Floor, table, chairs...

Laboratory bench, beaker on the laboratory bench...

Everything is a trap that can destroy this basement.

The cabinet door on the right was opened by Old Batty Crouch, revealing his, his son and the elf.

Little Barty had a little impatient face and couldn't help but complain: "It's just a prison, harder to find than James Porter's safe house..."

“…”

Barty Crouch, the old man ignored his son and just looked at Weisen Wright again: "What should we do next?"

“Get out of here.”

Wiesen Wright raised his fingers, and a little magic flew out of his fingertips and slowly fell into the cabinet.

Magic awakens, and the barrier quietly appears.

The barrier of this safe house quickly receded again.

A hard and solid steel round door was exposed inside the counter.

Old Batty Crouch stood in front of the steel round door, twisted open the iron door vigorously, and exposed the light of the underground fortress from inside.

“This exterior door can only be opened from the outside.”

Old Batty Crouch looked at his son and spoke with a serious face, "There is also a door that can be controlled from the inside, which can ensure your safety, store enough supplies for you to live for two years, and some Muggle books..."

"Mr. Barty."

Wiesen Wright stood at the door of the basement and smiled and said, "I have specially selected it for you. There are many books to treat depression..."

This is planning ahead.
Chapter completed!