[HP] Missy and Mischief

"Where do we go next?" Cassandra asked, carefully putting the venom bottle containing the remains of the Horcrux back into the potion box.

"To our headquarters," said Fred briskly.

George stuffed her a small piece of paper, and she raised her glowing wand to illuminate the words on it, silently saying in her heart:

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

Nodding in understanding, Cassandra waved her wand and lit the parchment, and then the group of people apparated away from Little Hangleton under the cover of the moonlight.

That little note gave her the status of Secret Keeper, and from it the wizarding house between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place--very distinctly styled, with shiny black lacquer on the door, silver The quality door knocker is in the shape of a big coiled snake, very typical of the dark wizard style.

"The Black family's ancestral home?" Cassandra speculated, "It's a little cleaner than I thought."

Fred shrugged, "That's the first look you haven't seen, not much better than Gaunt's old house."

"Last summer we complained in letters that cleaning was for-" George shook his head, "but it turns out that ten people together are no better than an elf. In order to welcome Mrs. Malfoy and Master Malfoy condescended to move in , Kreacher turned the whole house upside down and cleaned it."

He made a funny face, and Tonks smirked when he saw it.Her hair had turned a stunning violet.

Lupine drew his wand and knocked on the door, and there was a sound of metal clanging and chains rattling inside the black lacquered door, as intricate as a Gringotts vault door.The door creaked open.

Cassandra looked at the layout of the "forever pure" Black house:

The gold sconces on the wall seem to be newly replaced, contrasting with the brand new dark green wallpaper.A row of portraits of the Blake family on the wall were blackened with age, and only slightly revealed the atmosphere of an old house, but the frames of the pictures were polished and polished.Both the chandelier and the chandelier are made in the shape of a big snake, which is very Slytherin.

With a slight "snap", an old house-elf appeared in front of them, and she guessed that maybe this was the "Kreacher" that George had just mentioned - he was small and thin, only half a person tall, bat-like There was a lot of white hair coming out of his big ears, but it was fluffy and soft, and he wore a tea towel with the Malfoy family crest on it.

He bowed low to them, muttering: "Welcome, welcome to the old house of my former mistress, scum Weasleys, werewolves, stupid Hufflepuffs - and a noble Slater Miss Lin!"

His long nose seemed to smell something pleasant, and he looked at Cassandra with surprise.

"Almost there," said Fred lazily, "Kreacher, help 'Miss Wolflin' pack up a spare room."

"You will be welcomed like never before, Cassandra," George said, smiling happily at her. "After Malfoy went to school, Kreacher had no one to serve. He spent every day with Sirius, and they The two will go crazy sooner or later."

"You can live in a spare room on the second floor, dear Miss Wolflin." Kreacher bowed again, and said hoarsely, "Kreacher will prepare all the daily necessities you need."

Fred poked Cassandra with a smile on his face, meaning "Look, what are we talking about".

She rolled her eyes angrily, and followed Kreacher upstairs.

In the room Kreacher prepared for her, Slytherin's silver and green were everywhere, covering the bed, walls and windows, and the Black family crest and the motto of eternal purity were carefully painted on the headboard of the bed.

But she noticed that the room next door was locked tightly.Nailed to the door was a handsome little sign, engraved in neat handwriting:

without my express permission

No Entry

Regulus Arcturus Black*

………………

Seven hundred miles away, two tall, thin, dark figures stood on a high rock outcropping, with the waves crashing under their feet and the stars twinkling above them.The surrounding area is desolate, except for the vast sea and reefs, there is no trace of plants, let alone lighthouses and ships.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked, his tone casual, as if they were not looking for Horcruxes, but a beach vacation.His long silver-white hair and beard were blown back by the cold sea wind.

"It sucks," replied the old man next to Dumbledore.

He was wearing a low-key purple-black robe and refined lace-up leather boots, and his silver hair was combed back carelessly.If Cassandra and the others were here, they would be surprised at how much Grindelwald's image has changed—almost a different person from when he was in Nurmengard.

After the imprisonment of the Blackstone Tower was lifted, the surging magic power returned to the control of this famous black wizard. His cheeks were still sunken due to thinness, but it was by no means the look of a living skeleton before.

"Yes, yes. You are different from Tom," said Dumbledore. "He would choose to place Horcruxes at every turning point in his life, as if cutting off part of the past, don't you think?"

Grindelwald sneered, and he looked down at the dark cliff behind him. There was a crack under the sea surface, and the dark sea water swirled inside.

"You know enough about him," said he, "that my wits are of no use in reading minds—go away!"

They chanted strange spells in low voices, and a protective film emitting a faint light enveloped their bodies.Without much hesitation, Dumbledore and Grindelwald jumped off the reef, as vigorous as the young man, and followed the surging waves into the crack.

After walking dozens of steps in the dark passage, they came to a spacious cave.There is a strong wave of magic power exuding here, which is why Grindelwald discovered the strangeness on the cliff just now.

