Chapter 899 ? Your Responsibility Is to Ensure that I Drink All the Potions

When the figures of the headmaster of Hogwarts and the Boy Who Lived reappeared, Harry sucked in the cold night air, which was very humid and smelled of the sea.

After a few seconds, Harry regained his senses. He opened his eyes and found that the place where he and Dumbledore were standing now was a tall black rock protruding from the sea. Below their feet, the sea was glowing with a cold white light in the night, and the waves were surging, violently beating against the black reef. His hair and clothes were soaked by the spray from the astonishing, rolling waves.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the cliff. In the darkness, the steep cliff looked like a huge beast with its mouth wide open. Harry felt the sea-smelling icy splash against his face, and the cold made him shrug his shoulders, and he also looked at the cliff, goosebumps arose all over his body.

"You don't mind getting wet, do you? You can't Apparate inside."

"It's okay, Professor, I learned it well in the Goblet of Fire." Harry said and added a bubble head charm to himself.

"I don't have Fawkes with me, but let's take a chance." Dumbledore, suddenly as agile as a young man, slid lightly from the pebble into the water, toward the dark line of the rock face. The crack swims away. With his wand in his mouth, he was swimming in a perfect breaststroke.

Harry quickly jumped into the water and swam to follow.

The sea is freezing cold. Harry's clothes became bulging and heavy after being soaked in water, dragging him straight down. He took a few deep breaths, and he could smell the pungent smell of salt and seaweed through the bubble head spell. He struggled to find the smaller and smaller flicker that was moving deeper into the cliff bright light.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark tunnel, and Harry could tell that the tunnel would be filled with sea water when the tide was high. The slimy walls were only three feet apart and glistened wet like tar in the flickering light of Dumbledore's wand. A little further in, the dark passage turned to the left, and Harry saw it stretching all the way to the very bottom of the cliff. He continued to swim after Dumbledore, his cold-numbed fingers scraping the rough, damp rock.

Then he saw Dumbledore in front of him standing up from the water, his silver hair and black robes glistening with water. Harry swam there and found steps leading to a large cave. He struggled up the steps, water splashing down from his soaked clothes. He finally walked out of the sea, the air around him was silent and cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Luminescent flashes." Dumbledore raised his wand, and the space around them was illuminated by dots of golden light. In the cold and darkness, they struggled into the deepest part of the cliff, and walked along the steps to a large cave. The surrounding air was silent and cold.

"No mistake, someone has tried magic here." Dumbledore held up his wand, his fingers brushing against the rough and wet rocks.

Harry didn't know if he was shaking like this because the cold had penetrated to the marrow of his bones, or if he, too, was aware of the spell. He watched as Dumbledore continued to spin slowly in place, apparently concentrating on something Harry couldn't see.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I forgot." Dumbledore pointed at Harry with his wand, red and yellow flames shot out from the tip of his wand, and Harry's clothes immediately became dry and warm, as if hanging on "A warming spell popular in Durmstrang."

Before Harry could express his gratitude, he found that the wand in Dumbledore's hand had gradually shortened and turned into a silver dagger.

With a calm face, he 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 those who come."

Harry parted his lips. It was too late, but he couldn't help but said, "You should have let me, Professor."

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

The stones on the blood-stained rock shook off, and the scattered stones piled up on the ground in an orderly manner, revealing a doorway.

"Voldemort will not let people discover the place where he hides his soul easily." Dumbledore pulled his robe and walked over these scattered stones. Both his and Harry's wands were emitting fluorescence, "he will definitely Lay down your defenses, be careful."

Dumbledore stopped Harry. In front of them was an extremely wide black lake. Dumbledore raised his arm and swung his wand upwards. A bright light flew out from the tip of the wand, flying farther and farther, and landed in the middle of the lake. on the platform.

"The question is how do we get there? We can't... can't we try the Coming Charm?" Harry looked around, knowing it must be a stupid suggestion.

Dumbledore didn't answer, his foot stepped down, and the toe of the shoe with the copper buckle moved to the outermost edge of the rock by the lake. He held a wand in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand 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 water was bubbling with bubbles, like boiling water. A thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and sprinted for Dumbledore's hand, who grabbed it in one go.

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

As he pulled, the tinkling iron chain echoed resoundingly against the rock wall, and the copper chain pulled a white boat up from the dark bottom of the lake. The boat with the snake-shaped embossed bow was like a slightly raised leaf, floating towards the lake shore, and slowly approached them with almost no ripples.

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

"Magic always leaves a mark," said Dumbledore, as the boat hit the shore with a soft thud, "sometimes a very visible mark. I taught Tom Riddle and know his style." .”

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes resting on the chain, "Harry, be careful. Stay alert, there are handprints on the moss on the chain, it seems that someone has pulled it recently."

Hearing this, Harry gripped his wand warily, but nothing happened in the end. Harry looked down at the boat. It is indeed a very small boat: "It doesn't seem to be for two people, can it bear the weight of the two of us? Will the two of us together be too heavy?"

"Tom doesn't think about physical weight, he only thinks about how much magical power has crossed his lake. I'd rather think the boat might be under a spell so it can only take one wizard at a time."

"That……?"

"I don't think you'll be counted, Harry, you're underage and unqualified. Tom would never have imagined that a boy of sixteen could be in this place. I don't think that, compared with my strength , your strength is probably negligible."

Hearing these words, Harry was downcast, and Dumbledore probably realized this, and he added: "Tom is wrong, Harry, Tom is wrong... The old people underestimate the young people, they are stupid and forgetful... Alright, this time you go up first, be careful not to touch the water."

The two boarded the boat and were forced to squeeze tightly together due to the small space, but they floated to the platform in the middle of the lake calmly. Dumbledore stepped onto the shore first, followed by Harry.

Harry stared as Dumbledore reached for the stone basin, trying to touch the liquid. But he encountered an invisible resistance, his hand couldn't get close to the liquid, no matter how hard he stretched his hand down, what his fingers touched seemed to be extremely hard and indestructible air.

"Do you think the Horcruxes are in there, Professor?" Harry watched as Dumbledore's wand slowly brushed over the liquid in the crystal basin, the potion boiling and bubbling, followed by the movement of his wand. Leave in peace.

Dumbledore Dumbledore frowned and sniffed with his nose, as if he smelled something strange, but then he stared intently at the changes in the potion in the stone basin, then he raised his head, "I can't reach in, I can't make it Divide it, scoop it up, or pump it up, nor make it disappear with a Vanishing Charm, deform it with magic, or alter its nature in any other way—I must drink it all, all of it."

"What?" said Harry. "No! But what if... what if it poisoned you!"

"Oh, I believe it won't have that effect... Voldemort would not be willing to poison anyone who came to this island." Dumbledore said with ease, his expression became serious, and he met Harry's eyes, " Do you remember what you promised me before you came? This potion may paralyze me, it may make me forget the purpose of coming, it may make me unable to drink it in pain, or anything else may happen, but you must not obey me Harry, it's your job to make sure I drink all the potion, even if I force my mouth open, understand?"

"Why can't I drink it, Professor?" Harry couldn't believe it. Could it be that Dumbledore was so absurdly looking for the best of people again? He didn't think he could let Dumbledore take that risk.

"Because I'm older, better at coping, and less important than you." Dumbledore held the shell-shaped spoon on the crystal stone basin, and scooped out a spoonful of potion, "You have to take care of yourself now." Live, Harry."