Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 524 Small Island and Stone Basin

McGuffin rushed back to this gloomy underground lake from the outside. He took out a chicken sandwich from his pocket and handed it to Sirius Black.

"what time is it?"

Black didn't have any appetite, and asked hoarsely.

McGuffin took out his pocket watch and looked, "03:30 in the afternoon! Now the banquet welcoming other magic schools is about to begin..."

"is it?"

Confused, Blake clutched the sandwich in his hand tightly, almost crushing it into a ball of mud.

But the McGuffin next to him was devouring the sandwich, which was delicious, and he looked very hungry.

Blake wondered, this little wizard...how could he still swallow it?
The fire has been burning for more than ten hours.

The corpses in the lake screamed terrifyingly one after another from the beginning... until now... they can only hear the sound of bones bouncing in the sea of ​​fire... and the sound of water vapor flowing on the lake...

The Infernal Corpse and the little wizard in front of him...Comparing the two, Blake simply couldn't know which was more terrifying.

Just like now... He couldn't tell whether it was Voldemort who was frightening, or the little wizard in front of him who was able to get a big flower in front of him was even more chilling.

"Eat, Mr. Black, aren't you hungry? Up to now...we haven't eaten for a day. We just drank some clear water conjured up by magic..."

McGuffin leaned over and asked with a strange look on his face.

But when he walked over, he made a quick check, and he was careful that a black thing was cracked under his feet.
Judging from Bai Sensen's fracture and shape...it is undoubtedly the skull of a ghost corpse, and it seems that it came here...from being...burned to pieces in the sea of ​​fire.

There are still some scorched black things sticky on it, which looks like brains or some kind of flesh tissue...

vomit!
Blake couldn't continue thinking about it.

vomit!
vomit!
He bent over and retched again and again.

Could no longer look directly at the little wizard.

FK!

Dumbledore's old fool... Can this be called trusting him?

Black decided to remind Harry to stay away from the young wizard as soon as he was done with the matter.

James' only remaining son...his godson...couldn't be influenced by such a guy.

Blake retched and roared in his heart.

Too bad it didn't distract him in the slightest.

After being lured and burned for more than ten hours, the corpses in the underground lake... are now completely gone...

The sea of ​​fire on the shore has begun to gradually extinguish, but the crematorium is now full of incompletely burned remains...

Broken skulls; scorched flesh and blood tissue; some were not completely burned to ashes because of the lake water or water vapor soaking... As a result, after the fire scene, there were some burnt and sticky unknown residues piled up everywhere...

Not to mention the thick layer of ashes.

They were all piled up on the shore that was originally composed of small pebbles... exuding a special smell of burnt, sea fishy, ​​and rotten.

Black is so uncomfortable now, and it is largely because of this smell.

"Eliminate the odor!"

"The fragrance is overflowing!"

"Whirlwind clean!"

Just when Blake felt that he was about to faint from the smell, McGuffin raised his wand and cast three or four spells on him suddenly,
From the smell of barbecued carrion... to a certain minty fragrance, which brought him alive.

"I just said that there is no buff added to the original, pure SB, right?"

"what?"

"Uh, nothing!"

Blake looked at this eccentric, indistinguishable little wizard from good and evil, full of doubts in his heart, but he still didn't let go of his vigilance.

But that's not what matters now...

"Albert, can we go in now? You almost dried up this lake..."

"It's not that exaggerated... But, it should be close, but let me try again..." McGuffin said.

He cleared his throat, raised his wand, and shouted, "Horcruxes are coming!"

The lake was pitch black and covered with a layer of unidentified slime, and there was no movement.

Unlike the previous attempts, there were no ghosts popping out suddenly.

Blake let out a big sigh, and to his surprise... McGuffin Albert let out a similarly long breath.

This surprised him so much that Blake couldn't even restrain the rush of complaints in his heart, and asked directly, "Why are you sighing, I still burn something because of your favorite..."

Shir!
——What does Blake think of me?

The veins on McGuffin's forehead popped three times.

I knew I wouldn't add buffs to him,
It's so kind that it doesn't pay off.

