Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 148 At this time, I need a familiar

There is only one stone basin on the small island in the lake, and the material should be quartz or crystal, which is crystal clear.

Inside the stone basin is a transparent, emerald green potion.

At the bottom, lies a small locket quietly - a crooked "S" is spelled out with fine gemstones.

"It's fake."

Even if he didn't know the original trajectory of fate, Klein was sure that the Horcrux in the stone basin was a fake.

He was so familiar with Voldemort's soul fragments that no clue could escape his eyes.

"fake?"

Hearing Klein's words, Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and then he was a little disappointed.

For this Horcrux, not to mention the hard work he and Moody have put in, just because Klein is Fiendfyre and Black Hole, a lot of effort has been wasted.

Tell him now that the Horcrux is fake?
The old man frowned, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

"Unfortunately, it is indeed fake."

He said sorry, but Klein had an indifferent expression on his face.

Voldemort's seven horcruxes, the diary has been destroyed, the crown is in Dumbledore's hands, and the big snake is in his hands. Not counting the hidden horcruxes of Harry Potter, he has already lost three lives, and the threat is greatly reduced.

Besides, Voldemort himself is still in prison in Azkaban, so why worry?

"Then take it out and have a look."

The old man seemed a little reconciled. Looking at the locket at the bottom of the stone basin, he took a deep breath and reached for the emerald green potion, but unexpectedly found a resistance.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Dumbledore tried to cast a spell with his elder wand, but the magic power was like a mud cow entering the sea, failing to turn up the slightest storm.

"This"

He looks at Klein.

Sensing the sight from his side, Klein also looked at him and made an exaggerated expression.

"Wow, it's amazing~"

"."

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

"Well, I was thinking that this magic restriction should only be broken by conventional methods."

After the joke was over, Klein straightened his face and expressed his thoughts.

"Either it is destroyed directly, or it can only be consumed bit by bit."

"Consume little by little?"

After hearing this, Dumbledore fell into deep thought, and after a pause, he spoke thoughtfully.

"Voldemort was an extremely conceited man, he believed that his arrangements would never be discovered by others.

So, this potion is definitely not an instant death poison, he needs it.
He needs to figure out his flaws, and incapacitate, and perhaps suffer, those who break through his restraints. "

"Well, a wonderful reasoning."

Klein couldn't help applauding.

For the most part, the old man is that wise great wizard, not an old bee with a crazy craving for sweets.

"Ok."

Dumbledore sighed softly, and seemingly casually spun around in mid-air with his elder wand, conjuring a small crystal cup.

"Klein, no matter what happens to me in a while, you will be responsible for supervising me to finish drinking this whole pot of potion. I believe in you, you have that kind of power."

The potion might be disgusting, painful, and life-threatening, but Dumbledore decided to sacrifice himself for his own purposes.

This is the only way!
"Well, principal, didn't you listen to me, the Horcrux here is a fake."

Klein blinked, unable to keep up with Dumbledore's brain circuit.

Knowing that it is a fake and still fighting so hard, it couldn't be that the Coke just made the old man's head sweet.

"We're always going to try."

Seeing is believing, hearing is not.

Dumbledore smiled, not wavered by Klein's words.

Although he can't help Klein too much in his growth, he also has his own necessary things to do.

That is to prevent Voldemort's return at all costs.

"Principal, are you serious?"

Klein sometimes thinks that Dumbledore is quite wise, but sometimes he also thinks he is really "wise".

Even if you have to do it, you don't have to do it yourself.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, I've made up my mind."

This kind of magic restriction is very special. If you don't want to break it, you must follow the rules.

In other words, the one who drank the potion was either himself or Klein. Of course Dumbledore chose himself.

I saw the old man flicking his robe sleeves with a rather decisive expression on his face.As he said that, he would use the crystal cup in his hand to scoop up the emerald green potion in the stone basin.

"stop!"

No matter what he said, he couldn't persuade Dumbledore, so Klein simply cast a spell to stop the old man's movements.He scratched his eyebrows helplessly, and suddenly felt that "Coke lowers IQ" might not be an empty phrase.

"There are many ways to solve it. Why do you have to choose the one that touches you the most and is the least useful?"

Klein muttered to himself, drawing a pentagram with his wand in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Just find someone else to do it for you."

The magic circle was formed, and an ominous and obscure breath appeared out of thin air.

The long sound of the bell resounded faintly, Dumbledore's eyes shrank, and he suddenly recalled what it felt like.

demon.

This is the breath of the devil!
"Come out quickly, don't play tricks."

Little Baimeng still dares to show off?

Klein frowned, and the vague feeling immediately disappeared, and a beautiful "woman" with a height of four or five meters came to the small island in the middle of the lake through the pentagram circle sullenly.

"."

Dumbledore was a little dumbfounded.

At the end of the last ceremony, didn't this demon named Baimon keep cursing and roaring, wishing to dig out the bones of Klein? Why is he so honest now?

"Drink it, not a drop left."

When Baimon appeared, Klein didn't explain the second demon ceremony, but pointed to the pot of emerald green potion and ordered the demon to drink it up.

"Humph!"

He was very upset, but Baimon didn't dare to disobey Klein's order.

Under the constraints of the contract, he bent down—because his body was too large, he bent down, and the stone basin was almost like a small wine glass.

No matter what it was, Baimon opened his mouth wide and sucked it hard.The basin full of emerald green potion was sucked up in the blink of an eye, revealing the locket lying on the bottom of the basin.

"belch."

Baimon hiccupped, but his expression didn't change at all.

If you have to let him evaluate the potion in this basin.

That.
It should be a little sweet~
"Very well, let's go back."

Demons are easy to use. Things that are fatal to humans are drinks in the mouths of demons.Klein waved his hand, breaking the connection with hell.

Baimeng snorted coldly, his figure gradually became transparent, and soon disappeared.

"Look, at a time like this, a familiar can do many things for you, so don't just roll up your sleeves and do it yourself."

Picking up the locket in the stone basin, Klein turned to look at Dumbledore who was still unable to move.

"It's a lot of age, and you can live longer with less tossing."

(End of this chapter)