Hogwarts Everything is Three

When Headmaster Hogwarts and the Survivor Boy appeared again, Harry gulped in the cold night air, which was very humid, with the breath of the sea.

　　 A few seconds later, Harry slowed down. He opened his eyes and found that this place he and Dumbledore were standing now was a tall black rock out of the sea. Under their feet, the sea was glowing with icy white light in the night, and the waves were surging violently against the black reef. His hair and clothes were wetted by the waves rolled up by the shocking momentum and the rolling waves.

　　 Dumbledore's gaze fell on the cliff, and in the darkness, the steep cliff looked like a behemoth with an open mouth. Harry felt the ice-cold water splashing on his face that smelled of the sea, and the cold made him shrunk his shoulders. He also looked at the cliff and got goose bumps on his body.

　　 "You don't mind getting your body wet, do you? I can't apparate it inside."

　　 "It's okay, professor, I did a good job in Goblet of Fire." Harry added a head-bubbling charm after speaking.

"I didn't bring Fox, but let's take a chance." Dumbledore suddenly became as agile as a young man. He slid gently into the sea from the pebble, towards the dark surface of the rock. The crack swims away. He held his wand in his mouth in a perfect breaststroke position.

　　 Harry quickly jumped into the water and swam to follow.

　　 The sea is extremely cold. After Harry's clothes were soaked in water, they became bulging and heavy, dragging him straight down. He took a few deep breaths, and he could smell the pungent smell of salt and seaweed through the soaking curse. He struggled to find the flicker that was moving toward the depths of the cliff and becoming smaller and smaller. The light.

　　 Soon, the crack turned into a dark underpass, and Harry could see that the underpass would definitely be filled with seawater when the tide was high. The muddy rock walls on either side were only three feet wide, and under the bright light from Dumbledore's wand flashed like tar. Going a little further in, the underpass turned to the left, and Harry saw it stretch out to the deepest part of the cliff. He continued to swim with Dumbledore, rubbing his numb fingers on the rough, damp rock.

　　 Then, he saw Dumbledore standing up from the water in front of him, his silver hair and black robe shining with water. Harry swam there and found that there were steps leading to a large cave. He was struggling to climb the steps, the water rushing down from his soaked clothes. He finally walked out of the sea, and the surrounding air was quiet and cold, and he shivered uncontrollably.

　　 "Fluorescence flickers." Dumbledore raised his wand, and the space around them was illuminated by golden lights. In the icy cold and darkness, they struggled into the deepest part of the cliff, followed the steps to a large cave, the surrounding air was quiet and cold.

　　 "You can't go wrong, someone has tried magic here." Dumbledore held up his wand and wiped his fingers on the rough, wet rock.

　　 Harry didn't know if he was shaking like this because the cold had penetrated the bone marrow, or because he was aware of the curse. He watched Dumbledore continue to spin slowly in place, apparently studying something that Harry couldn't see intently.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I forgot." Dumbledore pointed at Harry with his wand, red and yellow flames sprayed from the tip of his wand, and Harry's clothes became dry and warm immediately, as if hanging on It blew before the raging fire, "A popular heating spell over Durmstrang."

　　 Before Harry could say his words of gratitude, he found that Dumbledore's unretracted wand gradually shortened and turned into a silver short knife, and his face calmly swung the knife and cut his palm.

　　 "Professor!" Harry exclaimed.

　　 "If you want to find the entrance, you must pay a price, a price that can weaken the strength of the comer."

　　 Harry opened his lips and said it was too late, but he couldn't help saying, "You should let me come, Professor."

　　 "No, Harry, your blood is much more precious than mine." Dumbledore wiped his open palm to the surface of the rock, and shiny dark red blood beads covered the surface of the rock.

　　 The stones on the blood rock shook off, and the scattered stones piled up disorderly on the ground, exposing a doorway.

"Voldemort will not easily let people discover where he hides his soul." Dumbledore pulled his robe and walked over the scattered rocks. Both his and Harry's wands glowed. "He will definitely Take precautions and be careful."

Dumbledore stopped Harry. In front of them was the extremely wide Black Lake. Dumbledore raised his arm and flicked his wand upward. The bright light flew out from the tip of the wand, flying farther and farther, and fell to the center of the lake. on the platform.

