Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 142

night.

British night.

A night in the wizarding world of England.

A night at Hogwarts, the wizarding world of England.

A night in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, the UK's wizarding world.

"Don't you still believe me?" Taoist Lingxu patted Hilbert's thigh and said.

"I believe in you, but I'm afraid that the original history will not be able to stop the car and derail." Dumbledore said while chewing licorice candy.

"In the end...do you have to drink that stuff?"

"Half right, I want to exercise Harry!" said Dumbledore.

"...Principal, just listen to my master."

"Your master is one of the people I respect, he must have told you all the follow-up things, right?"

"That's right, even Harry is a Horcrux... Voldemort's children can travel through time..." Hilbert muttered.

"I have made up my mind, you don't need to say any more, I just hope that after I am gone, I can help Harry defeat Voldemort."

"Yes……"

At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door, and someone was pounding on the door.Harry had already rushed through the door before Dumbledore replied, "Come in."

Fox turned and took a look, his bright black eyes sparkling with the golden sunset outside the window.Dumbledore was already standing at the window looking out over the campus, a long black traveling cloak draped over his arm.Standing beside him were Hilbert and Taoist Lingxu.

"Ah—you're here, very well, very well. Harry, I promised you would come with me."

Harry froze for a moment, and his mind seemed to be slowed down. "You mean, you found a Horcrux?"

"I think so."

Anger and hatred battled shock and excitement inside him.For a long moment Harry could hardly speak a word.

"It's only natural to be afraid," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not afraid!" Harry said immediately, and it was absolutely true, fear was something he didn't feel at all at the moment. "Which Horcrux? Where is it?"

"In a cave by the sea. I believe it's hidden in a cave by the far sea, a cave I've been trying to find for so long. Tom Riddle found him on his annual trip to the orphanage."

"What defenses does it have?"

"I don't know, there are only some speculations, and they may be completely wrong." Dumbledore hesitated and said, "Harry, I promised you to go with me, and I will keep that promise, but if I don't warn you in advance, There would be extraordinary dangers, and I should not have done so."

"I'll go." Harry said almost before Dumbledore could finish.He was filled with hatred for Snape, and the desire to risk everything and do something had multiplied tenfold in those few minutes.It all seemed to be written all over Harry's face, and Dumbledore looked away from the window to look more closely at Harry, his silvery brows furrowed into a shallow vertical line.

"Then you must listen to me!"

"Professor!" Harry seemed to suddenly remember something.

"I'm going to report. Snape and Malfoy flirted with something, right under your nose, and you still—"

Dumbledore didn't speak for a while, he seemed to be making up his mind.Finally he said, "I'm sure. I trust Severus Snape completely."

Harry took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work.

"I followed Malfoy before, and he was in the Room of Requirement, and I heard Malfoy shouting, congratulating! He was trying to fix something dangerous in there, and as far as I can see, he has finally fixed it. You have to go to— "

"Enough!" asked Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows. "What do you suspect they will do? Be more specific."

"I—they're plotting!" said Harry, his hands clenched into fists.

"I don't want to go any further on this issue."

Harry held back his rebuttal, fearing he'd said too much and lost his chance to accompany Dumbledore.But then Dumbledore asked, "Would you like to come with me tonight?"

"Yes." Harry replied immediately.

"Fine, then listen."

Dumbledore straightened up.

"I take you on one condition: You must immediately obey any order I give you without question."

"of course."

"Listen, Harry. I mean you even have to obey orders like 'run' or 'hide' or 'go back'. Do you agree?"

"I—Yes, of course."

"If I told you to hide, would you?"

"meeting."

"If I tell you to run away, will you obey?"

"meeting."

"If I told you to leave me and save yourself, would you do it?"

"I--"

"Harry?"

They stared at each other for a while.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, go get your invisibility cloak and leave in 10 minutes."

Ten minutes later, when a panting Harry sprinted into the office.

Dumbledore was waiting at the oak gate.He turned just in time for Harry to stop and stand on the top stone step, panting, burning pain between his legs.

"I want you to wear the Invisibility Cloak," said Dumbledore, and when Harry had put it on, he added, "Very well. Shall we go?"

Dumbledore immediately descended the stone steps, his traveling cloak barely moving in the still summer air.Harry hurried after him in the Invisibility Cloak, still panting and sweating profusely.

"But what will people think when they see you out, Professor?" Harry asked, thinking of Malfoy and Snape.

"I'll go to Hogsmeade for a drink," said Dumbledore lightly, "and I'll hang out at Rosmer Tower sometimes, or the Hog's Head pub... or pretend to be there, it's a good way to disguise the real destination." method."

