Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 158 To the Dark Lord
Peter's footsteps echoed hollowly on the narrow rocks by the lake, and while he was careful not to fall into the lake of corpses, he checked the blood scattered on the rocks.

"At the height of a human hand... there is a bloodstain..." Peter said out of breath. "This man is holding on to the wall...and walking along the cave."

He slowly walked down a very steep and narrow rock, and there was a large pool of black blood under the rock. The victim probably rolled down here, and then he or she probably passed out here for a long time before leaving. So much blood—perhaps, the victim lay here forever.

Peter continued to explore, and the mottled blood still stretched along the shore of the lake. The two walked silently in the deep darkness for 5 minutes, stepping on small patches of congealed blood.

Finally, Peter stopped, and Dumbledore stopped too, raising his lit wand high behind Peter's back.

"There are traces of magic here." Peter said. He opened the magic space, and an invisible green copper chain appeared in the magic space. He tapped the chain with his wand, and the chain began to slip through his fist like a snake. Pulled something up from the bottom of the dark lake.

"A small boat... very Voldemort's style, this is his pre-designed way to take away the Horcrux." Dumbledore said.

Peter took a few steps back, leaning his back against the rock wall: "I don't think it can carry two people. If what Kreacher said is true, this small boat can only carry a powerful wizard and a weak sacrifice."

"Unfortunately, we have two powerful wizards." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Fortunately, the light here is very dark, otherwise you will see that my face is redder than spilled raspberry jam." Peter joked, "You go ahead, I will stay here for a while in the cloudy lake. corpses."

Dumbledore looked down at the pitch-black lake, "Peter, you have to be careful, the magic in the lake and the cave can protect the corpse from the flames, even if Vulcan clears the way, it can only expel it."

"I understand, but, Dumbledore..." Peter frowned, examining the water carefully.

"what?"

"I don't think there are yin corpses in the lake at all..." Peter said worriedly. "It stands to reason that the yin corpses have very strong black magic, but now the magic space has not responded."

He raised his wand and conjured a miniature iron-bellied dragon. It spread its wings and swept across the lake. Except for the ripples that were quickly smoothed out, the dark lake was as calm as a mirror. Regulus remembered the terrifying The Infernal Corpse didn't show up at all.

"Nothing." Peter said helplessly, "If we don't dislike the water soaked in the corpse, we can even swim through it now."

"It's worryingly bad news," said Dumbledore, with two deep vertical lines appearing on his forehead, "Voldemort took Inferi away, and he took the Resurrection Stone—"

"The Resurrection Stone!" Peter cried, "is it the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows? I remembered! Peverell's coat of arms! The three Peverell brothers were the original holders of the Three Hallows. By!"

Dumbledore was doing his best to remain calm, but his averted eyes showed that he was both annoyed and flustered.

I don't know why, as soon as it comes to the Resurrection Stone, his usual calmness and prudence disappear without a trace, and now he has become even more unreliable than Hagrid, even saying things that shouldn't be said casually .

"No, Peter...well, the Resurrection Stone...that's not the point I want to express," Dumbledore said a little incoherently, "I'll go on to say that Voldemort—"

But Peter asked with great interest: "Can the resurrection stone really bring the dead back to life? Or is it like in the story of the three brothers, the resurrection stone can only resurrect a sad soul, and eventually bring the living to life?" To the world of the dead?"

"I... don't know..." Dumbledore sighed, "I only know that having the resurrection stone means owning an army of infernal corpses. I think you'd better not pursue things like the resurrection stone, death The holy artifact cannot make you the master of death, it will only make you make mistakes one after another, just like..."

He didn't say any more, but Peter saw the burning desire in his blue eyes.

"I don't have anyone I want to resurrect." Peter said indifferently, but for some reason, a young woman's long chestnut hair floated into his mind.

"That's good." Dumbledore said seriously, "Let's continue talking about Voldemort - he managed to take away the Inferi in the Infernal Lake, and he took the Resurrection Stone, and things were even worse than I imagined before." If it gets serious, he might even turn the ancient legendary wizards into corpses for his use."

"We may be dueling Godric Gryffindor," said Peter with a wry smile, "and our dear allies are Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge, what a fight." Enjoyable fight."

"We can only rely on ourselves." Dumbledore stepped into the boat and slowly floated towards the center of the lake.

"Yes, we only have ourselves," Peter said.

He let the fire dragon grow up a bit, and the fire dragon flew him across the wide black water lake, and landed on the small island in the middle of the lake where Regulus died. He saw the stone basin full of potions emitting green fluorescence , maybe Voldemort filled the potion on purpose, maybe this stone basin will automatically refill the cup.

He checked on the rocky island, except for the part close to the lake, most of the ground on the island was smooth, and he found several inconspicuous white dents and burn marks, which indicated that The cauldron was held for a long time.

"He has been here, he has lived here." Peter said to Dumbledore who had just landed. "He may have been served by Quirrell, and he has brewed elixir or other potions here."

These details are undoubtedly worrying. Voldemort and Quirrell have left with a whole lake of corpses, and only the embers left by the crucible and blood stains are left in the cave.

Suddenly, a faintly shining thing in the crevice of the stone attracted Peter's attention. He bent down and picked it up. It was a beautiful silver locket, very similar to Slytherin's relics, but it had a Not adorned with little silver snakes.

"This is the locket that Regulus used to replace the Horcrux." Peter whispered, disturbing the silent darkness in the cave, "It seems that when Voldemort came back, he found that his most cherished Horcrux was missing, presumably he Must be furious."

Under Dumbledore's gaze, he gently opened the locket, and there was nothing in it, only a crumpled note.

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To the Dark Lord:

I'm dead when you read this letter;

But I want you to know that I discovered your secret, I have taken the real Horcrux and destroyed it;

I'd die because you're only a mortal man of flesh and blood when you meet your opponent.

RAB
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Peter closed Regulus' locket and tucked it into his robes.

"Regulus has returned home," Peter said softly. "Whether life or death, Regulus Black will never fight for the Dark Lord again."

(End of this chapter)