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Hideo frowned at the ink on the large
metal door. “Just like Kabuto.”
Harry finally spoke up. “What is it?”
“A seal of some sort,” Hideo said.
“I don't have any experience with seals. I don't know if there's
anyone who can deal with Kabuto's seal work.”
Harry frowned. “But you're sure that
there's actually people in there?”
“Kabuto frequented this area,”
Hideo said, his voice a soft whisper as he glared at the ink
markings. “There were always screams.”
Trouble coiled tighter around Harry's
neck at the words.
Harry moved closer to the large metal
doors. “Let me give it a try then. If we can't open it, then we'll
go to the next place you think has people held inside.”
Hideo frowned but moved aside, giving
Harry clear access to the door. The thick ink characters on the door
pulsed on the smooth metal door.
Having already considered all his
options, Harry touched the cold metal door with his fingers.
“Alohomora,” Harry tried with a soft whisper that
sounded more like a hiss that made Trouble raise his head and rubbed
against Harry's cheek.
With a click, the ink characters
vanished and the door slid open with an agonizing groan of metal.
