The first day of summer vacation.

Owen was woken up early in the morning by a hurried knock on the door.

Then he heard Dobby's voice.

As he turned his head to fall asleep again, there was another sound on the stairs.

It was the sound of someone's footsteps.

Then there was the sound of his door being opened.

"Mr. Sanchez hasn't gotten up yet!" Dobby's shrill voice came to Owen's ears with joy.

"Look ~~~"

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"Whew~Whew~"

Owen on the bed gasped heavily.

His eyes trembled violently.

Then I finally couldn't hold it anymore and opened it.

Got up from the bed and roared, "Sick! Is it sick!! What to do early in the morning! ”

Angry howls spread throughout the room.

Then he saw a man standing in front of the door, except for Dobby.

The man had a gray beard, half-moon-shaped glasses, and a pair of blue eyes as deep as the sea, which made people can't help but sink into it, unable to extricate themselves.

"Roar! I didn't expect you to like that."

Hearing this, Owen hurriedly covered his bitter tea with a quilt embroidered with the failed Man.

Then he endured the embarrassment in his heart and said, "I usually don't wear bitter tea at home."

"Well, what are you looking for me, Professor?"

"I'll send you a letter in the morning, but," the old headmaster picked up the breakfast he had prepared for him on the table in his room, a glass of fresh milk, he took a sip, and then nodded with satisfaction, "It would be nice to add some more sugar." ”

"But you don't seem to have received it."

"It's early in the morning, how did I receive it." Owen stared at Dumbledore complainingly, not realizing that the sun was now hanging high in the sky, and the light shining into the house was almost like a line. This is when the angle of the sun is at its highest.

"Alright, get up!" He said.

"I'm ready to go on an adventure."

“？？？”

"Adventure? What an adventure, who would go on an adventure on the first day of summer vacation! ”

Owen, who was full of question marks, got up from the bed slowly, then took a shower, changed into a casual clothes, and then ate some leftovers.

In the midst of depression, he followed the phantom of the old Deng Tou and left his warm home.

When his vision became clear again, he realized that the position he was in now seemed to be by the sea.

The cold sea breeze blows his hair, the sky in the distance, and the winter sun with a faint, warm temperature, which makes people feel very comfortable shining on his body.

Much like the Straits of England near France.

Because the coastline there is full of cliffs hundreds of meters high.

"What is this?"

Owen looked around curiously.

only to find that someone had already arrived here early and was waiting for them.

"Hey! Irving! Harry walked cheerfully.

He happily shook Owen's hand, "I knew I wouldn't say goodbye yesterday." ”

Sirius was also standing on the edge of the cliff on the other side, and he was accompanied by Kreacher.

Gotcha - Owen immediately knew where he was now.

Where are they.

"Why are you even there?"

Aside from these people, the most unacceptable thing for Owen is why Hermione is there.

If Harry was because of Sirius, what about Hermione?

Why is she there?

"The future Minister of Magic! It's always good to see more. Professor Dumbledore said flatly, as if he had been persuaded by his own tireless advocacy that Hermione would become the Minister of Magic.

Of course, this is the old headmaster!

The reason that comes out of his mouth, the truth must first rule it out.

When Owen noticed Dumbledore's inexplicable eyes passing over him and Hermione, the truth was clearly visible.

What's the matter with you, the headmaster?

Is it okay to be so undisciplined every day?

Owen, who seriously despised this kind of behavior in his heart, said in a deep voice, "What are we going to do? ”

"Take the young master home, I will take the young master Regulus home." Kreacher replied hoarsely in a bullfrog-like voice, which made him seem rather neurotic, looking like a mad elf.

But both Owen and the people around him knew that it wasn't crazy, it just loved its little master.

"We'll bring Regulus back." Dumbledore looked at Kreacher, "There's no doubt that he's a hero and deserves the credit a hero deserves." ”

After that, standing on the edge of the cliff, the old headmaster waved his wand slightly, slowly, the stone under his feet suddenly trembled slightly, and then with the blessing of Transfiguration, rows of downward stairs suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff at 90 degrees.

The staircase is zigzag-shaped, stretching from the top of the hill to the bottom of the cliff.

"Let's go!" He said.

Looking at this scene, both Harry and Hermione were shocked.

With admiration for magic, several people stepped up the stone steps.

Each one seemed to be the same height, as regular as a knife and an axe, and—looking down at the sprawling stone steps, their hearts were all the more shocked.

This kind of transformation magic is definitely not something that ordinary people can use.

As they got closer to the surface of the sea, the temperature around them dropped rapidly, whether it was because of Voldemort's magic or if the natural conditions here were just that. The surrounding waters were rough, and even Owen could see several whirlpools, and the reef under the whirlpools.

There will definitely be no ships coming to this damn place. He muttered to himself.

"It's okay, we're here in the summer." Harry rubbed his arm, a mixture of nervousness and unease on his face.