McGuffin gritted his teeth and hissed one sentence at a time, "Although I don't know what you think of me, Mr. Black, I'm not a pervert like a Death Eater or a werewolf Greyback..."

--no! !

(￣へ￣)

Blake looked disbelieving.

He remembered that after the first burning was completed,... MacGuffin Albert stopped him, saying that he was going to test whether there were any ghost corpses left in the lake.

After discovering that there were still Yin corpses, this guy directly poured blood (to lure these dark creatures), and finally just found a few barrels of oil and poured them on the shore and on the lake...

He floated on the lake with a face full of excitement, dumped fuel, and then ignited it with a white phosphorus bomb...

Under the light reflected by the sea of ​​flames, McGuffin Albert's flickering, eerie, and excited perverted expression was simply more Death Eaters than Death Eaters...

All of this... just happened, and it will be permanently, indelibly, in Blake's mind.

Blake doesn't believe a word of what McGuffin Albert is saying now.

"Shall we get out of here soon?"

Black didn't want to say more, he turned around and detoured to the other side of the bank, and didn't bother looking for the magic mechanism left by Voldemort.

The oil barrel that directly brought McGuffin turned into a boat for one person.

Then he pushed it into the lake, stepped in, tapped the bow with his wand, and off he went.

As for McGuffin Albert, this guy must have his own way.

Blake was right. Not long after, McGuffin sullenly floated on the lake and flew over after him.

The atmosphere between the two dropped to freezing point, and neither of them spoke.

There was silence all around, and the boat cut through the water like a sharp arrow, making rustling noises, and kept moving forward.

Soon, the rock walls of the cave and the ashes of the corpses on the shore, ashes, limbs and charred arms were no longer visible... The smell of burnt corpses after the burning of oil also faded a lot, and there was only the faint smell of sea and the fragrance of mint... a strange mixture of smells.

It was safe and sound along the way, no ghosts suddenly jumped out to attack the two of them.

The McGuffin was flying a few feet from Black's boat with a group of little things...following.

The faint green fluorescence emitted by the magic wands of those little things illuminated the way forward, and flickered a little light on the dark water.

Of course, Blake's brain was also bright and green.

The boat moved forward rapidly, cutting a deep ripple on the gradually smooth lake surface...

The two of them were getting closer and closer to the green light, which was the small island in the middle of the lake.

This can also be seen from the fact that the green light is bigger and brighter.

A few minutes later, the boat hit the shore of the reef,
The two of them came to a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.

The island is not big, about the size of McGuffin's dormitory... It is flat and towering, with arc-shaped stone steps drilled from the water.

The black slate-like island seems to have been pulled out of the water.

There is nothing on the island, only a stone basin more than half a meter high stands in the center.

That dazzling green light came from there.

Because of this green light, the whole island is covered with a strange green light.

The MacGuffin landed on the island, and Black followed him up the stone steps.

The two of them held their breath together and leaned into the stone basin.

Inside... a pot full of emerald green strange liquid...

This is the thing that glows green.

After being stunned for a moment, Blake took out the parchment note from inside his robe,
The note was floating in the air, trembling on top of the green liquid in the stone basin, circling crazily and irregularly...

Finally, it fell rapidly, as if trying to get into the liquid of the stone basin.

Black reached out to stop him extremely quickly, but...

His hand, together with the note, floated on top of the stone basin, unable to touch... as if he encountered an invisible resistance.

"This is?"

Black hurriedly took the note back, and then reached out to touch the liquid.

But no matter how hard he stretched down, his fingers couldn't touch the surface of the liquid in the basin.

Black drew out his wand and muttered some complicated incantations.

McGuffin judged that he wanted to break the protective spell on it... and wanted to transfer the liquid to other places.

Nothing happened.

The green light of the liquid flickered twice, as if mocking Black.

McGuffin didn't speak, and he raised his wand only after Black retracted it.

"Collapse quickly!"

"The house collapsed!"

"Dig three feet!"

