Harry walked to the edge of the lake, half-crouched, sniffing, "Something used to be stored here." ”

"Yin corpse?"

This is a kind of dark magic creature that is only introduced in textbooks in any professor's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and cannot be physically present, even in the vast land of the Forbidden Forest, does not exist.

Only pure black magic, using the corpse of a dead person as a material, can be crafted—creatures that can hardly be born naturally under natural circumstances, no matter what.

Dumbledore approached and nodded.

"Yes, there used to be a lot of Yin corpses here."

Harry put on his dragonskin gloves and tentatively touched the lake, "You destroyed them all?" ”

"Nope." Dumbledore shook his head, "When I came, there wasn't even a single corpse here. ”

Harry looked back for a moment, "I think you should know what that means." ”

"Of course I do." Dumbledore smiled, "So I went to make sure, Tom didn't know if he was too confident or naïve, he just took the Yin corpse, checked if his Horcrux was still there, but didn't take the Horcrux with him. ”

Harry continued to touch the lake, "Maybe he felt it was safer to keep the Horcrux here than to keep it next to him. ”

"After all, he has to face two people who are stronger than him." Dumbledore gestured with the numbers.

The glove touched the lake water, and there was a burning sound, and the dragon's skin was visibly corroded.

Harry pulled his hand back, "That's a big deal. ”

"An entire lake has been enchanted."

Dumbledore chimed in: "Voldemort wasn't much weaker than me when he was at his strongest, and he could almost do whatever he wanted. ”

"So Harry, how are we going to cross the lake now?"

Harry looked, staring at him.

The two eyes intertwined, and both were silent.

Harry said helplessly, "So this matter is also going to be handed over to me?" ”

"Haven't you been here once?"

"Harry, I'd like to see what you're learning." Dumbledore held up his hand, "Besides, my old man has only been injured. ”

Harry looked into the distance.

The witcher's senses are spread.

The darkness in this space is not just a "shadow without a light source", it is a magical power, an obsession of Voldemort's "hidden and unknown", and a kind of obstruction that manifests.

The light of the flashlight is blocked.

The same goes for the witcher senses.

But as Dumbledore had said, all magic must leave a trace, and Harry reached out and grabbed it with a flickering breathing lamp.

"This way." Harry beckoned.

They walked around the edge of the Black Lake, the magic of the darkness lingering on each cave wall, looping through every thirty meters, as if they had been standing still.

Harry kept walking.

After more than ten minutes of silence, he stopped: "It's here." ”

Dumbledore didn't speak.

Harry took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it forward—there was a clattering sound, and then he tugged back hard, and the invisible thing he was holding in his hand suddenly appeared, a chain covered in patina, green and like a poisonous snake.

Take out the wand and tap it on the chain.

With a screak, it slid backwards, dragging something out of the bottom of the lake.

When the chain had coiled six times on the ground, the dragged thing appeared in front of the two of them, a small boat, pitifully small, and its original appearance could be seen, a small pale blue wooden boat for children.

"He cares a lot about his childhood." Harry looked at the ship.

Dumbledore pushed his eyes: "Every adult spends every day in remorse, in the past, it was much thicker than honey, and I couldn't get out if I wanted to." ”

"Even Voldemort, he's the same."

"Just."

He paused when he said this, and shook his head helplessly: "I didn't find out in time, and then guide him well." ”

"I don't think it's your problem." Harry stepped onto the tattered wooden ship, its hull swaying slightly.

Dumbledore stepped up as well: "I'm the Headmaster. ”

"You were just the vice-principal back then, and if it were me, would it be the same?" Harry asked him rhetorically.

The boat began to move, heading towards the opposite shore.

Harry stared at the surface of the lake, which didn't make any ripples, "You have to admit that there are always some people in this world who are not born with a bad nature. ”

"He's rooted, and he's not pruned, and it's destined that he's like this."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Speaking of which.

He paused, "Professor Dumbledore, you take yourself too seriously, you always feel like you can affect the whole world with a single sneeze. ”

Dumbledore chuckled, "This is the third time I've been lectured by you?" ”

"Harry, of course I know that."

"But who doesn't have a vision for a better future? Especially after discovering that you have a good chance. ”

The Black Lagoon looks big and can be navigated quickly.

In the chatter between the two of them, they quickly hit their destination.

The two cautiously stepped out of the boat.

This is an island in the middle of a lake, very artificial—Voldemort cut a black marble slab from somewhere, and threw it straight here, and there was nothing on it, except for a stone seat in the center that emitted a faint green glow.

