Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Wright asked softly: "Teacher, have you discovered anything?"

Wright's voice broke the silence around him and awakened Dumbledore's attention from the basin of liquid.

"Look." Dumbledore turned his head and said to Wright.

He took his right hand out of his long-distance running sleeve and reached out to the surface of the basin of lavender liquid. But there seemed to be an invisible resistance above the crystal stone basin, blocking Dumbledore's right hand there, making it impossible to reach in.

"I can't touch it," Dumbledore said calmly. "It can only go so far. There is no way to go further."

Dumbledore stared intently at the stone basin and said slowly: "You can't put your hand into this kind of liquid in the stone basin, nor can you separate it, scoop it dry, or drain it; nor can you use the disappearing spell to make it dry." It disappears, deforms it with transfiguration, or otherwise changes its nature."

"So there is only one conclusion, this liquid can only be drank up, not a drop is left." Wright concluded.

"I'm afraid that's it." Dumbledore nodded quite cautiously.

He looked at the stone basin, raised the Elder Wand in his hand, and swirled it in the air.

Just like at the Christmas banquet three years ago, Wright saw the invisible air gathering together with Dumbledore's movements. After a moment, a crystal clear tall crystal wine glass appeared out of thin air. In the air, Dumbledore caught him again.

"There is no doubt that the potion in this crystal stone basin is the last step that prevents us from obtaining the Horcrux. It is definitely more worrying than the blood and dead bodies before." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "This potion will definitely prevent us from obtaining the Horcrux." I acquire a Horcrux, and it may paralyze me and make me lose the ability to move; it may confuse my brain and make me forget the true purpose of my coming here; it may make me feel extreme pain, so painful that I turn to you. Pleading for death; or in some other way making me incapacitated."

"Wright," Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, "can you promise me that you will ensure that I keep drinking this liquid, even if you force me to pour this liquid into my closed mouth? ?"

The two people's eyes met over the stone basin, one was really sad, the other was weird and inexplicable.

"Teacher, you mean that you want to drink these liquids into your stomach alone, right?" Wright said hesitantly, "Even if it is forced, I want you to drink it?"

"Yes, Wright," Dumbledore said softly.

"I admit, I did have that rude thought." Wright said, "But it is definitely not now, and it is definitely not for you to drink these poisons that keep exuding resentment."

Yes, these liquids are only poison.

And it is almost certain to cause irreversible and huge damage to people's body and mind.

Even though Dumbledore didn't mention it, Wright could vaguely see that the stone basin containing these liquids was the magical center of the entire cave. It was connected to the protective magic and shielding magic above, as well as to the black lake and underworld below. corpse.

And the corpses at the bottom of the lake play more than just a role as guards.

Although it is not clear how many Inferi there are at the bottom of the lake, nor why they were killed by Voldemort and made into Inferi and released here, what Wright can be sure of is that the majority of these Inferi are Partly, he was definitely not a bad person who committed serious crimes during his lifetime.

Their unprovoked deaths caused too much despair, sadness, anger, and pain to accumulate in their hearts... These invisible and colorless emotions had accumulated over decades under the control of Voldemort's superb magic. The change finally turned into the lavender liquid in this basin.

This is why these liquids cannot be scooped out, pumped out, disappeared or deformed.

Because if you want to destroy these liquids, you can only apply your own magic power to the entire cave. Only by completely destroying this cave and even this cliff will these liquids have the possibility of losing their effect.

Dumbledore just said that Voldemort is too low-level and does not understand that there are many things more terrible than physical harm. But only now did Wright realize that Voldemort did not understand that there were many injuries that were more terrible than physical injuries, but he only focused his energy on the research of injuries that could cause other people pain.

Dumbledore liked to discuss the magic of love, but Voldemort also secretly advanced other magics to unprecedented levels, those emotional magics that represented death, pain, hatred, and resentment.

For some reason, Wright suddenly remembered a topic he had discussed with Dumbledore in the principal's office, the emotional factors hidden behind magic.

At this moment, the mysterious connection between those obscure magics and emotions was finally revealed to Wright at this moment.

Shaking his head and putting aside those things that needed to be studied in depth later, Wright cheered up and said to Dumbledore: "Teacher, I'm afraid I cannot agree to your request."

"Are you afraid that I will be poisoned by these liquids?" Dumbledore said pretending to be relaxed, "I believe it will not have that effect. Voldemort will not be willing to poison himself so simply and come to this island. At least he needs some time to understand how we know this place."

"But--"

"Do you still remember the conditions on which I brought you here?" Dumbledore interrupted Wright. "When encountering those difficult situations, you must obey my orders. Moreover, I also reminded him early If we pass you, we will definitely be in danger, won’t we?”

"Yes, but-"

"Okay!" Dumbledore shook up his sleeves and raised the empty goblet, "This is my order!"

"Why can't Page be allowed to drink the potion?" Wright said almost immediately.

"Because I'm much older than you, and- wait, what? Paige??"

"Are only human wizards allowed to drink these potions?"

"..." Dumbledore suddenly became quiet.

"Why do you show such fearlessness and sacrifice at times?"

"..." Dumbledore tugged hard on his beard.

"Remember what I said in front of the entrance?" Wright said, "Don't take action on your own."

Before Wright could continue to complain, Dumbledore, like an angry little old man, threw the tall crystal glass into the liquid quite arrogantly. The cup sank all of a sudden, and the full lavender liquid was filled in instantly. Dumbledore took the cup out again.

He waved, grabbed Peppa who was tied and thrown aside and almost fell asleep, and raised the crystal cup to its mouth.

"Good luck, Paige."

Like a crazy old witch, Dumbledore poured the potion into Peppa Pig's mouth rather roughly.

"BAA Baa baa?"

Peppa Pig, which was struggling crazily, suddenly stopped moving, and its small eyes were full of question marks.

"What..."

The corners of Wright's mouth suddenly twitched because he saw Page seemed to be smacking his lips.

What's the point? Is there such a big difference between the human esophagus and the goat esophagus?

Dumbledore put down Page, and Wright removed the shadow energy that was bound to Page, but Page didn't resist at all. After it landed, it stuck directly to Dumbledore's feet, holding its head high, as if it was want to……

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