"Cliceke - I can lead the way! I can teleport you here!" The old house elf got up, but he cried too sadly before, and he couldn't stop sobbing for a moment.

Before Allen answered, Sirius wiped his face randomly with his hands. He stood up and refused in a crying voice, saying coldly: "No need to lead the way, hand over your memories and we can go by ourselves."

Hermione, who thought she had convinced Sirius, was unable to understand: "Why not take Kliche over? He is more familiar with that."

"Even if you're right..." Sirius shook his head firmly, "But the facts have come true. I can't trust him. This guy is crazy now. If he makes a little trick in the teleportation process, we will die!"

"No, Kliche knows very well what he is doing and will never hurt you!" Kliche glared at Sirius with hatred, turned around and bowed lowly to Allen, and begged to Allen on his robe: "Master Alan Harris, please take Kliche with you. Kliche wants to welcome Master Regules back in person!"

The room was filled with depression. Sirius snorted coldly with some anger. Kliche's thin body stood in the room trembling: "Kliche can do anything, please Master Alan Harris, take Kliche over."

"There are many water features in that cave. They are not natural things. These crystals will cause interference. Kliche, you can teleport from the inside for a short distance, or from the inside to the outside, and it should be safe. However, if you want to teleport from the outside, if an error occurs, it is very likely to be teleported into the mountain..." Allen spreads his hands, "Although the mysterious man underestimates the domestic elves, he doesn't care about them, so he gives them the opportunity to teleport inside, but out of caution, he still sets these crystals so that creatures that can teleport cannot easily break through the obstacles he sets, and can go directly to the place where he hides things. At least he cares about Dumbledore's Fox."

"Then we can bring him in reverse..." Hermione couldn't bear to plead for Clicher.

The corners of Cliche's mouth twitched. From birth to the present, Black's tutor made him reflexively disgusted and wanted to speak sarcastic. After coming to his senses, he closed his mouth again, looked at the ground with tears in his eyes, pretending to be unable to see Hermione, without giving any response, just as if Hermione did not exist in this old house. It was already very rare for him to be able to do this.

The dark weather made the surging sea more profound and dangerous, and the cold sea breeze rustled their magic robes.

With a smog of smoke, Alan and the others stood on a high black rock exposed to the sea. The waves rolled under their feet. In front of them was a steep cliff, with only the majestic sea and the black rocks rolling around. There was no limit to the movement of the phantom except for the lonely and bare little place under their feet.

"It's there." Kliche pointed his long finger at a crack in the cliff, and the black and broken sea water was spinning inside.

"...Are you really Ravenclaw?! You are so brave and take us all across such a long distance to move in one go." Sirius stood on his knees with both hands and gasped. He was pulled over by Allen for long-distance teleportation without any preparation. He was a little scared, "Why didn't your phoenix bring over?"

"Anka is not in good condition today and feels uncomfortable... It should be combing her feathers at my house now..." Allen explained casually, but his face looked a little sad.

In fact, Anka was getting angry because of the previous incident. Its feathers were pulled by Penelo to varying lengths. It was always trying to tidy them up with its sharp beak in vain to restore its beauty. Of course, Penelo did not want to ask for it. After all, it was not a real situation of the enemy. She was a little confused by Anka's first round of attacks. And similarly, although she didn't say anything to Allen, Penelo, who had just returned from Africa, was also a little angry, and found a vent to vent her own and placed the angry object on Hermione who had such an idea. Alan, who had a headache, had not explained the specific situation to Hermione. In this regard, he fully reflected Sirius's disdain for Ravenclaw before, and he chose to delay the problem and escape the problem.

A gate to another world was created, breaking through the restrictions of prohibiting the phantom movement, and coming to the crack. From a distance, it looked like a crack, but it was actually a dark secret passage. Alan and the others walked along the slippery rocks in the low place towards the crack in the mountain.

"Fluorescent flashes." The blue and white light created by several wizards illuminated the mud-stick rock walls. Walking along the secret passage, they walked along the steps into a large cave.

"There is nothing here!" Sirius watched Alan approach the rock wall of the cave, and walked around the cave twice from the right, staring at Clicche impatiently, "Where did you get in?"

The elderly house elf seemed to have never heard of Sirius' words. Now that he had a legitimate reason, he ignored Sirius at all. It held its own hand and just quietly watched his current master Alan pointing in a direction to him. Alan began to put his hand on the rough hole wall to grop for sensing.

"Here." Allen's hand suddenly stopped at a place on the rock wall, then took a few steps back and waved to the others to signal them to get closer.

Hermione and Sirius came over. Hermione looked at the place where Allen had just stopped and said, "There are traces of magic being used here, and I can feel the residual magic power."

"Is the door hiding here?" Sirius's eyes did not leave the stone wall. He took out a magic wand from his body with his right hand and pointed at the rock with his wand. Suddenly, an arched outline appeared on the rock wall, emitting dazzling white light, "Ha, it's here!"

Sirius's excited screams had not yet fallen, and the outline disappeared, as if it was an illusion just now that the rock had returned to its previous hardness and thickness, and there was nothing on it.

Sirius was stunned and rushed forward, pointing his wand to the wall again and again, but the wall didn't move at all.

Allen walked forward and grabbed Sirius, who was somewhat anxious. Everyone looked at him for no reason. Even Clicher widened his eyes - because Allen had already held the dagger that was originally tied to his belt in his hand and slashed at Sirius.

There was still a cold light on the other side of the thin blade of the dagger. Sirius looked at Alan in a daze. He could have felt something was wrong, but his hand was firmly pulled by Alan. The cold light flashed and a bright red sprinkled out. The surface of the rock was suddenly filled with shiny dark red blood beads.

The dazzling white arch outline appeared on the cave wall again. This time it did not hide. The blood-spreading rock in the arch suddenly began to collapse, and finally a door hole appeared, which seemed to be endless darkness.

"The rock at the entrance of the cave needs to get blood, so that the person entering can pay a weakening price to open it." Allen explained before Sirius asked, and tied the dagger that was originally used to perform anatomy during the experiment and re-tied it to his belt. "The mysterious man seems to think that this physical pain and the passage of blood will weaken the person entering the cave, but just flowing is not a big deal to me."

Sirius shouted in grief and anger: "Then why don't you release your own blood?!"

"I'm afraid of pain." Alan gave the answer without even thinking. He even deliberately imitated his father Irving's tone and reply when he answered Albert's form of Phoenix Animagus, and raised his eyebrows to remind her, successfully getting the smile of Miss Wanshit who recalled the scene in front of him.
Chapter completed!