Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The front end of the speedboat was made into a ram by Anriel using hard stones removed from the cliff wall. Coupled with the completely unreasonable propeller, it is basically impossible for any zombies to get close to the boat.

Even if there were a few fish that slipped through the net, they would stretch out their torn arms or broken arms to the people on the boat...

The two wizards on the ship are not vegetarians either.

The lake is huge, but the speedboat is also fast.

Dumbledore jumped off the speedboat with a look of satisfaction on his face, and immediately walked towards the stone platform in the center of the island.

On the stone platform was the stone basin filled with hallucinogenic potion.

He studied it for a moment, then drew out his wand and touched the liquid.

no response.

Anriel also came over, stretched his neck, and looked at the green liquid surface.

A small locket sank quietly to the bottom and could not be removed.

"Tsk tsk..."

Dumbledore's expression revealed a rare hesitation...

"Expelliarmus."

When Anriel recited this spell, there was still a smile on his face and his tone was extremely calm.

Dumbledore was caught off guard and the Elder Wand flew out of his hand. Andril's left hand, which was not holding the wand, grasped the invincible wand.

"Sir, what do you want to do..."

Anriel's hand holding the Elder Wand had bulges on its joints. He had imagined countless possibilities -

Perhaps he would receive this wand from Dumbledore in a harmless duel;

Maybe he had intercepted the wand halfway through Dumbledore's strange plan...

But he really didn't expect that he would get this invincible magic wand in such an occasion and in such a ridiculous way.

He...really doesn't want to.

Anriel smiled for no apparent reason.

In the end, he still couldn't make Dumbledore drink the substance that could be considered poison in front of him.

In the end, he was unable to do it, and Dumbledore fell once again into the irreparable cycle of regret from decades ago.

He still couldn't do it...

Watching my family hurt themselves.

As a bystander in his previous life, Anriel saw that Dumbledore arranged such an ending for himself.

He sighed and lamented.

He admired and he was sad.

But he never thought that Dumbledore shouldn't have ended in this way.

But now he has lived in this world for thirteen years.

How could this bewildered old man in front of me be just a fictional character in a literary work?

The memories of the two lives tore apart, merged, and attacked each other in Anriel's mind.

His head was aching, but he always had a smile on his face as he faced the old man with a white beard in front of him.

"Don't be stupid, sir."

......

Dumbledore's tone was full of insecurity. He certainly didn't think that Anriel attacked him just for the Elder Wand.

But precisely because of this - he knew Anriel's purpose and hesitation very well - Dumbledore's tone became even less confident:

"Child, you know, it can only be drunk..."

"Need not."

Anriel smiled, but this smile was also another form of expressionlessness.

"Varied……"

"Sir, I say, no."

Anriel lowered his wand, which was pointing at Dumbledore.

He raised the Elder Wand and pointed it at the stone basin.

After moving his gaze away from Dumbledore's eyes, Anriel's eyes were frighteningly cold, like the biting frost in the polar regions clinging to people's bodies, making them feel the chill that penetrated into their bones.

"laugh--"

A strange noise came from the stone basin.

Where Anriel's staff pointed...

It's frozen.

Just like his eyes at this moment, cold and icy.

The remaining potion boiled instantly!

Countless ghost-like phantom substances gushed out of the basin. It was hard to imagine that they had just been squeezed into the basin filled with liquid...

Perhaps, they are the liquid itself.

They surged and howled, trying to swallow up the frozen part.

But the solid mass was expanding steadily at a speed that was not slow, and was not affected or blocked by anything, even a little bit.

Anriel wasn't quite sure what type of potion this was.

In fact, it might not be a potion at all.

Because now, countless screaming miniature people appeared in the basin.

Dumbledore's expression also darkened.

Both of them are very familiar with this thing.

"Heh... soul fragments... most likely come from these corpses."

Anriel sneered. This also explained why a small mouthful of this thing contained endless negative emotions.

In this magical world of wizards, the wizard's magic power and all kinds of magic are idealistic, and they rely on the purest emotional power and spiritual power.

For example, anger, pride, ambition, and arrogance.

For example...love.

And soul fragments like this, filled with negative emotions——

Broken, muddy and chaotic...

Even if Anriel drank this cup, he would not be able to bear it easily.

This is almost equivalent to wasting one's own magic power.

Fortunately... this time, no one needs to drink it.

Anriel's face was as cold as ice, and his wand continued to spew out forbidden ice spells of the same level as Lihuo's.

Just as the Fiery Flame can burn the soul, this spell can freeze the soul...

For these fragmented and suffering souls, isn’t this a kind of relief?

As the last scream of the soul came to an abrupt end, Anriel's expression eased a little.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, who had no wand but was already overwhelming the Inferi, gave a wry smile.

He had been secretly observing Anriel.

After a crisp sound of ice breaking, the entire piece of ice in the shape of a stone basin floated up.

The stone basin broke into pieces.

Embedded at the bottom of the solid ice was the fake, golden locket.

"Got it, we should go, sir."

Anriel suspended the ice in the air and handed the elder wand in his hand to Dumbledore.

He did not meet Dumbledore's eyes.

The old man sighed softly, took the Elder Wand, shook his wrist, and the ice shattered into pieces. The locket fell lightly into the old man's palm.

Even if it is the real Horcrux locket, it can be worn normally before it is opened.

He looked at Anriel, but the latter showed no sign of moving.

Anriel stretched out a hand without a wand toward the group of zombies crawling towards the shore.

This is an attempt.

Since Anriel could cast spells with his bare hands, even if this attempt failed, it would not pose any danger to him.

Some things... need to be put on the agenda.