As soon as the words fell.
The eyes of the Basilisk engraved on the bronze door lit up with a yellow-green glow.
Then came the clacking sound of mechanisms turning behind the door.
Creak—
Accompanied by a brief, teeth-grating screech.
The bronze door opened outward by only a crack.
Cypher hurriedly waved his wand.
A bright yellow whip of light shot from its tip, and under Cypher's control, the end of the whip looped around the door handle.
He exchanged a glance with Cassandra. When she nodded to show that she was ready.
Cypher gave a hard pull, and the heavy bronze door was effortlessly dragged open.
"Ugh—"
A wave of fishy stench and rot hit them head-on.
Cassandra instinctively covered her wrinkled nose, letting out a muffled groan through her tightly closed lips.
Cypher had intended to cast the Bubblehead Charm, but after thinking it over, he abandoned the idea.
He took two sky-blue potions from his pouch and handed one to Cassandra.
"Drink this potion. You won't need to breathe!"
It tasted a little like mint soda. Cassandra licked the residue from the corner of her lips and held her breath at his words.
Sure enough, there was no feeling of suffocation. What an incredible potion!
"How is it?"
Cypher's voice interrupted Cassandra's thoughts.
"Very good!"
Cassandra replied with a smile. When Cypher held out a hand to her, her gaze flickered, and she reached out to grip it tightly.
"This trip might be rather rough."
Cypher listened closely. From the foul wind rushing toward them, he picked up strange roars and hisses.
Ancient Pure-blood families truly had deep foundations, he could not help but sigh inwardly.
Casper Crouch clearly could not have tamed those monsters in such a short time. He must have had some way to