Fox eventually came back to pick up William.

Its careful thinking, William saw through at a glance.

Christmas is approaching, and I'm afraid not to give it a Christmas present.

William would send it a lot of snacks every year, and there were flavors from all over the world.

It's such a guy who doesn't have a little conscience, and this year William sent it fart snacks, at most some fried tail snail poop.

I said that the fried tail snails were good, and maybe Fox would be good for this bite.

Arriving at the island, William looked around.

This sleek rocky island, the size of the principal's office, is empty all around, with a stone basin in the middle.

The stone basin was filled with an emerald green liquid that shimmered with phosphorescence.

The three of them walked over and stood in front of the stone basin, looking at the green liquid.

"It looks like every once in a while, it will automatically refill." William observed for a moment.

According to Harry's dream, Tom had drunk the potion. But at this moment, the liquid filled the stone basin again.

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, the tips of his fingers reaching for the liquid.

"If I can't touch it, I can't reach my hand any further." He smiled interestedly, "You two should try it too." ”

William reached out and could clearly feel an invisible resistance. No matter how hard his hand pressed down, it seemed that his fingers touched the hard, indestructible air.

Voldemort's 'black technology'...... That's a lot. It is estimated that the hiding place of this Horcrux is also his proud work.

What kind of black and cute king is Tom going to be, can't he study magic well and do the promising profession of a magician?

So it's still the same sentence: the Dark Lord's idea is good, but the next second it's William's.

Dumbledore raised his wand and made some complex movements on the surface of the liquid, muttering a spell silently.

But there was no movement, just the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter.

"The hand cannot touch, it cannot be separated, it cannot be made disappear by the vanishing charm, it cannot be deformed by magic, or its nature changed by other means." Dumbledore muttered to himself.

"What if you scoop the liquid out and pour it out?" Hermione thought for a moment.

William's wand was raised, spun in the air, and conjured a tall crystal wine glass to grasp in his hand.

He put the crystal cup into the liquid, and the cup sank in an instant, dipped in a large amount of potions.

Hands can't touch it, but objects can be immersed.

The goblet was quickly filled with potions, and the liquid in the stone basin was slightly reduced.

William took out the cup and poured the liquid into the ground.

Hermione kept staring at the stone basin and shook her head, "The liquid in the stone basin has returned. ”

It seems that pouring the water out will not work either, it will automatically restore the water level.

William thought for a moment and was ready to find a larger container and scoop out all the liquid at once.

He conjured a large porcelain jar and placed it in the stone basin again.

But only part of the liquid entered the porcelain jar, and it could no longer be filled.

"It seems that only a fixed volume of solution can be taken out at a time." Hermione analyzed:

"If you don't drink these potions, you won't be able to continue taking liquids. Pour it somewhere else, and the water level in the stone basin will be restored. ”

Holding her chin, she speculated:

"I want to ...... If you take the potion from the cup and don't drink it for a long time, the water level in the stone basin will automatically recover. ”

"That's how it should be." William squinted and said, "If you want to get the Horcrux, you have to drink it." ”

Several of them were mentally prepared that if there was another way, Little Tom would not choose to drink the potion.

Voldemort had apparently taken all the loopholes into account.

William and Hermione didn't find the hole, and Dumbledore stared at the stone basin, his face reflected in the smooth green liquid.

The principal said slowly:

"There is no doubt that this potion will probably paralyze the person who takes it, feel excruciating pain, unable to concentrate and forget the purpose of coming here.

Or, in any other way, incapacitated. ”

"Incapacitated wizards will be killed by the Yin corpses in the lake." William exclaimed, "This protective institution...... It's still very cleverly designed. ”

Hermione nodded.

"Well, someone needs to take it, the kind that won't die yet." William said, glancing at Fawkes.

It exploded instantly, and after a flash of fire, it vanished without a trace.

“……”

What a coward, and tooth and tooth all the way.

William just said that he definitely wouldn't have Fox drink potions.

Fawkes could be reborn, but it was Dumbledore's pet.

And there was no way the three of them were going to drink this potion.

Besides, William carried a lot of small animals with him.

He thought about it, and among the many magical beasts, he chose Hagrid's daughter, the fried tail snail.

The fried tail snail is good, the body is strong, the physique is tough, and the most important thing is ...... Don't know what to do.

So, that's it, absolutely.

William pulled out the snail, and it lay groggily on the ground. He looked like he was out of energy and squeezed dry.

It had too much blood drawn and took sleeping pills, and it was indeed a bit of a lack of energy.

"Come, drink something, be good, drink it and feel comfortable." William shoved the cup into the mouth of the fried snail.

He's like a weird guy in a bar who persuades girls to drink, just waiting to pick up the corpse after getting drunk.

If he refuses, he has a way - an enema!

The fried tail snail finally drank it, and let out a weak cry, but it was a pity.

Its usual cry is very unpleasant, so it is impossible to tell whether it is drunk or uncomfortable.

William thought it was the former, and went one cup after another, without the slightest pause.

The fried tail snail shook its tail and wanted to pierce William's arm, but its whole body was numb, and its hard tail was weakly softened.

It lay on the ground, looked at William's eyes, and began to be afraid.

Demon!

It's the devil!

Hagrid, come and save me!

The fried tail snail gradually changed from fierce to cute.

After a dozen cups of potion were poured into his stomach, the stone basin finally bottomed out.

Dumbledore scooped a locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it into his robes.

"We can go back." He said.

William put away the whelch and poured the last bit of potion into his goblet, ready to go back and study the ingredients.

If it weren't for the conditions, he would have wanted to pack up the stone basin and the bronze boat and take it away.

These things may have once been Voldemort's...... But it will all become William's eventually.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and Fawkes snapped. It grabbed the three of them, and the fire flashed.

William landed quickly on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw that he had returned to the warm headmaster's office.

Dumbledore placed the locket on the table, and the old headmasters didn't pretend to be asleep, they all opened their eyes and muttered to each other.

Phineas Black even put on his monocle and was trying to look curiously.

William looked at the locket, his brow furrowed slightly. His instincts told him that something wasn't quite right.

He has already touched two Horcruxes, and he can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles.

But this locket does not feel the same as Ravenclaw's tiara, and there is no gloomy feeling on it.

Dumbledore sat down in his chair and turned the locket over.

The locket looks ordinary, without any logos. When he opened it gently, there was nothing else in it that was tightly stuffed with a folded piece of parchment.

The headmaster took out the piece of parchment, opened it and read:

To the Dark Lord:

I was dead before you read this. But I want you to know that I found your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible. I'm willing to die because I hope you'll be killed when you meet an opponent.

． B．

"The Dark Lord...... A Death Eater steals Voldemort's Horcruxes. William said slowly, staring at the parchment.

Only the Death Eaters would call Voldemort the Dark Lord.

"Seems so." Dumbledore stretched out his slender finger and gently touched the last signature.

“． B......" Hermione repeated, thinking about the famous wizards.

She knocked on her head, and Erudite remembered strongly:

Rosalyn Antigan Bangers...... Rupert Axbanch Brooke Stanton...... For a moment, I could only think of these two famous wizards. ”

"They're not on the right track, they're not Death Eaters...... William shook his head.

"yes, yes." Hermione said distressedly.

Phineas in the portrait, suddenly said:

"In pure-blood families, only the Black family is generally known for its initials...... I write and sign all the P. N . B。 ”

Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and he nodded, "Then it's clear." As far as I know, of the Black family, only one wizard became a Death Eater......"

"Sirius's younger brother - Regulus Arcturus Black!"

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