Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel narrowed his eyes and saw a cave entrance surrounded by the barren, abrupt rocks on the cliff.

The entrance of the cave hangs over the coast, and seawater cannot flow in during low tide.

Look at the height and angle...

Adult Muggle men who can't usually fly can't get up there.

Anriel and Dumbledore looked at each other.

A few seconds later, the sound and echo of dragon-hide boots stomping on the ground could be heard from inside the cave.

The cave is not very narrow, and more importantly, it is not very long.

Soon, Anriel and Dumbledore reached the end of the cave.

A stone platform was placed there abruptly.

Anriel and Dumbledore each bent down and examined the strange stone.

Anriel stroked the inscriptions.

The information in the memory overlaps with the knowledge learned in the magical world in this life.

Of course he knew what "sacrifice" this stone required.

This can be considered one of Anriel's advantages. If it were any other strange time traveler, at this time they would probably only be able to reverse the process after knowing the answer.

At least Anriel learned it, and he learned it well.

...Thanks Cheap Daddy.

Dumbledore was standing by, using his profound magical skills to analyze the meaning of the inscription.

The old man straightened up, patted his trousers with ease, and drew out his wand.

Anrilka caught the right moment and chuckled:

"Oh? It looks like this stone gate is... very fierce."

"Yes, I want to drink blood——

But unfortunately, I don’t intend to let it happen.”

Dumbledore said in a brisk tone.

Anriel also drew out his wand, stood side by side with Dumbledore, and pointed his wand directly at the stone that required blood to pass.

"Come on, kid, I'll count to three."

one two three!

Two beams of light containing terrifying magical power burst out from the tips of the staffs of the old man and the young man, and hit the stone platform straight on.

Anriel and Dumbledore have an amazing tacit understanding in blood, and they both thought of one thing -

That is, in a cave environment, it is best not to use explosive methods whose noise is proportional to their power.

Under the two terrifying and scorching lasers, the entrance stone platform carved with spells melted silently.

Puffs of dark, ferocious smoke spewed out from the magma, and then immediately became silent like a fighting cock with its neck strangled.

Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm or trying to shake a tree with an ant are both overestimating one's own abilities.

The things Voldemort left behind decades ago were completely useless in the hands of two unreasonable guys who didn't want to follow the rules.

In particular, each of these two "robbers" is definitely not weaker than the owner of this stone platform.

Anriel waved his magic wand casually, and the flowing magma avoided the two of them, automatically separated, flowed to the stone walls on both sides, and disappeared.

The stone wall in front of Anriel and Dumbledore also disappeared.

It revealed the hidden cave inside and the large lake filled with corpses.

Of course, judging by Dumbledore's expression, he seemed unaware of the things in the lake.

After all, this is his first time here.

However, we cannot rule out the possibility that his blue eyes, which seemed to see through everything, saw something.

Anriel narrowed his eyes and watched the rotten bodies "swimming" at the bottom of the lake, or rather, drifting meaninglessly.

His eyesight is also very good, but his eyes don't have the ability to see through things.

This also shows from the side that Moody's eyes are indeed special.

Next time something like this happens, call Alastor.

Dumbledore and Anriel thought at the same time.

While Anriel was lost in thought, he walked nonchalantly towards the dilapidated dock made of rotten wood.

Dumbledore stood there and watched.

"Be careful, kid, there's something in the lake... maybe an Inferi, maybe some kind of water monster.

All I know for sure is that they are not giant squid tentacles.”

Dumbledore seemed to be joking, or he might be serious, but Anriel's hook-stone funny point was just wanting to laugh.

The tattered wooden planks on the dock were creaking loudly, and the sound seemed abnormally loud.

Anriel saw the dark green iron chain covered with rust at a glance.

Oh, and the green ones could also be algae, moss, or barnacles.

At this moment, it was diving into the water like a snake, giving people the feeling that it was escaping into the water.

But, it's too long.

"Where are you running to!"

Anriel sneered and raised the hand holding the magic wand.

There was a "bang"!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

The chain let out a long, shrill howl that did not sound like a human voice, although it was certainly not a human.

Its writhing, snake-like body was frantically pulled from beneath the surface of the water, like someone eating a long noodle out in the open.

A "clacking" sound was heard, and Dumbledore turned around and rushed over. He and Andril watched as the dilapidated, dangerous, and eerie fishing boat drained the water from the bottom of the cabin and floated itself up.

"Well……"

Anriel narrowed his eyes, looked at the small island in the middle of the lake and the aggressive zombies around it, and then glanced at the extremely dilapidated wreckage at his feet.

"I say, sir, how about we get a boat ourselves?"

Dumbledore also glanced at the pale, rotting limbs looming above the lake.

He frowned, but then relaxed:

"That's a very good idea. We are already the 'invaders', and these Horcrux 'guards' will not give up..."

A few seconds later, the dilapidated wooden boat disappeared, the wooden dock lost a layer, and even the black stone wall lost a piece.

A strange vehicle emitting a metallic luster appeared by the lake.

Dumbledore looked here and there curiously, twirling the alchemical pattern on the left and poking the propeller on the right:

"Hmm? Muggle craft?"

Anriel shrugged:

"Is that right? It still mainly relies on magic for energy—

It's mainly because I don't have enough materials. I can't build what Muggles call an internal combustion engine yet.

Besides the planks, we don’t have much fuel left.”

The two men jumped onto the boat. A cloud of white smoke spewed out from the tail of the magic speedboat. The propeller at the bottom of the boat started working suddenly, crushing several pale arms that stretched out with ill intentions.

If Voldemort himself were here, he would probably shout in anger:

You two shameless bastards can't afford to play with me!

Hey, the guy who made seven Horcruxes has no right to say that.