The advantage of being with a wizard who has the same vast insight is that Dumbledore doesn't need to spend a lot of time explaining the mystery, he only needs a look, and he can understand it——

"There." Grindelwald pointed to a corner of the rough cave wall.

Dumbledore turned slightly sideways, allowing him to raise his wand (Dumbledore's old wand, with the ancient rune of D engraved on the bottom) and point it at the rock.Immediately, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light, but it disappeared in just an instant.

"A low-level trick." Grindelwald said coldly, with contempt in his tone, "That idiot has set up an alchemy defense, and needs an equivalent exchange to open the door."

"Oh... not surprising, I guess he needs magic blood." Dumbledore said softly, and took out a bottle of dark green, bubbling and viscous liquid from his robe. "Voldemort was afraid of letting powerful people pry into his secrets."

He uncorked the bottle and spilled the entire vial of dragon's blood on the rock face.The outline of the dazzling white arch appeared again on the cave wall, revealing a doorway with a deep darkness inside.

"Let's go." Dumbledore lifted the hem of his robe, and Grindelwald walked in behind him, lighting the tip of his wand to illuminate it.

A black lake similar to Hogwarts appeared in front of them, even wider and boundless than the black lake. The cave above the head could not see the top of the cave at a glance. Voldemort superimposed layers of extension magic here, as if opening up Another space.A hazy green light shone in the center of the lake, and there was no doubt that it was the purpose of their trip.

Grindelwald chanted a series of complex spells towards the lake, and the lake water near them seemed to be filtered and shone golden.Along with the continuously spreading ripples, they all saw clearly the layers of swollen corpses at the bottom of the lake. They were white and their skin was bluish white.

"The semi-finished products I have studied, he will only use them to guard a broken Horcrux." Grindelwald said sarcastically, flicking his wand, the lake surface became pitch black again, and the ripples disappeared at a bizarre speed, " If that hissing idiot chooses to let these Inferi strike at night, your Black Lake will be filled—"

"Then I'm glad he didn't choose to do that," said Dumbledore, who had been listening absentmindedly to Gellert's whining, sensing the distribution of magic in the air.

Soon, he was holding one hand, as if pulling a thread from the void, a thick chain with copper green protruded from the lake, and pulled out a ghost ship.The boat barely made a ripple as it floated to shore.

He took a closer look at the boat emitting green light, as if he was thinking about something interesting. After almost a minute, Dumbledore said firmly: "This boat has been cursed. Can ride a wizard."

Grindelwald said noncommittally, "Try first."

The result of trying it was that as soon as his boots stepped on the side of the boat, the whole boat sank halfway as if it was overwhelmed, and it floated precariously on the lake.The dark wizard had to pull his foot back in annoyance, there seemed to be a lot of German slang to use for "hissing idiot".

They had to pull each other's chains, let the boat go back and forth, and use their own magic power to manipulate it to break through the lake—this was much more difficult than it looked. On the second journey to the center of the lake, the lake water seemed to freeze instantly, and the journey changed. It was extremely difficult.

When Grindelwald also boarded the stone island in the center of the lake, Dumbledore had been observing the stone basin for a while, and the emerald green liquid in the basin exuded faint phosphorescence.

"Poison." Grindelwald said without emotion, "I can't tell the type. But if it's really that simple, I'll keep laughing at him."

"Yes, more worrying than blood and Inferi," said Dumbledore.

He raised the Elder Wand, drew a complex magic circle on the surface of the liquid, and muttered the rune spell in his mouth, but the liquid only became brighter, and did not rise or disappear as expected.

Grindelwald stood aside silently, staring warily at the White Wizard after all this was done, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"How can I get the Horcrux?" Dumbledore stared at the stone basin more intently, "It can't be touched, it can't be separated... neither the Vanishing Curse nor the Transfiguration will work."

He raised his wand again absent-mindedly, twirled it in the air, and conjured up a tall crystal goblet that sank into the stone basin. , "I can only come to the conclusion that this potion needs to be drunk."

"Ha, are you crazy too?" Grindelwald grabbed his hand tightly, "You know it's a poison he deliberately set, and you still want to pour it into your stomach—if the Horcrux is not at the bottom of the pelvis , but under the lake?"

"I know my former students, Voldemort will not be willing to poison anyone who comes to this island," Dumbledore said with a relaxed tone, looking at him, "There is no doubt that this potion will prevent me from obtaining souls. It makes me so miserable that I forget the purpose of coming here... If I lose my ability, I need you to make sure I drink it, and then continue to search for the Horcrux, can you do it?"

"No." Grindelwald said roughly, sharply.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, looking at Grindelwald's blue eyes that were greenish by the light from the stone basin, "Do you still remember the conditions under which I took you out of Nurmengard?"

"I'm not an idiot!" Grindelwald said impatiently, an angry look appeared on his thin cheeks, "How can you guarantee that I can obey your arrangement and bring you back to Hogwarts safely? How can you trust me?" I wouldn't leave you here, dragged into the lake by the Infernal Corpse and run away, and there is no white wizard in the world who can restrain me?"

"You swore," said Dumbledore softly.