"The two of us will go together to protect your safety," Hilbert said.

They went out the gate and down the deserted path leading to Hogsmeade in the twilight.Night fell as fast as their steps, and it was completely dark when they reached the main road.Lights flickered in the shop windows, and as they approached the Three Broomsticks they heard hoarse shouts.

"—don't come in!" Rosmerta yelled, forcing a scruffy-looking wizard out, "Oh, hello, Albus...so late..."

"Good evening, Rosmerta, good evening...forgive me, I'm going to the Hog's Head...Don't take offense, I just want a quieter atmosphere tonight..."

After a little while they turned into a side street where the sign of the Hog's Head pub creaked softly, though there was no wind.Compared with the Three Broomsticks, this bar looks empty.

"We don't have to go in," murmured Dumbledore, glancing around, "as long as no one sees us leaving... Now put your hand on my arm, Harry. Don't hold on too hard, I just Leading you. I'll count to three—one... two... three..."

Harry spun around.Immediately there was that terrifying feeling again, like being squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, every part of his body was being squeezed, it was almost beyond the limit of his endurance.Then, just when he thought he was going to suffocate, the invisible tube burst open, and he stood in the cool darkness, breathing in big gulps of the fresh, salty air.

"Are we still in the old way?" Hilbert turned his head and asked Taoist Lingxu.

"No, Tayun won't come out, let's Tengyun fly over."

…………

Harry could smell the sea and hear the crashing waves.A cold breeze blew through his hair as he looked out at the moonlit sea and the starry night sky in the distance.He stood on a high black rock outcropping, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath his feet.He turned his head and looked back.Behind him stood a cliff, the steep rock wall fell straight down, and it was so dark that he couldn't see his face clearly.Several large rocks, such as the one on which Harry and Dumbledore are standing, appear to have dislodged from the face of the cliff at some point in the past.The surroundings are bare and desolate, except for the vast sea and rocks, there is no tree, no grass and sand.

After he gasped for breath, he found Taoist Lingxu and Hilbert slowly descending from the clouds.

Harry couldn't help thinking, "Why didn't I have such a good life?"

Dumbledore motioned Harry to the edge of the rock, where many jagged crevices for stepping on led down to huge boulders half-surfacing around the cliffs below.The climb down from here was very dangerous, and Dumbledore moved slowly with his withered hand.The rocks in the lower part are washed smooth by the sea water.Harry felt the icy, sea-smelling splash of water hit his face.

"Luminescence!" Dumbledore went down to the huge pebble closest to the front of the cliff, knelt down and chanted a spell.Spots of gold shone on the dark sea a few feet below him.The dark rock wall around him was also illuminated.

"See?" Dumbledore asked softly, raising his wand a little higher.Harry saw a crack in the cliff through which dark water swirled.

"You don't mind getting wet, do you?"

"It's okay," Harry said.

"Then take off your invisibility cloak - there's no need to wear it now - and let's take a chance."

Dumbledore, suddenly as agile as a young man, slipped off the pebble into the water and swam towards the dark fissure in the rock face.With his wand in his mouth, he was swimming in a perfect breaststroke.Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak, stuffed it into his pocket, and followed.

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, smelling the pungent smell of salt and seaweed, and struggled to find the flickering light that was getting smaller and smaller as it moved further down the cliff.

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 rock walls were only three feet apart and glistened wet like tar in the passing 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.

"Dehumidify and keep warm!" ×2
Dumbledore and Harry's drenched clothes dried instantly, still emitting steam, Hilbert and Taoist Lingxu put away their wands.The clothes are instantly dry and warm, as if they had been hung to dry in front of a roaring fire.

"Thank you." Harry said gratefully, his eyes were fixed on Hilbert and Taoist Lingxu, one of them relied on water avoidance, and the other relied on water diversion.There was no water stain on his body, "Should I give up magic and learn some Eastern Taoism?"

Dumbledore was already standing in the middle of the cave, with his wand held high in his hand, he turned slowly on the spot, carefully inspecting the rock wall and the cave ceiling.

"Yes, this is the place," said Dumbledore.This is just the vestibule, the entrance hall," Dumbledore said after a moment, "We need to go inside... What is blocking us now is the trap set by Voldemort, not the obstacles set by nature..."

Dumbledore approached the cave wall, stroked it with his blackened fingertips, and whispered something in a strange language Harry couldn't understand.Dumbledore walked twice around the cave from the left, touching the rough walls as best he could, pausing occasionally to run his fingers up and down in certain places.Finally, he finally stopped and pressed his palms flat on the cave wall.

