Chapter 299

Harry walked to the edge of the lake, squatted down, and sniffed: "Something used to be stored here."

"Infernal corpse?"

This is a kind of black magic creature that no matter which professor's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taught in textbooks, but cannot show the real thing, even with the vast land and resources of the Forbidden Forest, it does not exist.

Only pure black magic, using the corpse of a dead person as a material, can make it--under natural circumstances, no matter what, it is almost impossible to produce a creature naturally.

Dumbledore stepped closer and nodded.

"Yes, there used to be many ghost corpses here."

Harry put on dragonskin gloves and tentatively touched the lake water: "Did you destroy them all?"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, "When I came, there wasn't even a single Inferi here."

Harry turned around in a daze: "I think you should know what this means."

"Of course I know." Dumbledore smiled, "So I went to check. Tom didn't know whether he was too confident or too naive. He just took away the Infernal Corpse and checked whether his Horcrux was still there, but he didn't take it away. Take the Horcrux together."

Harry continued to touch the lake water: "Perhaps he felt that keeping the Horcrux here was far safer than keeping it beside him."

"After all, he has to face two people who are stronger than him." Dumbledore gestured with numbers.

When the gloves touched the lake water, there was a scorching sound, and the dragon's skin was visibly corroded.

Harry withdrew his hand: "It's a big deal."

"A whole lake is bewitched."

Dumbledore echoed: "Voldemort was not much weaker than me when he was at his strongest, and he could almost do whatever he wanted at that time."

"So Harry, how are we going to get across the lake now?"

Harry looked, meeting him.

The two eyes intertwined, both were silent.

Harry said helplessly, "So you have to leave this matter to me?"

"Haven't you been here once?"

"Harry, I want to see what you have learned." Dumbledore raised his hand, "Besides, I, an old man, was only injured."

Harry looked into the distance.

The witcher's senses are on display.

The darkness in this space is not just a "shadow without a light source", it is a kind of magical power, a hindrance realized by Voldemort's obsession with "hiding and not being known".

The light of the flashlight is blocked.

The same goes for the witcher's senses.

But just like Dumbledore said, all magic must leave traces, and Harry reached out his hand and grabbed it.

"Here." Harry greeted.

They walked straight around the edge of the black lake, and the magic in the darkness lingered on each cave wall, making the walls loop once every thirty meters they walked, as if they were always walking in place.

Regardless, Harry continued walking.

After more than ten minutes of silence, he stopped: "Here we are."

Dumbledore said nothing.

Harry took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it forward—there was a clattering sound, and then he pulled it back hard, and the invisible thing he was holding suddenly appeared. It was a chain covered with copper rust, and it was full of greenery. , looks like a venomous snake.

The wand was taken out and tapped lightly on the chain.

Sighing, it slid back, dragging something out from the bottom of the lake.

After the iron chain coiled six times on the ground, the dragging thing appeared in front of the two of them. It was a small boat, so small that you could still see its original appearance. It was a light blue small boat for children. wooden boat.

"He cared about his childhood." Harry looked at the ship.

Dumbledore pushed his eyes: "Every adult spends every day in regret. The past is much stickier than honey, and you can't get out even if you want to."

"Even Voldemort, he is the same."

"only."

He paused when he said this, and shook his head helplessly: "It's because I didn't find out in time, and then guide him well."

"I don't think this is your problem." Harry stepped on the dilapidated wooden boat, and the hull shook slightly.

Dumbledore also walked up: "I am the headmaster."

"You were only the Vice-Headmaster then, and would it be the same if it were me?" Harry asked him back.

The boat started to move towards the opposite shore.

Harry stared at the lake without any ripples: "You have to admit that there will always be some people with bad temper in this world."

"He took root and didn't get pruned. He was destined to be what he is now."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Speaking of which.

He paused: "Professor Dumbledore, you take yourself too seriously. You always feel that you can affect the whole world just by sneezing."

Dumbledore chuckled: "Is this the third time I've been lectured by you?"

"Harry, of course I know that."

"It's just who doesn't have a vision for a better future? Especially after discovering that he has a good chance."

Black Lake looks huge, but it's fast to navigate.

In the miscellaneous conversation between the two of them, they quickly hit the destination.

The two stepped off the boat carefully.

This is an island in the center of the lake, very artificial traces - Voldemort cut a black marble slab from anywhere, and threw it here. A green and fluorescent stone seat.

