All things are three at Hogwarts

When the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Boy-Who-Lived appeared again, Harry breathed in the cold night air. The air was very humid and smelled of the sea.

Harry regained consciousness after a few seconds. He opened his eyes and found that the place where he and Dumbledore were standing was a tall black rock protruding from the sea. Under their feet, the water glowed with cold white light in the night, and the waves were turbulent, beating fiercely against the black reef. The waves rolled up by the astonishingly powerful and rolling waves wetted his hair and clothes.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the cliff. In the darkness, the steep cliff looked like a giant beast with its mouth wide open. Harry felt the cold water that smelled like the sea splash on his face. The coldness made his shoulders tremble. He also looked at the cliff, and goosebumps appeared on his body.

"You don't mind getting wet, right? You can't apparate inside."

"It's okay, Professor, I learned well in the Goblet of Fire." Harry said and added a Bubble Charm to himself.

"I didn't bring Fawkes with me, but let's take the risk and give it a try." Dumbledore suddenly became as agile as a young man. He slid gently from the pebble into the seawater and headed towards the dark path on the rock surface. The cracks swim away. He held the wand in his mouth, using a perfect breaststroke position.

Harry quickly jumped into the water and swam to follow.

The water is extremely cold. After Harry's clothes were soaked with water, they became bulging and heavy, dragging him down. He took a few deep breaths and could smell the pungent smell of salt and seaweed through the Bubble Curse. He struggled to find the flickering light that was moving deeper into the cliff and getting smaller and smaller. of light.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark passage. Harry could tell that the passage would be filled with sea water when the tide came in. The muddy rock walls were only three feet apart on either side, glistening like wet tar in the flash of light from Dumbledore's wand. A little further in, the secret passage turned to the left, and Harry saw that it stretched all the way to the deepest part of the cliff. He continued to swim forward with Dumbledore, his fingers numbed by the cold grazing on the rough, wet rocks.

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.

"Lumos." Dumbledore raised his wand, and dots of golden light illuminated the space around them. In the cold and darkness, they trudged into the deepest part of the cliff and followed the steps to a large cave. The surrounding air was silent and cold.

"It's true, someone tried magic here." Dumbledore raised his wand and rubbed his fingers on the rough, wet rocks.

Harry didn't know if he was shivering like this because the cold had invaded his bones, or because he was aware of the curse. He watched as Dumbledore continued to spin slowly in place, apparently intently studying something that Harry could not see.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I forgot." Dumbledore pointed his wand at Harry, red and yellow flames spurted out from the tip of his wand, and Harry's clothes immediately became dry and warm, just like hanging on a It looked like it had been heated in front of a roaring fire, "a popular heating charm in Durmstrang."

Before Harry could say his grateful words, he noticed that the wand in Dumbledore's hand gradually shortened and turned into a silver dagger. He calmly swung the knife and cut his palm.

"Professor!" Harry exclaimed.

"If you want to find the entrance, you must pay a price, a price that can weaken the strength of the visitor."

Harry opened his lips. It was too late now, but he couldn't help but said, "You should have let me do it, Professor."

"No Harry, your blood is much more precious than mine." Dumbledore wiped his cut palm on the surface of the rock, and shiny dark red blood beads covered the surface of the rock.

The stones on the blood-stained rock shook off, and the scattered stones piled up on the ground in disorder, revealing a doorway.

"Voldemort will not easily let people discover the place where he hides his soul." Dumbledore pulled his robe and walked over the scattered stones. Both his and Harry's wands were emitting fluorescent light. "He will definitely Take precautions and be careful.”

Dumbledore stopped Harry. In front of them was the extremely wide black lake. Dumbledore raised his arm and swung his wand upwards. A bright light flew out from the tip of the wand, flew farther and farther, and landed in the center of the lake. on the platform.

"The question is how do we get there? Can't we...can't we try the Flying Charm?" Harry's eyes wandered around, knowing that this must be a stupid suggestion.