"Here," he said, "we go in here. The entrance is hidden."

Harry didn't ask how Dumbledore knew.He had never seen a wizard solve a problem like this: only with his eyes and with his hands.But Harry had known for a long time that what made the puffs and smokes were usually the traits of the lesser, not the masters.

Dumbledore stepped back from the cave wall, pointing his wand at the rock.Suddenly, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light shining behind the crack.

"You made—successful!" said Harry, his teeth chattering, but before he could finish the words, the outline was gone, and the rock was as hard and thick as ever, with nothing on it .Dumbledore looked over his shoulder.

Dumbledore had turned his attention again to the solid cave walls.He didn't try any other magic, just stood there, staring at the cave wall intently, as if there was something extremely interesting written on it.Harry stood there motionless, not wanting to interrupt Dumbledore's train of thought.

Then, after a full 2 ​​minutes, Dumbledore said softly, "Oh, of course not. It's too low-level."

"What did you say, Professor?"

"I think," said Dumbledore, drawing from inside his robes with his uninjured hand a short silver knife, the kind Harry used to cut potion ingredients, "we'll have to pay to get through."

"The price?" said Harry. "You have to give the door something?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "blood, if I'm not mistaken."

"Blood?"

"That's why I said it was too low-level." Dumbledore said, his tone was contemptuous, even disappointed, as if Voldemort had not met Dumbledore's expected standards, "I believe you understand that the reason is to let the opponent You have to weaken yourself to get in. Once again, Voldemort failed to understand that there are many things that are far more terrifying than physical harm."

"Yeah, but if it can be avoided..." said Harry, who had suffered too much to be willing to go through more.

"Sometimes it's unavoidable." Dumbledore said, shaking up the sleeve of his robe, revealing the forearm of the injured hand.

The outline of the dazzling white arch reappeared on the cave wall again, and this time it did not disappear.The blood-stained rock within the arch disappeared suddenly, revealing a doorway that contained what seemed to be endless darkness.

"Come with me." Dumbledore said and walked through the doorway, and Harry walked in behind him, and the two people behind him remained silent, like stone men.The first two hurriedly lit their wands.

It was a very strange sight before them.They were standing on the shore of a great black lake, so wide that Harry could not see the far shore beyond.The cave they were in was so high that they couldn't see the top of the cave when they looked up.Far away, as if in the middle of the lake, there was a dim, green light shining, reflected in the dead lake below.Except for the green light and the bright light from the two wands, there was an indissoluble darkness all around, and the penetrating power of these bright lights was not as strong as Harry expected. The darkness here seemed to be darker than normal. Denser and thicker.

"Let's go on," said Dumbledore softly. "Be careful not to step into the water. Follow me closely."

He walked around the shore, Harry right behind him.Their footsteps echoed on the narrow rocks by the lake.They kept going forward, but the surrounding scene didn't change at all: on one side was the rough cave wall, on the other side was the boundless, mirror-like black surface of the lake, and the mysterious green light shone in the center of the lake.Harry found the place and the silence oppressive, unsettling.

"Professor?" He couldn't help asking, "You think the Horcrux is hidden here?"

"Oh, yes," said Dumbledore, "yes, I believe it is hidden here. The question is, how are we going to find it?"

"Can't we... can't we try the Coming Charm?" Harry said, knowing it must be a stupid suggestion, but although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help but want to get out of this damn place as soon as possible.Of course you can," Dumbledore stopped so suddenly that Harry nearly bumped into him, "why don't you try it? "

"Me? Oh... well..."

Unexpectedly, Harry cleared his throat, raised his wand, and said loudly, "Horcruxes are coming!"

"Why doesn't Harry fly?" Hilbert stared at Harry and thought.

With a bang like an explosion, a huge white guy jumped up from the pitch-black lake twenty feet away.Before Harry could see what it was, it disappeared again with a splash, splashing deep ripples in the calm water.Harry jumped back in shock, hitting the rock wall.He turned to Dumbledore, his heart still beating wildly.

"what is that?"

"I figured if we tried to grab a Horcrux, it would react."

Harry turned to look at the lake again.The surface of the lake became as bright and smooth as black glass again.The ripples faded uncannily quickly, but Harry's heart was still beating like a drum.

"Did you know something like that was going to happen, sir?"

"I knew for a long time that if we blatantly tried to get that Horcrux, something would happen. Harry, your idea is very good, and you have figured out what we are facing in the easiest way."

"But we don't know what that thing is," said Harry, looking at the calm and menacing lake.