　　 "The question is how do we get there? Can't we... can't we try the flying spell?" Harry's gaze rolled around, he knew it must be a stupid suggestion.

　　 Dumbledore did not answer. He stepped his foot down and moved to the outermost edge of the rock by the lake with the toe of the brass shoe. He held the wand in his right hand, and his left hand stretched forward with five fingers spread out, as if pulling something out of thin air. Although there was no wind in the cave, his sleeves were shaking.

　　 Harry also took two steps forward, and the lake gurgled up with many blisters, like boiling water. A thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and rushed to Dumbledore's palm. Dumbledore grabbed it.

　　 "Excuse me, Harry." Dumbledore handed the iron chain to Harry, and Harry quickly put his wand in his trouser pocket, holding the copper chain with both hands and pulling it back.

　　 With his pulling, the ding ding dong dong iron chain hit the rock wall with a resounding echo, and the copper chain drew a white boat from the dark bottom of the lake. The boat with this snake-shaped embossed bow, like a slightly raised leaf, floated towards the shore of the lake, slowly approaching them with almost no ripples.

　　 "Professor, how did you do it?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Magic always leaves traces," Dumbledore said, and with a soft bang, the boat hit the shore of the lake. "Sometimes it is a very obvious trace. I taught Tom Riddle and knew his style. ."

　　 Dumbledore frowned, his gaze rested on the chain, "Harry, be careful. Be alert. There are handprints on the moss of the chain. It seems someone has pulled it recently."

　　 Harry heard the words and squeezed his wand defensively, but in the end nothing happened. Harry looked down at the boat. It is indeed a very small boat: "It doesn't seem to be for two people. Can it hold the weight of both of us? Will we be too heavy together?"

　　 "Tom doesn't think about physical weight. He only thinks about how much magic power has crossed his lake. I think this boat may have been cursed and can only take one wizard at a time."

　　 "That...?"

"I don't think you will be counted, Harry, you are not old enough to qualify. Tom never thought that a sixteen-year-old boy could come to this place. I think, compared to my strength , Your strength may be negligible."

Harry was downcast by these words, and Dumbledore probably realized it, and he added: "Tom was wrong, Harry, Tom was wrong... Old people underestimate young people, it is stupid and forgetful... Okay, this time you go up first and be careful not to touch the water."

　　 The two people boarded the boat, because they were forced to squeeze tightly together because of the small space, but they floated to the platform in the center of the lake calmly and without waves. Dumbledore stepped ashore first, followed by Harry.

　　 Harry stared at Dumbledore reaching for the stone basin, trying to touch the liquid. But he encountered an invisible resistance, his hand could not get close to the liquid, no matter how hard he stretched his hand down, the air that his fingers touched seemed to be extremely hard and indestructible.

"Do you think the Horcrux is inside, Professor?" Harry watched as Dumbledore's wand was slowly rubbing over the liquid in the crystal basin ~www.ltnovel.com~ The potion in the basin boiled. He returned to peace with the departure of his wand.

Dumbledore frowned and sniffed it with his nose, as if he could smell something strange, but then he stared intently at the change in the potion in the stone basin, then he raised his head, "You can't reach in, you can't make it. Separate it, scoop it dry, or exhaust it, and you can't use the Vanishing Charm to make it disappear, use magic to deform it, or change its nature in other ways-I must drink it all, drink it all."

　　 "What?" Harry said, "No! But what if...if it poisons you to death!"

"Oh, I believe it will not have that effect... Voldemort will not be willing to poison the people who come to this island..." Dumbledore's expression became solemn after he finished speaking easily, and he met Harry's eyes." Do you remember what you promised me before you come? This medicine may paralyze me, may also make me forget the purpose of coming, may make me painfully unable to drink, or anything else may happen, but you must not obey me Harry, your responsibility is to make sure I drink all the potion, even if I break my mouth and pour it down, understand?"

　　 "Why can't I come to drink, Professor?" Harry couldn't believe it. Could it be that Dumbledore was so absurdly thinking people for good? He thought he couldn't let Dumbledore take this risk.

"Because I am older and more able to deal with it, and it's not as important as you." Dumbledore's hand held the shell-like spoon on the crystal stone basin, and scooped out a spoonful of potion. "You have to be well now. Alive, Harry."