They approach.

On the stone pedestal stood a stone basin the size of a head, filled with a green liquid, from which the phosphorescence emitted.

"Three." Harry stared at the ground around the stone pedestal.

Dumbledore was taken aback: "What three?"

"I said, there are three traces." Harry said softly, "Fortunately, this place is protected by magic, so there will be no traces of natural erosion. Even the traces on it are protected."

"One is very old."

"More than ten years ago, I can't see what kind of person it is."

"Two dishes are very new."

"One was three months ago. It seems that Voldemort has just been resurrected, so he came here to see it?"

"One was more than a month ago, is this yours?"

Dumbledore stared at the ground, trying to widen his eyes, but he didn't have Harry's meticulous observation ability, and he couldn't see anything except the dusty ground.

"It seems that Voldemort is weaker than I thought." Harry laughed sarcastically, "At his peak, he didn't worry about Horcruxes, did he come back and check?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "This is a Horcrux."

Harry raised his head, his eyes fell on the stone basin: "Is the Horcrux hidden in it?"

He flicked his wand lightly.

In the stone basin, the medicinal liquid rattled and struggled to fly out, but the stone basin restrained it, preventing it from taking off.

"Same contract as that door." Harry put his wand back, "How did you solve it?"

"Drink?"

Dumbledore nodded and made a goblet: "You are very sharp, yes, just drink it. But this potion is too painful, Voldemort likes this torture, Ge Derek is just a portrait, he can't force me to keep drinking the rest of the potion."

"Harry wait."

Harry waved his hand: "You wait for a while."

He reached out and touched the stone basin - a layer of magic hindered him, an invisible wall stopped him.

Harry took out his wand again, and after solving the spell bit by bit, he continued to stretch out his hand, dab lightly on the light green potion, retracted it, and sniffed at the tip of his nose: "It's not too toxic, it has a strong inhibitory effect. Phantom effect."

He licked off the liquid in one gulp.

The potion effect takes effect.

Harry was expressionless: "It seems that he found inspiration from the Resurrection Stone? A painful memory."

"Let me do it."

He held out his hand to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore hesitated: "Harry, can you really?"

Harry nodded, took two steps forward, and snatched the goblet away.

Scoop up a glass and drink it.

"If Professor Snape, he should be able to tell immediately what materials are used in it." Harry sighed, scooping up another cup.

second cup, third cup

Dumbledore stared nervously at Harry, who just couldn't hold on to his fourth cup.

Harry supported the stone basin and smacked his lips: "Uris stalactites, half-ear grass sprouts."

"Improved from the recipe for Veritaserum?"

"What a genius idea."

fifth cup, sixth cup

Dumbledore looked at Harry and laughed.

"There is also moonstone powder." Harry was still analyzing the potion formula, "Just want to make people feel their greatest pain in the most peaceful state?"

The tenth cup, the eleventh cup.

The bottom of the stone basin is exposed, revealing the contents inside—the amber octagonal locket, with an "S" shaped snake inlaid with emeralds in the center.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Dumbledore asked concerned.

Harry threw away the goblet, took out a bottle of whiskey from the Sorting Hat, uncorked the bottle, and gulped some down: "It's a bit nasty, Tom's idea is really bad."

He paused and looked at Dumbledore: "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

"This pot of potion is far less toxic than the ones I drank myself, but the taste is terrible."

In the amber vertical pupils, the look is clear.

Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, took out the pendant box from the stone basin, and turned his head to look at the Black Lake: "The Infernal Corpse over there should be Voldemort's backhand, but he..."

Harry frowned, staring at the locket: "Professor Dumbledore, we seem to have been tricked."

He couldn't feel any black magic or soul breath from the pendant box, and he didn't even have any response to the Horcrux on his forehead.

And there seemed to be a letter in the pendant box.

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head, and also looked at the locket.

He also realized.

"Voldemort dropped the Horcrux?" Dumbledore frowned.

Harry took the locket and opened it: "Then let's see what kind of mocking letter Voldemort left us."

Inside was a crumpled note.

"To the Dark Lord:

I know I will be dead when you read this letter, but I want you to know: I discovered your secret, and I have taken the real Horcrux and will destroy it as soon as possible.

I'd risk my life for you to meet a mortal of flesh and blood when you hit your opponent.

R.A.B."

Both Dumbledore and Harry couldn't help being stunned by the above content, which was different from any idea they had imagined before.