"You should say those things," said Dumbledore, "I don't believe there's only one of them. Shall we move on?"

"professor?"

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"Do you think we need to go down into the lake?"

"Going to the lake? Unless our luck is particularly bad."

"Don't you think the Horcrux is under the lake?"

"Oh no... I think the Horcrux is in the middle of the lake."

Dumbledore pointed to the dim green light in the middle of the lake.

"Then we have to go to the middle of the lake to get it?"

"Yes, I think so."

Harry said nothing more.All he could think about were water monsters, water demons, water ghosts, giant pythons and ghosts...

Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something special.This time, instead of stroking the rock wall, his hand was slowly moving in the air, as if he wanted to find and grab something invisible.

"Ho ho!" said Dumbledore happily after a few seconds.He closed his hands and grabbed something in the air that Harry couldn't see.Dumbledore moved slowly towards the lake, and Harry watched nervously as Dumbledore's brass-buckled shoes moved over the edge of the rock.Dumbledore still clenched that hand in the air, and with the other he raised his wand, and tapped his fist with the tip of the wand.

Immediately, a thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and rushed towards Dumbledore's clenched fist.Dumbledore tapped the chain with his wand, and the chain began to slip through his fist like a snake, coiling up in a heap on the ground, and the tinkling sound echoed loudly as it hit the rock wall.The chain pulled something up from the dark bottom of the lake.Harry watched in amazement as the prow of a small boat emerged from the lake like a ghost, glowing green like a chain, and floated, barely a ripple, towards the shore where Harry and Dumbledore stood.

"How do you know it's there?" 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." .”

"Is this... is this boat safe?"

"Oh, I think it's safe. Voldemort needs a way to get across the lake in case he needs to visit or take his Horcruxes, so as not to irritate those he's planted in the lake."

"Then if we go across the lake in Voldemort's boat, those guys in the water won't be trying to get us, will they?"

"I think we have to be prepared that if they find out we're not Voldemort, they're going to kill us. So far, though, we've had a good time. They've allowed us to get the boat out of the lake."

"But why would they let us do it?" Harry asked, unable to shake the terrifying image in his mind of tentacles poking out of the dark water as they moved far from the shore.

"Voldemort was justified in his belief that only a highly skilled wizard could discover the boat," said Dumbledore. "I think he was prepared to take the risk of the boat being discovered - which seemed to him almost impossible. Impossible, and he knows he's put some obstacles ahead that only he can cross. We'll see later if he's right."

Harry looked down at the boat.A very small boat indeed.

"Don't worry, watch!" Hilbert pointed with his wand.The boat immediately became larger and became a small boat that could accommodate two people.

"That you--?"

"We can fly over." Taoist Lingxu took Hilbert by the hand and jumped into the air like a bird to fly to the center of the lake. Dumbledore and Harry arrived at the island in a small boat.
"Be careful not to touch the lake water," Dumbledore warned again as Harry got off the boat.

The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office: a large flat black slate, empty except for that green light source.Looking closer now, the green light appears much brighter.Harry squinted at it, at first he thought it was some sort of lamp, then he saw that the green light was coming from a stone basin resembling a Pensieve, with a pedestal beneath it.

Dumbledore approached the stone basin, and Harry followed.They stood there side by side, looking into the stone basin.A basin full of emerald green liquid, glowing with phosphorescence.

"What's this?" Harry asked softly.

"I'm not sure," said Dumbledore, "but there are more things to worry about than blood and dead bodies."

Dumbledore shook up the sleeve of his robe that covered the black hand, and the tips of his withered fingers stretched out to the surface.

"Sir, no, don't touch it—!"

"I can't touch it." Dumbledore smiled faintly, "See? My hand can't go any further. Try it."

Harry squinted and reached for the stone basin, trying to touch the liquid.But he encountered an invisible resistance, and his hands 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.

"Get out of the way, Harry," said Dumbledore.

He raised his wand, made some complex movements on the surface of the liquid, and muttered silently.There was no movement, but the light from the liquid seemed brighter.Harry watched Dumbledore in silence, and it wasn't until Dumbledore retracted his wand that he felt he could speak again.

"Do you think the Horcruxes are hidden there, sir?"

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore gazed more intently at the stone basin.Harry saw his face reflected in the smooth green liquid. "But how do you get at it? The liquid, you can't squeeze it in, break it up, scoop it up, or pump it up, or make it disappear with a Vanishing Charm, or magically deform it, or otherwise. change its nature."

Dumbledore seemed to be absent-minded and raised his wand again, spun it in the air, and conjured a tall crystal goblet in his hand.

