Chapter 564: Gandalf Is Back, but It's Too Late (1/2)

Chapter 564 "Gandalf" is back, but it's too late

"The flames are blazing!"

Without any hesitation, Aaron made a completely instinctive move.

A pale corpse just climbed out of the lake and was hit by the fireball, falling back into the black water, splashing layers of ripples.

"Oops!"

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately regretted his actions.

Sure enough, this movement attracted the attention of Harry and Dumbledore, and both pairs of eyes looked at Aaron's position at the same time.

"Who's there?" Harry drew out his wand and became alert.

Dumbledore was more straightforward, and with a flick of his finger, the white ball of light above the island flew over.

"My friend, don't use the Disillusionment Charm, you've been exposed."

Aaron sighed softly and helplessly lifted the invisibility state, but at the same time he also used the top-level Transfiguration to turn himself into an old man, holding a pipe in his left hand, a staff in his right hand, and a wine jug on his waist.

"Who are you?" Harry looked strange, "Why are you here?"

He was very confused, because even before he was brought by Dumbledore, he didn't know where the destination was, and Dumbledore was even less likely to leak the secret.

But it was unrealistic to say that this person followed them. Apparition was basically impossible to be followed, and the starting point was Hogwarts, where Apparition was not allowed. He didn't have the privilege of the headmaster.

"Gandalf, an ordinary gray-robed wizard."

Aaron's voice was loud, his face was not red, and he was not out of breath.

Now he is Gandalf himself. In short, few people have seen him, so who dares to say that he is an imposter.

He is now a great wizard, and Dumbledore may not be able to see through his disguise, not to mention that Dumbledore is dying, not in his prime.

And all the equipment on him is real. After he went to Grimmauld Place last time, he was worried that there would be such a day, so he bought and replaced all the props in advance.

Harry suddenly thought of something, "After Sirius died, you were the one who took over the Black family's property?"

"Yes, that's right, it was me." 'Gandalf' admitted without hesitation, "I know he originally intended to leave that wealth to you, but what he asked me to do was too exaggerated. This is a fair deal.

Or it's not fair to me, because that thing can't be done with gold. If I didn't have some friendship with the Black family, and he begged me with a bad face, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to him."

"What did he ask you to do?" Harry asked seriously, his tone was extremely excited.

Sirius was dead, and this was the only person who made a deal with him before he died. His intuition told him that the deal was related to him and was very important to him.

"That's the secret."

"How did you know this place?" Dumbledore asked.

"There are many places in this world that are difficult for Muggles to set foot on. My interest is to record the secrets of these unknown places." 'Gandalf' said nonsense seriously, "I discovered this place not long ago. The breath of dark magic is very strong. I thought it was the inheritance left by some ancient wizard, but now it seems that I was wrong.

Sacrificing blood at the entrance may be a test of sincerity, but a serious person will never leave so many disgusting and dirty things in his inheritance. This is clearly a place where those who want to come in will die without a burial.

By the way, why are you two here? It's really abnormal for the combination of the White Devil and the Savior to appear in such a place!"

"Uh..." Harry's mouth twitched slightly, and he was at a loss for what to do by 'Gandalf's' reversal of the host.

"We are here to find Voldemort's Horcrux." Dumbledore said generously.

"Horcrux?" 'Gandalf' pupils slightly opened and pretended to be surprised, "No wonder he can live so long, he is really crazy."

"Are you going to come over to help?" Dumbledore asked.

"Help?" Gandalf looked at the black lake with a guilty conscience, "This is the Jedi, do you want to kill me?"

"There is a boat that can come over." Harry said.

Gandalf then noticed that there was a small boat beside the island. No wonder they were able to avoid the Inferi in the lake, but then a terrible idea emerged in his mind.

"Well... Excuse me, if the way back was not so difficult, it only proves that the way back will be full of dangers."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Voldemort will not let people leave easily, which is why I want you to come over, I need help."

"Really honest! Dumbledore." Gandalf smacked his cigarette holder indifferently, "It reminds me of an annoying old friend."