"An oath without any magical constraints?" Grindelwald continued, snatching the crystal goblet from his hand. The potion spilled out and disappeared during the dispute, and returned to the stone basin. "Do you think I can calmly watch you whimpering and agonizing and gut-piercing in front of me? You win, Albus - you win!"

"I won't die from a potion, Gellert."

"Then let me drink this damn thing, and then you go find your damn student's Horcrux." Grindelwald gave him a provocative look, and then quickly drank a glass of green potion.

"..." Dumbledore blinked slowly, he almost saw the wild and stubborn blond young man in this dark and gloomy cave again.

He sighed, with a rare look of helplessness and exhaustion on his face, and grabbed Grindelwald's arm-his eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched, but there was no pause in the movement of drinking the potion.

"How are you feeling?" Dumbledore said slowly, and to be honest, he was a little more nervous than drinking the potion himself.It was difficult for him to describe the complicated feeling in his heart, as if everything had been out of his control since that letter, and fate began to run wildly in a bizarre direction.

Grindelwald didn't answer him.

He had drunk the sixth cup, and Dumbledore could feel the body under the wizard's robe trembling and twitching with the hand holding him, as if he was undergoing terrible torture.And this is something no one has ever seen.

Even during the few years he was imprisoned in the American Wizarding Prison, Grindelwald looked rebellious and wanted to blow up the entire Magic Congress.It was hard for Dumbledore to believe that this was someone he had been pestering all his life, and he was gasping for breath.

"No... stop screaming... I already know..."

Dumbledore watched his thin, sunken face, silently forcing him to drink a full glass of the potion.What is he saying?

"Stop torturing me, Albus... Muggles screaming in my sleep... I'm sorry for them, I've sent away too many corpses..." Grindelwald rambled.His voice echoed on the still lake and echoed in the empty cave.

"...I'm already regretting it...I'm completely broken."

Guilt hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

Dumbledore scooped up another potion, not wanting to think about why Gellert said those words at the moment, like his heart couldn't be torn apart again.

His hands were out of order, and his soul seemed to split apart into another Albus Dumbledore, a cold and emotionless being... He made Gellert drink the remaining half of the potion.

Grindelwald curled up on the ground, biting his lips with blood, dripping into the black slate.There was a heavy, beastly wounded gasp from the back of his throat, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.

As the potion dwindled, a gold locket emerged from the bottom of the basin.Dumbledore closed his eyes and shoved it into his pocket.Another locket... Did they sacrifice so much for a fake?

"It's all right—it's all right—" Dumbledore rummaged through his robes with trembling hands to find a large bottle of blood-red potion, uncorked the bottle and brought it to Gellert's mouth.

Most of the potion spilled out, and he drank the rest down the gap between his teeth.Dumbledore was half-kneeling beside him, feeling Grindelwald's breathing gradually stabilized, shaking his eyelashes a few times, and opening his eyes with difficulty.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore said softly, his half-moon glasses tilted once, apparently he didn't realize how eager he was just now, "I fed you some resurrection potions and added magic dust of stone."

"... dry salamanders and dead rats," Grindelwald said hoarsely.

Dumbledore's heart was half relieved, and he was even in the mood to ask: "What flavor do you want? I will tell Miss Wolflin."

"Oh, lemon sherbet."

During their conversation, the mirror-smooth lake was churning violently, and white heads and arms emerged from the black lake everywhere, men, women, and children with sunken eyes, Floating towards the rock: a large cloud of infernal corpses emerged from the dark lake.

The ghosts sensed that the Horcrux was triggered, and surrounded them, approaching them step by step without knowing it.

Grindelwald struggled to stand up and raised his wand, "Have you got the Horcrux?"

"Of course." Dumbledore held his still weak hand, and said firmly and loudly: "Protego Diabolica (fire shield protection)."

Different from the faint blue flame that lit up Paris half a century ago, a bright, golden-red ring of fire appeared in the darkness, following countless corpses, and igniting the entire Black Lake and the entire cave.Firelight danced in their eyes, carrying a warm temperature.

The whole space is collapsing - the lake, the island in the center of the lake, the corpse - under the action of the transformed Fiendfire, the power of Voldemort's spell was burned away, and they swam out of the cracks in the cliff, watching the flames on the bottom of the sea combustion.

"Occasionally I would like to use this spell." Dumbledore smiled slightly.

Grindelwald was very annoyed at the fake locket in his hand and the note inside, "...I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible...I'm willing to risk my life, but I hope you will find it when you meet Can be killed when it comes to the opponent... RAB. Where is the real Horcrux? Who is RAB?"

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The next chapter is another team tackling the Gold Cup.

*Lemon Sherbet is Dumbledore's favorite Muggle hard candy, and it is also the office password in the original book. He once sent one to Grindelwald in prison.

Careful friends may find that in Chapter 1 of the first part of "Harry Potter", Lemon Sherbet appeared. Albus asked Professor McGonagall if he wanted one, and McGonagall said that we should not interrupt when we are talking about business. , no.

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