"I can only come to the conclusion that this fluid needs to be drunk."

"What?" said Harry. "No!"

"I think it's this: Only by drinking it can I empty the stone basin and see what's hidden underneath."

"But what if—what if it poisons you?"

"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't have that effect," said Dumbledore lightly. "Voldemort wouldn't be willing to poison anyone who came to this island."

"Wait, Headmaster. Harry is right, you can't drink these potions. Besides, it doesn't look like a good thing. It looks like the water after Master rinses the brush." ​​Hilbert discouraged. (Of course the last sentence was not said)

Harry couldn't believe it.Could it be that Dumbledore is so absurdly thinking of people's good side again?

"Sir," said Harry, trying to sound reasonable, "Sir, we're dealing with Voldemort—"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I should have put it this way: he wouldn't be willing to kill anyone who came to this island right away," corrected Dumbledore himself. How could they get past those defenses of his, and most importantly, find out why they were so eager to empty the stone basin. Don't you forget that Voldemort believed that he alone knew about his Horcruxes."

Harry tried to speak, but Dumbledore held up a hand to silence him.Dumbledore frowned slightly at the emerald green liquid, obviously thinking hard about something.

"Dumbledore, maybe you can let me drink it." Taoist Lingxu couldn't help but scoop up a crystal cup and drank the potion. After feeling fine, he scooped up another five or six cups and drank it.At this moment, Taoist Lingxu was sitting slumped on the ground, and Hilbert quickly helped him up. Taoist Lingxu covered his head with his hands, and his face was painful.In his mind, there was a scene of his uncle and his disciples wantonly massacring his juniors and juniors regardless of their fellow disciples during the decisive battle, "Don't...don't...stop... you gangsters! Bandits! Shameless scum! To finish the killing Attack my juniors!" Taoist Lingxu kept screaming...it took a while before he returned to normal.

"This medicine...is really harsh. Once people drink the liquid, they will see "a lot of horrible scenes" and feel that their internal organs are burning. Unexpectedly, the poor are also affected. I need to recuperate my body."

"There is no doubt," said Dumbledore, "that the potion will prevent me from acquiring a Horcrux. It will probably paralyze me, make me forget what I came here for, and cause me agony to concentrate, Or incapacitate me in some other way. If that happens, Harry, it will be up to you to make sure I keep drinking it, even if you have to pour it down my tightly shut mouth. Understand?"

Harry and Dumbledore met their eyes over the stone basin.Both pale faces were illuminated by that strange green light.Could it be that that was the reason he had been invited--so that he could force Dumbledore to drink a potion that might cause him unbearable pain?

"Do you remember the terms on which I brought you?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry hesitated, looking into the blue eyes, greenish in the light from the stone basin.

"But, what if—?"

"You swore to obey my orders, didn't you?"

"Yes, but—"

"I warned you that it might be dangerous, didn't I?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but—"

"That's good," Dumbledore said, shaking his sleeves up again, and raised his empty goblet. "This is my order."

"Why can't I drink the potion?" Harry asked desperately.

"Because I am much older and wiser than you, and I am much less worth than you," said Dumbledore. "I ask one last time, Harry, can you swear to me that you will do everything you can?" The power to let me continue to drink?"

"Isn't it possible—?"

"Can you swear?"

"But--"

"Swear, Harry!"

"I—well, but—"

Before Harry could protest, Dumbledore filled the crystal cup with the liquid.At that moment, Harry really hoped that Dumbledore could not touch the potion with the wine glass, however, the crystal glass sank all of a sudden.The glass was full, and Dumbledore raised it to his lips.

"I wish you well, Harry."

He drank it down.Harry watched in horror, his hands gripping the edge of the stone basin so tightly that his fingertips were numb.

"Professor?" he asked worriedly when he saw Dumbledore put down his empty glass, "How are you feeling?"

Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes closed.Harry wondered if he was in pain.With his eyes closed, Dumbledore reached into the stone basin again, scooped up a full cup, and drank again.

Dumbledore drank three glasses in silence.On the fourth cup, he staggered forward and fell on the stone basin.His eyes were still closed and he was breathing heavily.

"Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry, his throat tightening. "Can you hear me?"

Dumbledore didn't answer.His face was twitching, as if he was in a deep sleep, having a horrible nightmare.His grip on the glass relaxed, and as the potion was about to be spilled, Harry stepped forward and grabbed the crystal glass, holding it steady.

"Professor, can you hear me?" he asked again loudly, his voice echoing in the cave.