"I believe you will come."

"That's right." Gandalf pointed his staff at the boat and secretly used the power of the chicken spell to control it to row to the other side.

He now has the image of a master. It would be too low-class if he used the Flying Curse. Moreover, he felt that the Flying Curse would be of no use. Those corpses below were not just decorations.

The boat drifted to the shore, and Gandalf stood on it carefully, trying not to touch the water.

The boat automatically sailed to the island, and seemed to be very keen on carrying people there.

But think about it, Voldemort probably didn't want the people who came to the island to leave alive, why would he refuse someone to die.

A few minutes later, the boat docked and Gandalf boarded the island.

"Hello, sir, I'm Harry Potter, the godson of Sirius." Harry introduced himself a little stiffly, trying to get closer to Gandalf.

"You're scared, kid." Gandalf smiled calmly, "To be honest, this is very dangerous, and it's not a place you should come to."

"But I have to come." Harry said seriously, "The prophecy says that only I can defeat him."

"What prophecy?" Gandalf asked with pretended curiosity.

"It's a secret, but if you're willing to trade Sirius with you..."

"If it's a secret, keep it safe." 'Gandalf' patted Harry's shoulder nonchalantly, then walked to the base emitting a green glow, on which was a medium-sized stone basin, and the green light was emitted by the liquid in the basin.

"Is the Horcrux in here?"

"I think so." Dumbledore said, "These liquids are protected by a layer of resistance, and your hands can't reach in. Magic can't make it disappear or deform."

'Gandalf' frowned tightly, took a deep puff of cigarette to calm himself down, "If I'm not wrong, there's probably only one way."

"Drink it." Dumbledore smiled, and his wand tapped in the air, conjuring a goblet.

"No, absolutely not." Harry said hurriedly, "This must be poison, you can't..."

"Hey, hey, hey, Potter, you shouldn't include me in this!

I'll state in advance that I'm not selfish, but it's better not to do this kind of suicide behavior."

Harry:......

"I'll drink it." Dumbledore said.

"No, I don't agree." Harry immediately stood in front of Dumbledore, but his eyes looked at Gandalf, "There must be other ways, right?"

"Yes!" 'Gandalf' nodded, "If Voldemort wanted to check his Horcruxes on a whim one day, he would definitely not drink these liquids by himself.

Just like us now, one of the three people can drink it, which means we can bring one person here."

"No, if we harm innocent people for our own interests, then what's the difference between us and the Dark Lord."

"I didn't say it was innocent!" 'Gandalf' said speechlessly, "Killing innocent Death Eaters indiscriminately, and death row prisoners in the Muggle world are all fine."

"Sir, isn't this too... cruel?" Harry said embarrassedly.

"How about you come?" 'Gandalf' made a gesture of invitation to Harry, "They deserved to die, and helping you get the Horcrux before they die can be regarded as atonement for their sins in life.

If you really feel bad, you can find the kind of criminals who need to be cut into pieces, and I believe they will be very happy to change to a more relaxed death."

Gulp!

Harry couldn't help swallowing his saliva. This sounded very scary, but he thought it made sense.

"Professor, you see..." Harry said hesitantly.

"No." Dumbledore said firmly, "No matter how just our purpose is, it can't be a reason to kill lives."

"Don't be so stubborn!" 'Gandalf' said impatiently, "How did you live to be a hundred years old if you are so honest?"

"It's too late."

'Gandalf' was stunned for a moment, as if he understood why Dumbledore said that, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at Dumbledore's dry right hand.

"Perhaps you are right, it is indeed too late." 'Gandalf' asked meaningfully, "When did this happen? Or can you still..."

"Ahem!" Dumbledore immediately coughed twice, and glanced at Harry several times, implying that 'Gandalf' must not let Harry know.

'Gandalf' shrugged his shoulders to show his cooperation, and handed over his pipe very enthusiastically, making the same gesture as Gandalf when he comforted the brown-robed wizard Radagast, "Take a puff of Old Toby tobacco, it can refresh you."

