......

Van Lin dried his and Hermione's clothes as he looked around at the surrounding landscape.

Kreacher appeared at Dumbledore's side, he was the only one who could apparition here, and if there was any irresistible danger, perhaps Kreacher would be the only safeguard.

However, Dumbledore obviously did not intend to rely on Kreacher, to be exact, Kreacher did not know how to get in, and with Voldemort, Kreacher just followed closely with his head down, and the second time, Kreacher took Regulus directly to the island in the center.

But with four men, it was too much for Kreacher's debilitating magic.

Van Lin watched as Dumbledore continued to circle the place. Clearly, he was concentrating on something that Van Lin didn't have.

This made Fan Lin feel a little strange, but he really couldn't find anything by relying on perception alone.

"It's just a foyer," Dumbledore said a minute or two later, "we'll have to look in...... Now we are faced with obstacles set by Voldemort himself, not just natural ones. ”

Dumbledore approached the cavern wall, flicking his wizened fingertips, muttering something strange that Van Lin didn't understand, maybe some search spell, but not any of Van Lin's knew.

It's like the magic of the centaur sacrifice, with a natural mystical aura, which makes it a little difficult for Van Lin to catch......

Dumbledore circled the stone wall twice, touching as many rocks as he could, occasionally standing still and stroking a particular spot with his fingers until he finally stopped.

His palms were pressed flat against the wall, "Here." He said, "We walked through here and continued walking, and the entrance was hidden." ”

Van Lin didn't ask Dumbledore how he knew, and he had never seen a wizard solve a problem just by looking and touching. Van Lin had long recognized that posturing usually meant shallowness rather than real learning, but Dumbledore was clearly not in that category.

Dumbledore stepped away from the wall and pointed his wand at the rock. A moment later, an arc appeared, bright and dazzling, as if there was a very powerful light source behind the gap.

Just as Van Lin was about to ask, the vibration from the stone wall suddenly stopped.

The bare rock is as solid as ever. Dumbledore continued to look around.

"Professor, what are you looking for?" Van Lin asked curiously, all staring at Dumbledore, looking like a bunch of ignorant children.

"Traces, traces left by a wizard that cannot be observed with the naked eye and perception alone, require some patience and concentration. Dumbledore explained.

"Oh, here, how rude!" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, clearly disdainful of Voldemort's arrangement.

As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled out a silver knife.

"It looks like we're going to have to pay something for Rita if we want to get in. ”

"The price?" Van Lin looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, "Is it blood, Professor?"

"Oh, yes, it looks like you've figured it out, oh, almost forgot, but your eyes can see. Dumbledore said, "It looks like we're going to have to give a portion of our ......"

"Oh, please let me come, Professor Dumbledore. Sirius suddenly said, "If blood is the case, I'm obviously the best fit, after all, it's for my brother, and you need to conserve your strength, Professor." ”

"It's fine. Dumbledore hesitated, then handed Sirius the silver knife.

Without hesitation, Sirius swiped directly into his palm, and then pressed his injured palm against the wall in front of him.

It's not friendly, it's very bad.

Van Lin saw Sirius's blood seeping into the stone wall, but the stone wall was not satisfied, like a vampire, the ruddy on Sirius's face quickly disappeared.

"All right, Sirius. With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore broke the link between Sirius and the stone wall, and with a flick of his wand in the palm of his hand, the bleeding wound healed quickly.

However, the large amount of blood loss still made Sirius feel a little dizzy, and Van Lin hurriedly stepped forward to hold Sirius back.

"Aha, that looks like it's working!" Dumbledore said, "but it looks like you're going to have to take some blood-tonifying potions when you go back, and maybe Madam Pomfrey is a good choice." ”

The silvery-white arc on the wall was visible again, and this time it didn't disappear again. The blood-spattered rock was completely gone, leaving a gap that led to a pitch black.

"Follow me," Dumbledore said, stepping into the arch first.

A few people hurriedly lit their wands and followed closely. Before their eyes was a strange sight: they were standing on the edge of a huge black lake, so big that even Mortal could not make out the distant shore of the lake. They were in a high, uncovered cavern. A misty green light shone in the distance, reflected on the completely still surface of the lake, making it look like it was in the middle of the lake.

The green light and wand light pierced the velvety darkness around them, and although the fluorescent flickering didn't go as far as Van Lin had expected, it was still acceptable. Somehow, the density of darkness is much greater than where you came elsewhere.

"Let's go," Dumbledore said quietly, "be careful not to step into the water and follow me." ”

He set out along the lake, and the Van Lin men followed him closely.

The sound of their footsteps on the edge of the narrow rocks surrounding the lake echoed constantly. They kept walking and walking, but the scene remained the same. On one side of their bodies is a rough rocky wall, and on the other side is an endless and smooth darkness. A mysterious green light shone in the darkness.

Van Lin found that this place and the silence here would make people feel very oppressive, physically and mentally exhausted, which felt terrible, similar to the influence of the spiritual level, and Hermione's face looked very ugly from the moment she came in.

Not long after they left, several people stopped at Dumbledore's signal.

"This is it, Mr. Dumbledore. Kreacher said timidly, "That's where the Dark Lord took Kreacher by boat." ”

It was a small platform, and Vanlin couldn't see how this little piece of the lakeshore was any different from any of the others. Dumbledore seems to have discovered something special about it, though.

This time, instead of continuing along the rock wall, Dumbledore waved his wand in the thin air, as if expecting to discover and grasp something invisible.

"Oh," Dumbledore said happily. After a few seconds, his hand grasped something in mid-air that Vanlin couldn't see.

Dumbledore moved closer to the water's edge, the tip of his shoe reaching the tight edge of the stone.

The others watched nervously. Dumbledore was still clenched in the air with one hand, and with the other he raised his wand and tapped the tip of his fist with the tip of his wand. A thick, copper-green chain immediately appeared in the air, clenched in Dumbledore's hand that stretched from the depths of the lake.

Dumbledore tapped lightly, and the chain slid like a snake in his hand, clinking itself around the ground, pulling something up from the depths of the black lake.

The echo was loud and welcoming.

Van Lin watched with bated breath as he watched a tiny boat, its ghostly bow bursting out of the water, glowing green like a chain. With the only ripple, it swayed and floated towards the shore of the lake where they were.