Dumbledore spoke out so heavily that Harry could hardly recognize his voice, for he had never seen Dumbledore so frightened.

"I don't want...don't force me..."

"...don't like it...want to stop..." Dumbledore moaned.

"You... you can't stop, Professor," said Harry, "you have to keep drinking, remember? You told me you had to keep drinking. Come on..."

Harry forced the cup to Dumbledore's mouth and filled it, and Dumbledore drank what was left of the potion in the cup.Harry really hated himself, hated what he had done from the bottom of his heart.

"No..." Dumbledore moaned, and Harry put the glass back into the stone basin and scooped up a full one for him, "I don't want...I don't want...let me go..."

"It's all right, Professor," said Harry, his hands shaking, "it's all right, I'm—"

"Make it stop, make it stop," moaned Dumbledore.

"Okay...okay, let's make it stop," Harry coaxed him.He poured the liquid from the goblet into Dumbledore's open mouth again.

Dumbledore screamed, and the shrill voice echoed in the cave across the silent black lake.

"No, no, no...no...I can't...I can't, don't make me, I don't want to..."

"It's all right, Professor, it's all right!" cried Harry, his hands shaking so badly that he could hardly scoop up his sixth glass of potion.The stone basin is already half empty. "You're fine, you're safe, it's not true, I swear it's not true—come on, drink this, drink this..."

Dumbledore obediently drank it, as if what Harry handed him was an antidote, but as soon as he drank the potion in the glass, he fell to his knees and trembled uncontrollably.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," he cries, "Please let it stop, I know I'm doing it wrong, oh please make it stop, I never, never again ..."

"That stops it, Professor," said Harry, his voice rough and hoarse, as he poured the seventh potion into Dumbledore's mouth.

Dumbledore curled up in a ball, and it seemed that some invisible people were tormenting him around him.He waved his hand wildly, nearly knocking over the refilled cup in Harry's trembling hands, and moaned, "Don't hurt them, don't hurt them, please, please, it's all my fault , come at me..."

"Come on, drink this, drink this, you'll be fine soon," Harry said desperately, and Dumbledore opened his mouth obediently again, although his eyes were tightly closed, Shaking from head to toe.

Then, throwing himself forward, screaming again and pounding the ground with his fist, Harry scooped up the ninth cup of potion.

"Please, please, please, don't... don't do that, don't do that, let me do whatever..."

"Drink, Professor, drink..."

Dumbledore drank like a thirsty child, but then screamed as soon as he had finished, as if his insides were on fire.

"No, please, no..."

"Let me drink it, Harry."

Hilbert took the crystal cup and drank the potion, then scooped up another cup and drank it.

Harry scooped up the tenth glass of potion and felt the crystal glass rubbing against the bottom of his basin.

"We're about to succeed, Professor, drink this, drink this..."

Dumbledore still didn't want to drink, he painfully obstructed...

Hilbert took the potion with trembling hands and drank it after a while, obviously making up his mind.But his face was in pain, it was obvious that three cups was the limit for a person like him.Hilbert couldn't hold back his trembling legs and fell to the ground. Taoist Lingxu took out a pill from his arms, crushed it with his hands, and blew it into Hilbert's nostrils. It took a while for Hilbert to recover normal.

Dumbledore, panting heavily, rolled face down on the ground.

"No!" shouted Harry, standing up to refill the potion in his goblet. He threw the cup into the stone basin, rushed over to Dumbledore, and rolled him over on his back.Dumbledore's glasses were askew, his mouth was open and his eyes were shut. "No," said Harry, shaking Dumbledore, "no, you're not dead, you said it wasn't poison, wake up, wake up - rejuvenate!" He pointed his wand at Dumbledore. A yell from Bullido's chest, a red light flashed, but there was no response. "Rejuvenate—sir—please—"

Dumbledore's eyelids were twitching, and Harry's heart was beating for joy.

"Sir, do you—?"

"Water," said Dumbledore hoarsely.

"Water," gasped Harry, "—okay—"

He jumped up and grabbed the cup he had just thrown into the stone basin.He didn't notice the gold locket coiled beneath it.

"Clear water like a spring!" He pointed his wand at the wine glass and shouted.

The cup was filled with clear water immediately.Harry knelt beside Dumbledore, lifted his head, and brought the glass to his lips - but it was already empty.Dumbledore groaned and began to breathe heavily again.

"Just now there was - wait - clear water!" Harry said, pointing his wand at the glass again.In a blink of an eye, the glass was full of water again, but as soon as he brought it to Dumbledore's mouth, the water disappeared again.

