Phoenix can smell the sea and hear the sound of the waves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He looked at the moonlit sea and the starry night sky in the distance, a cold breeze blowing through his hair. He stood on a high black rock outcropping out of the sea, the waves rolling and foaming beneath his feet. He turned his head to look back. Behind him stood a cliff, and the steep rock wall fell straight down, and it was so black that it was impossible to see the face.

Watson climbed over from the other end of the rock.

"How did you find this place?"

"That orphanage is a government welfare, and there are relevant files. Watson's robe was still clean, his chin was blue, and his hair was no longer neat and tidy, "They want the government to pay for the outing, and the town not far away is one, and there are places that Voldemort may have visited during his childhood, some of the places that the orphanage would go to every year." There's a good chance it's—"

He held up the ring on his hand, and a faint glow appeared on it.

"--There's black magic around here, Yin Corps!"

"Well done, what's next?" said Phoenix, eagerly.

"We're going to swim over, in that cave. Watson pointed to a black hole at the bottom of the cliff.

Phoenix gave him a thumbs up and told him he was ready.

Phoenix slid gently from the rock into the water, which was so cold that Watson's wand glowed faintly not far away. They swam towards the dark crack in the rock face.

Phoenix's clothes were soaked with water, and they became swollen and heavy, dragging him straight down. He took a few deep breaths, smelling the pungent smell of salt and seaweed, and struggled to find the flickering light that was moving deeper into the cliff, getting smaller and smaller.

Soon, the crack turned into a dark tunnel, and Phoenix could tell that the tunnel would definitely be filled with sea water at high tide. The slime-stained rock walls on either side were only three feet apart, shimmering like tar in the flash of Watson's wand. A little further in, the tunnel turned to the left, and Phoenix saw it reaching the deepest part of the cliff. He continued to swim after Watson, his frozen numb fingers brushing over the rough, damp rocks.

Then he saw Watson in front of him rise from the water, his silver-white hair and black robes glistening with water. Phoenix swam there and found steps leading to a large cave. He struggled up the steps, water gurgling down his soaked clothes. He finally stepped out of the water, the air around him was silent and cold, and he shivered uncontrollably.

He pointed his wand at himself, and his clothes were immediately dry and warm, as if they had been hung in front of a blazing fire. Watson was already standing in the middle of the cavern, his wand held high in his hand.

"That's right, this is the place. Watson said.

"Well, I don't want to come out at Christmas just to swim. Phoenix whispered.

"There's a trace of magic here, but I can't find the entrance. Watson said briefly.

Phoenix unleashed his detection magic, and a faint dark silver door frame appeared in the left-hand direction.

Got it.

"It's just the antechamber, it's the entrance hall," Phoenix said after a moment, "we need to get inside—it's Voldemort's trap that is blocking us now." ”

Phoenix approached the cave wall, stroked it with the tips of his fingers, and whispered something in a strange language Watson didn't understand, pressing his palm flat against the wall.

"Here," he said, "let's go in from here." The entrance is hidden. ”

Watson walked over vigilantly and stroked with his hand where Phoenix had just touched. Nodding his head in agreement. Watson took a few steps back from the cave wall and pointed his wand at the rock. Suddenly, the outline of an arch appeared there, radiating a dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light shining behind the crack.

The outline was gone, and the rock was as hard and thick as before, and there was nothing on it.

Phoenix turned his head to look.

"Demon script, maybe an ancient magic script. Look at what is written," Phoenix pointed to the rock wall, "something needs to be sacrificed to get through." But -- what could it be?"

"The complete text must have been placed inside the cavern, and there could be hundreds of ways, liquids, sounds, or some kind of living thing. Almost impossible to crack, very practical magic text. ”

Phoenix stared intently at the cave wall, as if something extremely interesting was written on it. Although he tried his best to investigate everything about the Dark Lord, in general, he was still helpless about this kind of thing that was set up entirely to personal preference.

Then, after a full two minutes, Phoenix whispered, "Oh, it looks like that's all I can do." ”

"What are you talking about, young master?" he said when Eden appeared on Phoenix's shoulder with a golden light.

"Eden has gone in and probed the way. It can take me in directly, you stay here. With a non-negotiable tone in Phoenix's tone, Watson struggled twice and didn't say anything.

"Let's go," Phoenix stroked Eden's feather. The red light flashed, and his eyes changed into a very strange scene.

He stood on the shore of a large black lake, so wide and endless that Phoenix could not see the other shore in the distance. The cave they were in was so high that they couldn't see the roof of it when they looked up. In the distance, as if in the middle of the lake, a hazy, green light flickered, reflecting in the dead water below. Except for the green light and the bright light emitted by the two wands, there was a completely dense darkness that could not be dissolved, and the penetration of these bright lights was not as strong as Phoenix expected, and the darkness here seemed to be denser and thicker than ordinary darkness.

He walked around the shore of the lake, his feet on the narrow rocks of the lake, and his feet echoed with a crackling sound. He kept walking, but the scene around him did not change in the slightest: the rough cave walls on one side, and the boundless, mirror-smooth black lake on the other, with a mysterious green light shining in the center of the lake.

Phoenix stopped, probing magic covering the lake, and the feedback showed that the entire area was filled with necromancy.

"That's not right, Voldemort wouldn't be stupid enough to think that the Corpse would stop the intruders. Phoenix whispered, and Eden chirped impatiently for him to get moving. He couldn't figure out why there were so few defenses for the time being, even at the Resurrection Stone.

"Okay, take me there. Eden grabbed Phoenix by the collar, flapped his wings, and flew him toward the center of the lake. It's a terrifying experience, surrounded by boundless darkness, and if it weren't for the green light ahead, many people would probably collapse if they didn't reach their destination.

The green light seemed to finally get bigger and brighter, and a few minutes later, Eden sent him to the island. The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office: a flat, black slab of stone that was empty except for the green light source. Now that I look closer, the green light is much brighter. He saw green light coming from a stone basin resembling a meditation basin with a pedestal underneath it.

Phoenix, looking inside the stone basin. A basin full of emerald green liquid, glowing with phosphorescence.

Phoenix put on brown leather gloves and reached the surface of the liquid with the tips of his fingers. I want to touch those liquids. But he encountered an invisible resistance, and his hands could not approach the liquid. No matter how hard he pushed his hand down, it seemed to touch the hard, indestructible air.

"I knew it wasn't that simple. Phoenix said undiscouragedly. He raised his wand and made some complex movements on the surface of the liquid, muttering something silently. There was no movement, just the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter. However, it did not work, the fluid did not disappear, shift, or decrease. It is also impossible to transform it with magic, or to alter its properties in other ways.

"Can you just drink it?--damn it-" Phoenix was confronted with a puzzle he couldn't solve on his own. The liquid needs to be drunk, and there is no doubt that this potion will certainly prevent visitors from obtaining Horcruxes. It would probably paralyze people, poison them, and forget what they came here for, and if that happens, Phoenix himself will be suicidal if he drinks himself.

"Why don't you try, huh?" Phoenix said back to Eden, who pecked him the head.

"You can't die, what are you afraid of?" rubbed his scalp in excruciating pain. It dawned on him that if Eden's Apparition Shifter came here, then—

"I thought of it!" (To be continued.) )