Dumbledore didn't answer. He took a step down and moved the toe of the shoe with the copper buckle to the outermost edge of the rocky edge of the lake. He held the wand in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand forward with five fingers spread out, as if he was pulling something out of thin air. Although there was no wind in the cave, his sleeves were shaking.

Harry also took two steps forward, and the lake water gurgled with bubbles, like boiling water. A thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and rushed towards Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore grabbed it.

"Please help Harry." Dumbledore handed the chain to Harry. Harry quickly put the wand in his trouser pocket, held the copper chain with both hands and pulled back.

As he pulled, the iron chain made a loud echo as it hit the rock wall. The copper chain pulled a white boat up from the bottom of the dark lake. The boat with the snake-shaped embossed bow was like a slightly tilted leaf, floating towards the lake shore, slowly approaching them with almost no ripples.

"Professor, how did you do that?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Magic always leaves its mark," said Dumbledore, as the boat hit the shore with a soft thud. "Sometimes the mark is very obvious. I have taught Tom Riddle and know his style. "

Dumbledore frowned and his eyes stayed on the chain. "Harry, be careful. Stay alert. There are handprints on the moss of the chain. It seems that someone has pulled it recently."

Hearing this, Harry clenched his wand warily, but in the end nothing happened. Harry lowered his head and looked at the boat. It is indeed a very small boat: "It doesn't seem to be for two people. Can it bear the weight of both of us? Will the two of us together be too heavy?"

"Tom doesn't think about physical weight, he only thinks about how much magical power is moving across his lake. I rather think the boat may be enchanted so that it can only carry one wizard at a time."

"That……"

"I don't think you will be counted, Harry. You are not old enough and not qualified yet. Tom would never have thought that a sixteen-year-old boy could come to this place. I think, compared to my strength, , I’m afraid your strength can be ignored.”

Harry was dejected by these words, and Dumbledore probably realized this, and he added: "Tom is wrong, Harry, Tom is wrong... Old people underestimate young people, they are stupid and forgetful... Okay, this time you go first and be careful not to touch the water."

The two people boarded the boat and were forced to squeeze together tightly because of the small space, but they floated calmly to the platform in the middle of the lake. Dumbledore stepped ashore first, followed closely by Harry.

Harry stared as Dumbledore reached for the stone basin, trying to touch the liquid. But he encountered an invisible resistance. His hand could not get close to the liquid. No matter how hard he stretched his hand down, what his fingers seemed to touch was extremely hard and indestructible air.

"Do you think the Horcruxes are in there, Professor?" Harry watched as Dumbledore's wand slowly passed over the liquid in the crystal basin. The potion in the basin bubbled boilingly, and followed the movement of his wand. Leave and return to peace.

Dumbledore frowned and sniffed with his nose. He seemed to smell something strange, but then he stared intently at the changes in the potion in the stone basin. Then he raised his head and said, "I can't put my hand in, and I can't make it." Split it, scoop it dry or drain it, nor use a Vanishing Charm to make it disappear, magically deform it, or otherwise change its properties. I must drink it all, all of it."

"What?" said Harry, "No! But what if... what if it poisons you to death!"

"Oh, I believe it won't have that effect... Voldemort will not be willing to poison anyone who comes to this island." After Dumbledore finished speaking easily, his expression became serious, and he looked into Harry's eyes, " Do you remember what you promised me before you came? This potion may paralyze me, may make me forget the purpose of coming, may make me unable to drink it in pain, or anything else may happen, but you must not obey me. Harry, your responsibility is to ensure that I drink all the potion, even if you open my mouth and force it down, do you understand?"

"Why can't I come and drink, Professor?" Harry couldn't believe it. Could it be that Dumbledore was so absurdly thinking the best of people again? He thought he couldn't let Dumbledore take this risk.

"Because I'm older and better at coping, and I'm not as important as you." Dumbledore's hand grasped the shell-shaped spoon on the crystal basin and scooped out a spoonful of potion. "You have to take care of yourself now." Stay alive, Harry."