Chapter 1015 Boat

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Fanlin was drying his and Hermione's clothes while looking around at the surrounding scenery.

Kreacher appeared next to Dumbledore. He was the only one who could disapparate here. If there was any irresistible danger, perhaps Kreacher would be the only guarantee.

However, Dumbledore obviously did not intend to rely on Kreacher. To be precise, Kreacher did not know how to get in. With Voldemort, Kreacher just lowered his head and followed closely. However, the second time he came, Kreacher directly Bring Regulus to the island in the center.

But taking four people with him was too much given Kreacher's weak magic power.

Fanlin watched Dumbledore continue to circle around here. Apparently, he was focusing on something that Fanlin didn't have.

This made Fan Lin feel a little strange, but he really couldn't find anything by relying on perception alone.

"This is just a hall," Dumbledore said after a minute or two. "We have to go inward... Now we are faced with obstacles erected by Voldemort himself, not just those natural ones."

Dumbledore approached the wall of the cave, flicked it with his skinny fingertips, and muttered some strange language that Fanlin couldn't understand. It might be some kind of searching spell, but it wasn't anything Fanlin knew. .

Just like the magic of the centaur sacrifice, it has a natural mysterious atmosphere, which makes it difficult for Fan Lin to capture...

Dumbledore walked around the wall twice, touching as many rocks as he could, occasionally standing still and running his fingers over a particular spot until he finally stopped.

He pressed his palms flat against the wall, "Here." He said, "We go through here and continue walking. The entrance is hidden."

Fanlin didn't ask Dumbledore how he knew it. He had never seen a wizard solve a problem just by observation and touch. But Fanlin has long recognized that pretentiousness usually means ignorance rather than true knowledge, but Dumbledore is obviously not in this category.

Dumbledore stepped away from the wall and pointed his wand at the rock. After a moment, an arc appeared there, bright and dazzling, as if there was a very powerful light source behind the gap.

Just when Fan Lin was about to ask, the vibration from the stone wall suddenly stopped.

The bare rock is as solid as ever. Dumbledore continued to look around.

"Professor, what are you looking for?" Fan Lin asked curiously. Everyone stared at Dumbledore, looking like a group of ignorant children.

"Traces, the traces left by a wizard, cannot be observed with the naked eye and perception alone. This requires some patience and concentration." Dumbledore explained.

"Oh, here, how rude!" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, obviously very disdainful of Voldemort's arrangement.

As he spoke, Dumbledore took out a silver knife.

"It looks like Rita is going to have to pay something for us to get in."

"The price?" Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, "Is it blood, Professor?"

"Oh, yes, it seems that you have discovered, oh, I almost forgot, that your eyes can actually see." Dumbledore said, "It seems that we have to pay part of it..."

"Oh, please let me come, Professor Dumbledore." Sirius said suddenly, "If it's blood, I'm obviously the most suitable. After all, this is for my brother, and you also need to preserve your strength, Professor. ”

"Okay." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then handed the silver knife to Sirius.

Without any hesitation, Sirius made a stroke on his palm, and then pressed the injured palm against the wall in front of him.

This scene is not friendly, to say the least, it is very bad.

Fan Lin saw Sirius' blood seeping into the stone wall, but the stone wall was not satisfied. Like a vampire, the ruddy color on Sirius's face quickly disappeared.

"Okay, Sirius." Dumbledore flicked his wand to disconnect Sirius from the stone wall. With a tap of the wand in his hand, the wound that was still bleeding healed quickly.

However, the large amount of blood loss still made Sirius feel a little dizzy. Fan Lin quickly stepped forward to support Sirius.

"Aha, that seems to have worked!" Dumbledore said, "But it looks like you need to take some blood-replenishing potions when you go back. Maybe Madam Pomfrey is a good choice."

The silver-white arc on the wall appeared again, and this time it did not disappear. The blood-spattered rock disappeared completely, leaving a gap leading into darkness.

"Follow me," said Dumbledore, stepping through the arch first.

Fan Lin and others hurriedly lit up their wands and followed. What they saw in front of them was a strange sight: they were standing on the edge of a huge black lake. The lake was so big that even Fan Lin couldn't identify the distant shore. They were in a high cave with no ceiling. A green light shrouded in mist shone far away, reflected on the completely still lake, and seemed to be in the middle of the lake.

The green light and the light of the wand cut through the velvet darkness around it. Although the fluorescent flash did not reach as far as Fanlin expected, it was still within an acceptable level. Somehow the density of darkness is much greater here than elsewhere.

"Let's go," Dumbledore said quietly. "Be careful not to step into the water. Follow me closely."

He set off along the lake, Fan Lin and several others followed him closely.

The sound of their footsteps on the narrow rock edge surrounding the lake kept echoing. They kept walking, but the scene didn't change. On one side of their bodies was a rough rock wall, and on the other side was an endless smooth and quiet darkness. A mysterious green light shone in the darkness.

Vanlin found that this place and the silence here would make people feel very oppressive, physically and mentally exhausted. This feeling was terrible, similar to the influence of the spiritual level. Anyway, Hermione's face looked very ugly since she came in.

Not long after walking, several people stopped at Dumbledore's signal.

"It's here, Mr. Dumbledore." Kreacher said timidly, "The Dark Lord took Kreacher by boat from here."

This is a narrow platform. Vanlin tried his best to see that this small piece of lakeshore was different from any other piece. But Dumbledore seemed to have discovered its specialness.

This time, Dumbledore did not continue to walk along the rock wall, but waved his wand in the thin air, as if expecting to find and catch something invisible.

"Oh," Dumbledore said happily. A few seconds later, his hand grasped something in mid-air that Vanlin could not see.

Dumbledore moved closer to the water's edge, the tip of his shoe already touching the edge of the stone.

The others watched nervously. Dumbledore still clenched one hand in the air, and with the other hand raised his wand and tapped his fist with the tip of the wand. A thick copper-green chain immediately appeared in the air, extending from the depths of the lake to Dumbledore's clenched hand.

Dumbledore tapped it lightly, and the chain slid in his hand like a snake, jingling as it coiled itself around the ground, pulling up something from the depths of the black lake.

The echoes were endless.

Vanlin held his breath and watched a tiny boat, the ghostly bow breaking through the water, emitting a green light like a chain. With only a ripple, it swayed and floated towards the shore where they were. (To be continued)