"Sir, I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" said Harry anxiously, but he knew Dumbledore couldn't hear.Dumbledore rolled over on his side, letting out a heavy, grunting gasp that sounded heart-wrenching. "Clear water is like a spring—clear water is like a spring—clear water is like a spring!"

The glass is full and empty again.Dumbledore's breathing was already weak.Harry's brain was spinning nervously, he knew instinctively that there was only one way to get the water, and that was what Voldemort had planned long ago...

He ran and flung himself on the edge of the rock, dipped his glass into the lake, scooped a glass full of cold lake water, and this time the water did not disappear.

"Sir—here!" Harry shouted, throwing himself forward and clumsily pouring water in Dumbledore's face.

That was all he could do, because there was a chill in his arm that was not holding the cup, but not from the icy lake water splashing on it.A sticky, white hand grabbed his wrist, and the guy was slowly dragging him behind the rocks.The surface of the lake was no longer as smooth as a mirror, but was churning violently.Harry looked, and there were white heads and hands emerging from the black water everywhere, men, women, and children, all with sunken, blind eyes, floating towards the rock: A large number of dead bodies emerged from the dark lake.

"Total petrification!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Inferi that had grabbed his arm, clutching desperately at the smooth, damp rock face of the island.The Inferi let go of him and fell back into the water with a plop.Harry struggled to his feet.But more Inferi had already climbed onto the rock, clutching the slippery rock with their withered hands, staring at him with empty, foggy eyes, dragging behind them wet rags, one by one There was a look of contempt on the sunken face.

"Total petrification!" Harry yelled again, stepping back and flailing his wand in the air.Six or seven Yin corpses were knocked down, but more Yin corpses forced towards him. "There are many obstacles! Imprisonment quickly!"

A few of the Inferi staggered and fell, and one or two were tied up with ropes, but those who had crawled up the rock behind them just stepped over them, or stepped on their fallen bodies and came again.Harry kept waving his wand vigorously, and shouted, "Magic Edge! Magical Edge!"

At this time, the sharp-eyed Taoist Lingxu saw the missing Death Eater, Regulus Black!

Taoist Lingxu waved his hand, and saw that the Qiankun bag was opened, and Regulus Black was put into the bag and disappeared.

Deep gashes appeared in the ragged wet clothes and cold skin of the Inferi, but not a drop of blood flowed out.Unconsciously, they continued to press forward step by step, stretching out a pair of dry hands towards Harry.Harry took another few steps back, feeling arms wrap around him from behind, arms as cold as death and fleshless, lifted him off the ground, and walked slowly, but without hesitation. black lake.Harry knew there was no way for him to get out, he would surely be drowned, another Inferi guarding a fragment of Voldemort's soul...

But at this moment, flames appeared in the darkness: a bright, golden-red ring of fire surrounded the rocks, and the ghouls holding Harry tightly staggered and swayed one by one.They dared not go through the flames into the lake, so they left Harry behind.Harry fell to the ground, his foot slipped on the rocks, and he scraped his arm, but he struggled to his feet, raising his wand and looking around warily.

Already Dumbledore was on his feet again, as pale as the Inferi around him, but taller than any of them, with fire dancing in his eyes.His wand was held aloft like a torch, and streams of flame shot out from the tip of the wand, like a huge and warm noose, surrounding the Inferi.

The Inferi bumped into each other, dazed to escape the flames that surrounded them...

"The ghosts... are afraid of fire... hurry up...fire!"

Hilbert put his palms together and pushed forward, then said a formula in his mouth.Huge flames erupted from the palm of his hand, Taoist Lingxu had an extra gourd in his hand, but it was red, and huge flames spewed out of the gourd, just like the mouth of a fire dragon.Dumbledore fished the locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it inside his robes.Without saying a word, he motioned Harry to come to him.Dazed by the flames, the Inferi didn't seem to realize that their pursuers were leaving the island.Then Dumbledore led Harry towards the boat, the halo moving around them.The bewildered Inferi swarmed them to the edge of the lake, eager to slide back into the dark water.

Harry was shaking all over, he thought Dumbledore hadn't the strength to climb into the boat.Dumbledore staggered a little as he stepped aboard, seeming to be putting all his energy into maintaining the protective aura around them.Harry supported him and made him sit in the boat.No sooner had the two squeezed in than the boat skimmed back across the dark water, away from the rocks still surrounded by a ring of fire.The Inferi that floated underwater seemed never to dare to show their faces again.

"Sir," gasped Harry, "sir, I forgot--forgot the fire--they jumped at me all of a sudden, and scared the hell out of me--"

"Understandable," murmured Dumbledore.Harry was horrified to hear the weakness of his voice.