They approached.

On the pedestal is a head-sized stone basin filled with a green liquid from which the phosphorescent light is emitted.

"Three." Harry stared at the ground in front of and behind the stone seat.

Dumbledore was stunned: "What three?" ”

"I said, there are three traces." Harry whispered, "Thankfully, this place is protected by magic, and there are no signs of natural erosion, even the traces on it are protected. ”

"One is very old."

"It's been more than 10 years ago, and I can't see what kind of person it is."

"The two are very new."

"One is three months ago, it seems that Voldemort has just been resurrected, so he came here to see it?"

"One was more than a month ago, and this is yours?"

Dumbledore stared at the ground, trying to widen his eyes, but he didn't have Harry's ability to observe as much detail, and he couldn't see anything but the dusty ground.

"It seems that Voldemort is weaker than I thought." Harry sneered, "When he was at his peak, he didn't worry about Horcruxes, did he come back and check them?" ”

Dumbledore shook his head, "This is a Horcrux. ”

Harry looked up and his gaze fell on the stone basin, "Horcruxes are hidden in here?" ”

He waved his wand lightly.

In the stone basin, the liquid medicine rattled, struggling to fly out, but the stone basin restrained it and forbade it to take off.

"The same contract as the door." Harry withdrew his wand, "How did you fix it?" ”

"Drink it?"

Dumbledore nodded, conjuring a goblet, "You're sharp, yes, just drink it." But the potion was so painful, Voldemort loved the torturous feeling, and Godric was just a portrait, and he couldn't force me to drink the rest of the potion. ”

"Harry, wait."

Harry waved his hand, "You wait. ”

He reached out and reached for the stone basin - a layer of magic held him back, an invisible wall holding him back.

Harry took out his wand again, and after solving the spell little by little, he continued to reach out and gently tap on the pale green potion, retracted it, and sniffed at the tip of his nose: "It's not too toxic, it has a strong hallucinogenic effect." ”

He licked it off in one gulp.

The potion effect works.

Harry was expressionless: "Looks like he found inspiration from the Resurrection Stone?" Painful memories. ”

"I'll do it anyway."

He reached for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore hesitated, "Harry, can you really?" ”

Harry nodded, took two steps forward, and snatched the goblet over.

Scoop up a glass and drink.

"If Professor Snape had been, he would have been able to tell what was being used in it in the first place." Harry sighed and scooped up another glass.

The second cup, the third cup

Dumbledore stared nervously at Harry, and he couldn't hold on until he reached the fourth cup.

Harry propped up the stone basin and smacked his lips, "Ulis stalactite blocks, half-eared grass sprouts."

"Improved from the formulation of the elixir?"

"What a genius idea."

Fifth cup, sixth cup

Dumbledore looked at Harry and laughed.

"And moonstone powder." Harry was still analyzing the potion formula, "Just want people to feel their greatest pain in the most peaceful state? ”

10th cup, 11th cup.

The stone basin bottoms out, revealing what it contains—an amber octagonal locket with an "S" shaped snake inlaid with emeralds in the center.

"Harry, how do you feel?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

Harry tossed the goblet away, took a bottle of whiskey out of his sorting hat, uncorked it, and gulped it in, "It's a little hard to drink, Tom's idea is terrible." ”

He paused, and looked at Dumbledore, "Don't worry, I'm fine now." ”

"This potion is nowhere near as toxic as the ones I drank myself, but it tasted terrible."

In the amber vertical pupils, the expression was clear.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, took out the pendant box from the stone basin, and looked back at the Black Lake: "The Yin corpse there should be Voldemort's backhand, but he."

Harry frowned, staring at the locket, "Professor Dumbledore, we seem to have been tricked. ”

He couldn't feel any dark magic, no soul breath from the locket, not even the Horcrux on his forehead.

And in the pendant box, it seems to contain a letter.

Dumbledore was stunned, lowered his head, and looked at the locket box as well.

He was also aware.

"Voldemort dropped the Horcrux?" Dumbledore frowned.

Harry took the locket and opened it, "Then let's see what kind of taunting letter Voldemort left us." ”

Stuffed with a crumpled note inside.

"To the Dark Lord:

I know I'm dead when you read this, but I want you to know: I've discovered your secret, and I've taken the real Horcrux and destroyed it as soon as possible.

I'm willing to risk my life for you, a mortal of flesh and blood when you meet your opponent.

.B.”

Dumbledore and Harry were stunned by the above, unlike any of the ideas they had conceived before.

(End of chapter)