"Thank you." Dumbledore took the pipe for some reason, took two puffs, and then blew out a smoke ring, and his mood was indeed much calmer.

Seeing this, 'Gandalf' also smiled.

After taking a puff of real tobacco, Dumbledore's suspicion should be completely avoided. After all, there is an essential difference between tobacco made by magic and real tobacco.

"I don't think you will stop me, right?" Dumbledore asked.

"Of course, as an older man, I understand your thoughts very well." Gandalf said sympathetically, "It's just a pity."

"Professor, I don't understand what you are talking about, but you can't do this."

"Harry, these liquids won't poison me.

Voldemort would want the intruders to live longer to find out why they were so eager to empty the stone basin and how they knew where his Horcrux was.

And..." Dumbledore paused, "He cast a powerful spell on this stone basin. Those who drink up the liquid need to be willing, at least at first."

Harry wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore, "Don't forget what conditions you promised me before you came.

These liquids may make me lose my ability to move, or make me forget the purpose of coming here, or make me extremely painful, so painful that I beg you.

But don't pay attention to any of my requests. This is your mission, Harry, make sure I drink up these liquids.

Even if you force me to swallow them, you have to do it. "

"I won't help." 'Gandalf' said seriously, "I didn't agree to any of your conditions."

"Of course, but I'll have to ask you for help later." Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, "This is also the main purpose of my inviting you to the island. "

"I can agree to this, after all, Sirius..."

"What happened to Sirius?"

"Nothing."

"Professor, why don't you let me drink the potion?" Harry asked bitterly.

"Because your life is more valuable, and Dumbledore is just an old man compared to you."

"That's right, I'm older and smarter than you, and you're much more precious than me." Dumbledore picked up the cup and put it into the stone basin. This time there was no resistance, and he easily scooped a full cup.

"I wish you good health, Harry."

Dumbledore put the cup to his mouth and drank it all.

The next moment, he seemed to be in great pain, and the whole person fell on the rock and twitched, and the wand and cup also fell to the ground.

"Harry..." Dumbledore's voice trembled, as if he had seen something terrible, and his expression was extremely terrified.

"Professor." Harry hurriedly supported him and asked at a loss: "Can you hear me?"

"Take it. "'Gandalf' put the goblet in front of Harry, "Don't forget what you promised him."

"No, no, no..." Dumbledore groaned and shook his head, "Don't force me, stop it."

"You can't stop." Harry seemed to have made up his mind, and immediately scooped a cup of potion into Dumbledore's mouth, "You must keep drinking it, drink it up."

"I don't want... I don't want... Let me go."

Harry's hand holding the cup kept shaking. He had never been so panicked as now, but he continued the action just now and poured a cup into Dumbledore's mouth.

"Let it stop, let it stop."

"It will stop, but you have to drink this cup first."

"Please, don't force me."

"I'm sorry, professor. "Harry fed him another cup.

The liquid in the stone basin dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sixth time, Dumbledore even screamed, 'Kill me, kill me!' But this did not stop Harry's actions at all.

When he drank the seventh cup, he was already unconscious and recalled the nightmares of the past, "It's my fault, it's all my fault, don't hurt them."

"Drink this, you will be fine soon." Harry closed his eyes, pried open Dumbledore's mouth, and resisted the urge to look at Dumbledore's pleading look.

Dumbledore screamed loudly, and there seemed to be a trace of death on his face.

He lay on the ground and pounded the ground with his fists, "Don't do that, let me do anything, please."

"Professor, it will be over soon. "Harry helped him up and held his neck to drink another cup.

The stone basin was finally empty. Harry panted and scooped the last cup of liquid. He walked to Dumbledore with great physical and mental suffering.

"Drink another cup, professor, just this one.

After drinking it, I promise I will do whatever you say. "

Dumbledore seemed to have no strength to resist. He kept shaking his head with a bitter face, but under Harry's constant request, he still opened his mouth tremblingly and drank the last cup of liquid.