With a soft bang, they reached the shore, and Harry jumped out of the boat first, and turned back to support Dumbledore.As soon as Dumbledore landed, the hand that held the wand dropped.The ring of fire disappeared, but the Inferi did not emerge from the lake again.The boat sank again, and the chain jingled back into the water.Dumbledore sighed heavily and leaned against the rock wall of the cave.

"I'm weak..." he said.

"Don't worry, sir," said Harry hastily, feeling very disturbed at the sight of Dumbledore's extreme paleness and exhaustion, "don't worry, we'll both go back... lean on me, sir... "

Pulling Dumbledore's good arm over his shoulder, Harry walked back along the lake, bearing most of the headmaster's weight.

That protective mechanism... After all, it's still... very ingeniously designed. said Dumbledore weakly. "It's impossible to do it alone... You've done a good job, very beautiful, Harry..."

"Shut up now," said Harry, who was frightened by Dumbledore's voice becoming so muffled and his footsteps becoming so limp, "save your energy, sir...we'll be out of here soon... ..."

"The arch must be sealed again...my knife..."

"No need, I've been bruised by rocks," said Harry firmly, "just tell me where..."

"here……"

Harry wiped the stone off his injured arm, and the arch reopened immediately, receiving the gift of blood.They walked through the cave outside, Harry helping Dumbledore back into the icy water in the cleft in the cliff.

"It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, Dumbledore's weak voice worrying him just now, and his silence now worrying him even more, "it's almost almost here... I can Apparate, put We both take it back... don't worry..."

"I'm not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the bitter cold, "I'm with you."

"Professor, aren't you leaving?" Harry asked Taoist Lingxu.

"Let's go later, I want to save these ghosts. You and the principal go first."

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High-energy warning ahead......

"How to transcend, Master?"

"Go and burn the paper talisman first, put the ashes in the southeast, then light the three incense sticks and put them on the paper ashes."

Hilbert took it and complied.

Taoist Lingxu rummaged through the Qiankun bag, found a writing brush dipped in cinnabar and a few pieces of yellow paper, wrote a few talismans on the yellow paper and handed it to Hilbert, "Throw them into the water one by one. Li. Someone will come to pick you up when the time comes."

The corpses in the water climbed up one after another, and Taoist Lingxu was as stable as a mountain.He muttered, "The vast mortal world is divided into yin and yang. The yang enters the world, and the yin returns to the secluded. Don't be greedy for the mortal world. Return to the secluded early and wait for detachment!" , as if something was pulling the corpses from behind.

"Three souls and seven souls, send the spirits into the yin, hurry like a law!" Taoist Lingxu hurriedly made a formula with both hands and then quickly joined together.

PS. (The healing spells are all in English.)
Then a cloud of smoke floated in front of Hilbert, and he turned around quickly to find that it was the burning incense.

The bodies of the corpses trembled, only to see distorted souls flying out of their heads.As if attracted by something.Almost instantly, the smoke enveloped the soul.

"Thank you for your help. I knew you were a man of your word. Thank you this time." Hilbert looked up and saw an old wizard wearing a purple robe and a wizard hat standing in mid-air. Thank you, Xu Daoist.Behind him was a large group of black figures wearing black cloaks and holding sickles.

"It's okay, this is also a merit for me." Taoist Lingxu waved his hand slightly and said.

"who is he?"

"I'm Merlin Ambrosius. The guide of the undead in the underworld." The old man in purple said.

"May...May...Merlin!"

"Exactly, if there is nothing wrong, I will take these souls back?"

"Wait. Old guy, didn't we agree? What about the magic potion that can make Yin corpses grow back into adults? You guys can't just keep your promises?" Taoist Lingxu said.

"Here you are. Received!" Merlin took out a bottle of green potion from his arms and threw it down. Hilbert quickly caught it.

"Okay, I'll take my leave." Taoist Lingxu got up and saluted.

"If something happens, it's still the old way." After saying that, Merlin and a large number of ghost souls suddenly disappeared.

"Let's go, Hill." Taoist Lingxu said while burning the corpses on the ground to ashes.

"When did you meet him?"

"In the fourth year, I thought you were killed, so I went to the underworld to look for you, and finally met him. After that, the two of us met a lot. The way we met was to use incense made from the soil of the underworld mixed with fire dragon blood. . After lighting it, he can come here."

"........."

"Come and tighten my arms, we teleport back."

Hilbert put his hand on Taoist Lingxu's left arm, only to hear a "swoosh" and the two of them disappeared.

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