When they came to the cave face, a pungent salty smell surrounded the tips of their noses. It smelled very strong, and it didn't feel like the smell of the sea at all.

Because the sea water is constantly moving, any smell will be diluted and washed away by the sea, and it must not be gathered here with such a strong salty smell as it is now.

However, neither Owen nor Dumbledore was surprised, after all, this was the place where Voldemort buried his Horcruxes.

Something is not normal, and that is normal.

During the time he descended from the stone steps, Kreacher began to ramble on and on about the love-hate relationship between Regulus and Voldemort.

The story of the brave Slater's betrayal of Voldemort and the taking of the Dark Lord's treasures shocked Harry and Hermione.

It's a shame, but the two of them, especially Harry, have always thought that Slytherin was designed to train dark wizards!

Walking slowly along a narrow crevice full of rocks underfoot, they talked and observed their surroundings, and soon came to a platform.

"Dead end?" Harry looked at the rocky road around him and said in confusion.

"Young master, no." Kreacher said anxiously.

Since the few people came down, its whole face was radiant, and the joy on its face did not stop for a moment. He also became more and more respectful to everyone.

"It's just a trick." Owen glanced at the stone wall, "Think about it, if this is really the cemetery that Voldemort chose for himself, how can it not be protected by magic?" ”

"That's—how do you open that?" Hermione asked curiously, she looked at Owen almost subconsciously, I don't know when it began, this instinctive inquiry has gone deep into the bone marrow, she always felt that Owen guy knew the answer to everything, he always knew, even if the question was so tricky that ordinary people thought it was ridiculous.

Even, again, she felt that Owen knew more than Dumbledore.

Seeing Hermione ask Owen a question, Dumbledore rarely didn't explain to them, but looked at the kid with a smile, and he was also looking forward to whether Owen really knew the answer to the stone wall in front of him.

"Isn't that written on the wall?"

Owen rolled his eyes at Hermione, "Thanks to you for reading so many books!" ”

"Write?" The little witch was stunned for a moment, and looked blankly at the stone wall in front of her, but unfortunately she noticed nothing but the gray stone.

"Magic! It's magic! My Miss Granger. Voldemort added magic! Owen stretched out his wand and tapped it as if he had entered the back wall of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

Invisible magic seeped into the walls in the order of his tapping, and gradually, the walls, which had been just stones, suddenly appeared with many words.

It was all ancient runes.

They intertwine with each other to form a huge organ.

"Do you understand?" Owen asked again.

"A small part." Hermione said.

"Not bad, at least the book is not in vain, Gryffindor plus five points, Miss Granger." Owen said jokingly.

"It's not at school." Hermione was a little displeased, did that guy treat her like a child?

"I know!" Owen chuckled, then looked back at the wall.

"That means, blood and magic, which means that in order to enter, you have to smear the blood that carries the magic power."

"Oh! My dear Tom, his little mechanism is always so simple, so idiotic. Owen said sarcastically, his hands in his pockets, rummaging through them, as if looking for something.

"What's the use of this blood-sprinkled mechanism, you say?"

"Can it weaken wizards?"

"If you can fart, a recovery can stop the bleeding."

"Then why does he do all this useless work?"

Owen said to himself, his movements quickened, "After all, he is still deeply involved in the so-called mystic symbolism, and whoever enters must leave blood, just like those legendary stories, high above, and those who enter must offer something."

"Hmph, he's really thinking of himself as a new myth."

"Oh! Got it! ”

With that, Owen was about to pull something out of his pocket.

Beside him, there was someone who was faster than him.

That's Sirius.

He separated his palms with his wand, then smeared the blood that flowed from it on the walls.

The action is done in one go, chic and heroic.

Sirius" Harry slowly turned his head, looking at all this in disbelief, his face instantly turned pale, and he rushed to Sirius's side in a panic.

On the other side of the "eh", holding a glass in his hand, Owen, who had just uncorked the bottle, was stunned in place.

"What are you doing here?" He asked suspiciously, facing Sirius.

“？”

"You say, blood that needs magic? Then use mine. Sirius looked up and said through gritted teeth. I deserve it. ”

Sirius said coldly, the guilt in his heart for his brother made him subconsciously do this kind of thing.

And Chang was about to open his mouth to comfort Harry, when he saw the glass bottle in Owen's hand.

"What's in your hand?"

The dark red liquid rolled back and forth in the clear glass.

It wouldn't be red wine

Suddenly, the godfather of the dog realizes that he may have done something stupid.

"A small jar of eight-eyed spider's blood, precious magical materials. I have a lot — well—a lot! ”

To be precise, he has as many mountains as the various materials of the eight-eyed giant spider.

Including but not limited to, venom, blood, bones, chela, etc., these things are all gifts from nature, but the way they are given is different, well, the price is also different.

