Harry Potter and the Beyonder Heir

Also, after all, things like the fountain of good luck are originally things that can only appear in fairy tales, of course, it is impossible to put it here and let others easily obtain it.

Wilkes stood in place, looking at the ruined buildings in the fog in front of him, looking seriously observed.

This ruined building should have existed for a long time, and judging from the decorative patterns on the wreckage construction on the ground, it is at least a model of the last century.

Or even older.

From the remaining ruins, it can only be roughly seen that there is a crumbling, auditorium-like building standing in the ruins.

Thinking about it, he took a step and walked above the ruins in the fog, towards the only remaining auditorium that was still largely supported.

Because that’s the center of the ruins.

If there really is any fountain of good luck, it should be there, and just standing in place stupidly, the spring of good luck will not send it to the door by itself.

Although Wilkes was still a little confused at this time, since he came, he naturally would not back down.

“I’d rather see what’s unusual in this area of ruins.” He said secretly in his heart.

Since before this, even Pettigrew Peter and the four of them had access to the fountain of good luck, Wilkes did not believe in himself, and would not be able to compare with them?

The area of the ruined building was not large, perhaps the size of a normal tower at Hogwarts, and in the blink of an eye, Wilkes had already arrived at the center of the ruins.

In front of the ruined building that looks like an auditorium.

Then, after observing for a while, he found an entrance where he could enter the ruined building, and walked directly into it without hesitation.

“Fluorescent flashing!” Entering the ruined building, the surrounding darkness, the first time, Wilkes waved his wand, illuminating the environment inside the ruined building.

From the outside, the inside of the building is no different, still full of desolation and ruins.

He carefully looked around, and found nothing other than the construction rock, suspected traces of the Spring of Good Luck.

Wilkes’s expression did not change, but silently continued to go deeper, walking in the darkness and searching, if the fountain of good fortune was really here, it would be impossible to escape his gaze.

Rows of decaying wooden chairs on both sides, shabby white jade Ionic columns, large domes in the style of ancient castles, rich and exquisite reliefs everywhere…

It once seemed to really be an auditorium, and by the light from the tip of his wand, he looked at the scene he passed by and marveled.

Eventually, Wilkes stands in front of a statue of a with a broken arm, which is at the center of it all.

Looking back at the scenes he had just passed, he was even more certain that this was once an auditorium.

But……

“Where is the fountain of good luck?” Wilkes’s gaze cooled, and after checking the surroundings several times, he found no trace of the fountain of good luck.

It couldn’t be, the ruined building was not large, there was no place for search omissions, but he really did not find it.

Before coming in, Wilkes imagined many situations he might encounter, such as powerful ancient protective charms, or the existence of creatures guarding the fountain of good luck.

I didn’t think I would find a fountain of good luck.

After all, it is impossible for the horse prophet to deceive him, otherwise he will have to bear the price of deceiving him.

Wilkes believed that the horse prophet would not do that, so he began to look down and think about something else, something that he might not have noticed.

Then, he kept looking around, looking for details that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Wait!” At this time, Wilkes’ pupils suddenly contracted violently, staring at a corner of the statue in front of him, trembling all over, and said in shock:

“How can there be a sign of the Deathly Hallows here?!”

I saw that in the lower right corner of the statue of a with a broken arm, there was a statue made of “Δ”|”” ○”, a three-part sign that was not discovered for the first time because of the darkness around it.

This sign was too familiar to him, so after just glancing at it, he immediately recognized that this was not the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Wilkes reached out and stroked the sign a few times and found that it was carved into the statue, and that it was not carved later, but was carved in the first place.

It was unusual, and he didn’t think it was inscribed casually.

This made Wilkes directly think of the purpose of his trip, the fountain of good luck that he had not yet found.

Immediately, he suddenly looked up at this statue of a with a broken arm that he had not carefully examined just now, and did not miss any corner, feeling that it should be the key to finding the fountain of good luck.

“What’s so different about this statue?” Wilkes said as he examined it.

Airplanes!

But just as he was inspecting the statue, he raised the illuminated wand in his hand, and inadvertently, after gently touching the statue, a vision occurred!

The light, very bright but not dazzling, but warm light, emanates from the surface of the statue.

Immediately, Wilkes jerked back, but he could not hide from the speed of the light, and his eyes were shrouded in light in the blink of an eye, and his eyes were closed.

With a piercing tinnitus, it took dozens of seconds before Wilkes opened his eyes again, tense and vigilant around him.

When he opened his eyes again, the environment around him was completely different.

“This is!!”

Wilkes’s face changed.