McGuffin did not cast a spell on the stone basin, but concentrated his magic on the base under the stone basin.

He wanted to uproot this thing and move it to Hogwarts.

Because as far as he knew, even Dumbledore couldn't do anything about the liquid in the stone basin, so he naturally didn't think that he and Black could solve the curse left by Voldemort better than that old bee...

And he didn't want to drink the poisonous liquid automatically like Dumbledore did.

As the saying goes, if you can't get over the mountain, I'll go over...

Move this thing to Hogwarts first, and let Dumbledore have a headache.

However, it is clear that McGuffin's approach is also futile.

The spell he cast could only leave white marks on the black... one-piece rocky islet.

Black sneered, "Don't bother... This small island was created by the mysterious man, and his evil magic power is condensed on it. Generally speaking...you alone can't destroy it, and who knows what kind of countermeasures the Dark Lord will leave behind if you destroy it...Maybe it will explode directly here. Let me do it...I know what's going on! This is similar to...the fountain of eternal life that can never be touched..."

With that, he waved his wand in the air, extending it into a long spoon.

This time he reached into it at once, filling the spoon with green liquid.

Black smiled in satisfaction, then dumped it to the side, sprinkled it on the ground of the island, and stretched the spoon in...

Spoon after spoon...

McGuffin didn't remind Black—the flowing liquid under his feet disappeared in an instant, and the green liquid in the stone basin didn't decrease at all.

As Blake kept scooping up the liquid in the stone basin...he gradually realized that something was wrong.

The liquid in this stone basin has not decreased at all, it is still a full basin.

After that, Blake waved his wand angrily, trying to freeze, evaporate, and suck the liquid in the stone basin... Unfortunately, it was completely useless, and the magic liquid inside was exactly the same as before, without any change.

"It seems...there is only one way." Black finally stopped his movements, turned his wand into a long spoon again, and muttered to himself.

"Just like the untouchable fountain of eternal life, only those who drink it on the spot can touch this liquid and consume this magical liquid..."

Black came to the 'correct' conclusion.

Then when I saw this guy was about to scoop it up and drink it.

McGuffin stopped him by opening his mouth.

"Slower!"

"Don't stop me...Professor Dumbledore's note has indicated that [Horcrux] is below, we must expose it, then take it out and destroy it."

"Even if it's poisonous, I have to do it." Black had no choice but to do so now.He could only trust the little guy in front of him.

"MacGuffin Albert, I believe you...you will...you must force me to drink all the remaining liquid."

"I……"

"Don't stop me, Albert! But if I can't hold on anymore...I hope you tell Harry that I have left everything in the Black family to him."

Black spoke very tragically, full of heroism.

only……

"You asked me to say something," said McGuffin gruffly.

They looked at each other.

The two weak and tired faces were illuminated by the green light from the stone basin, which looked very strange.

Especially from Blake's point of view, the little wizard opposite was looking at him up and down... His gaze was like looking at a piece of pork on the chopping board, which made his skin crawl all over the place.

This made him not only doubt, after his sacrifice...is the little wizard in front of him really reliable?

After experiencing this series of crazy adventures (sneaking into Muggle military bases, stealing items, casting the Imperius Curse, burning corpses...), Black's trust in MacGuffin has dropped to almost the lowest point.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Blake tried not to sound too sharp.

"Undoubtedly," McGuffin said, "Sirius, what you said should be correct. According to the evil taste of the Dark Lord...he should want to force the visitors to drink these potions, but at the same time, this potion must also be a kind of non-lethal venom, and the antidote for alleviating symptoms is very likely to be the water of these lakes, otherwise we wouldn't have put so many infernal corpses in the lake."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Don't worry, I have a better way..."

McGuffin showed a strange smile, "Mr. Black, your Transfiguration should be very good, right? After all, you have already mastered the Animagus..."

"So what? What does it matter?" Braque asked impatiently.

"Perhaps, have you heard of Muggle medicine - gastric bypass? Or simply...direct laryngeal bypass..."

"Huh?" Blake was stunned o((⊙﹏⊙))o...

(End of this chapter)