As he spoke, he silently kicked the bottle back into his pocket, "It is said that the Black family has a big business, spends money like running water, and does not blink an eye, now it seems that this is completely slander!"

They weren't even willing to spend money on a bottle of eight-eyed spider blood, so they would choose to replace it with their own blood!

What a fucking slam! ”

“.”

Sirius, who heard the sound, turned pale for a while.

He glared at Owen and roared angrily: "Can you move quickly in the future and finish the words at one time!" ”

"I'm knocking! It's your own reckless stroke, what does it have to do with me. But I just had a bottle left! ”

"Do you know that this bottle is precious, three or four Galleons!"

"I'll give five hundred Galleons. Throw all the blood out of your pocket! Sirius roared again.

Hide his embarrassed face!

"Okay, I think that's enough." Dumbledore looked at the changing walls and said softly, "The effect is very noticeable. ”

"The blood of human wizards is better than that of magical creatures." He gave the steps.

But Owen didn't care, tilted his head, and exclaimed: "Ah! Yeah! ”

"You!"

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Blood spilled onto the walls in an instant.

Then the wall suddenly looked like a collapsed building block, slowly falling off piece by piece, and then a path appeared.

It was a cave with a dark darkness in front of it.

"The ultimate fluorescent glow."

A cloud of light flew out of Dumbledore's wand and flew into the sky. Turning into a small sun, the area is illuminated.

Then Owen also drew his wand, the tip of which lit up with fluorescens, and followed the old headmaster inside.

The others followed suit.

After walking a few steps along a mountain road, everyone suddenly saw a sudden brightness in front of them.

At this moment, they were standing on the shore of a huge black lake.

The lake is so wide that you can't even look at the opposite shore.

"This is it, Young Master Regulus is under this lake, oh! Poor young master, Kreacher is here to pick you up, Kreacher is here to take you home! Looking at the great black lake, Kreacher suddenly howled in pain, and he fell to his knees and sobbed. It's as if I want to cry out all the sadness of the past few decades.

"Regulus is under this lake?" Sirius followed, and he stood by the lake, staring at it with deep eyes.

"That's right! Why are you going to jump into the lake? Owen rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor man, "I suggest finding a stone and throwing it into the water before listening!"

Do things with your brain first, and then your body again! ”

"That's also much better than your mouth moving first!" Sirius glanced at him, then gasped.

"Hey, I'm so grumpy, what's wrong with my mouth. I have a long mouth, why am I different, besides, if I move my mouth, at most I will lose some saliva, and someone will lose their life. Unconvinced, Owen continued to babble sarcastically.

And Dumbledore on the side did have a flat face.

Because he knew that the child in front of him was actually telling him not to enter the lake impulsively in the tone that suited Sirius most suitably.

If it were normal, Sirius would have swooped down into the lake by this time.

The intense guilt for his brother may have left him too late to think.

Besides, he is a person who does not like to use his head.

As for Owen, he can always find the most suitable way to connect with him, and a few simple words can completely clear some of the other party's dangerous thoughts.

Harry tugged at Sirius' sleeve nervously, he was afraid that his godfather would fall into the glowing green lake.

Even if his head is not very good, he can guess that there is definitely nothing good down there.

"Let's move on." At this point, Dumbledore proposed, "Kreacher mentioned the island in the center of the lake, and the stone altar that was originally used to store Horcruxes, and if Regulus was killed there, then the island should be closest to his current location. ”

"Follow me, and remember, don't step into the water." He reminded the young wizards.

Seeing Dumbledore so cautious, Hermione couldn't help but get nervous.

She hurriedly followed behind Owen.

A pair of hands cramped not knowing where to put them, she grabbed the boy's arm a little, but she was a little worried

Ahead, Owen, who was being watched, noticed the intense gaze behind him.

He turned his head and saw Hermione's eyes.

"Stains—"

"Come on, come on, this arm is lent to you." He held out his left hand and gave it to Hermione very generously.

"One Galleon an hour, thanks for your patronage! You can accept monthly and annual subscription services, pay ninety-nine-eight at one time, and take home a warm sense of security. ”

"Choose Sanchez's wrist to give you the most reassuring protection."

"Hogwarts is a well-known brand, three years old, trustworthy"

"Uh-don't hold on so tightly." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a heavy burden on his left hand. "I'm not going to run!"

Her hands locked Owen's arms like giant pincers.

It seems that there is a fear that this hard-won sense of security will suddenly disappear.

"I'm just—I'm afraid I'll run."

The girl's voice was fainter than the sound of a rose falling into the water.

No one noticed her thoughts at this point.

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Ahead, Dumbledore walked around the shore of the lake, and the others followed him closely.

Their footsteps echoed as they stepped on the narrow rocks of the lake.

As we walked on, time passed, but the scene around us remained the same: 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.

No one spoke, and the place, and the silence, was oppressive and unsettling.

(End of chapter)