People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 142 The Magical Magnetic Field Turns the Second Heaven

"Okay! We can go!" Sirius ran back.

Holding a photo of Regulus Black in his hand, his face was filled with an extremely satisfied smile.

No one except Basil knew what Sirius had done.

Bajir did not point it out or tease it in a malicious way.

At this moment, earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body.

After equipping the [Dark Lord·Broken Soul], his magic magnetic field became more active.

It's like changing from solid ice to water.

As long as he listened carefully, he could know the thoughts of Sirius, Lupin, Kreacher and Dobby.

Even without the Sword of Good and Evil and the Core of Good and Evil, he could still sense the emotions of Dumbledore and Flamel.

That metaphysics, something called self, began to emerge in the chaotic ocean of thought and was being mastered by Bagir.

He decides the state of the "I" just as he can decide how to move his hands and feet.

He can decide when to give birth, indulge, or terminate all emotions such as sadness, joy, anger, etc.

Even if he removes the Echo: "Doctor of Curse", the 89.17 [Murderous Intent] on his talent "Murderous Intent" will not turn him into a madman who only knows how to laugh.

He is now his own true master.

Voldemort persisted in reaching the state of a great wizard, dismantling himself, splitting his soul, and approaching death many times before he reached that state. He achieved it through this echo.

Without manipulation, the magic magnetic field rotates automatically in a more complicated form.

On the data panel, [Magic Power: 11+12] suddenly changed to [Attack Power: 11+12].

Then, the following value also changed from 11+12 to 22+12.

The wizard's everlasting magic power was transformed into a conceptual existence, something that could not be described by size, mass, shape, etc., and became even larger.

"Does this count as the second level of magic magnetic field rotation?" he couldn't help but think.

He now really hoped that a few Yin corpses would emerge from the mirror-like lake in front of him so that he could test the waters.

Unfortunately, the reality is that now they are gathered in front of the stone basin that is glowing green, staring at the emerald green liquid that is emitting phosphorescent light and discussing.

The two elves were trembling and didn't dare to speak.

Sirius frowned. "Regulus drank it all and replaced the locket inside, but why is it—"

Lupin guessed, "Perhaps this is the potion of eternity. This stone basin or the entire island is the mother of its brewing, which can keep it inexhaustible and constantly replenished."

"Yes, it is." Dumbledore smiled faintly, "How interesting, I can't touch it."

His hand was reaching out to the stone basin, trying to touch the liquid.

But he encountered an invisible resistance and his hands could not get close to the liquid.

No matter how hard he stretched his hand down, what his fingers seemed to touch was extremely hard and indestructible air.

"I'll try," Flamel said.

He raised his wand and made some complicated movements on the surface of the liquid, muttering something silently.

But there was no movement, except that the light from the liquid seemed to become brighter.

"I roughly understand. This potion cannot be put into the body, cannot be vanished with a Vanishing Charm, cannot be split, scooped out or drained, cannot be deformed, cast a spell on it, or have its properties changed in any other way."

"There is only one way, use your own body as a container and drink it all up."

"It seems that Regulus is not just being stupid."

This earned glares from Sirius and Kreacher.

Sirius snorted and then said, "Of course, he's my brother."

Bajir touched his chin and said, "I have a question. Does this potion have its own consciousness?"

"If we bring a goat here and feed it, wouldn't that break the trap?"

Dumbledore looked at Basil in surprise. "You'd better not let Aberforth hear this. You know how much he loves goats."

"Okay, I was just kidding. I'm afraid your idea won't work."

"Kreacher was an accident."

"Based on my understanding of Tom, there will be traps after finding the cave and crossing the lake to the island, which will force the intruders to weaken themselves but will not make them retreat."

"For example, donating blood makes your body weak, so you can only come to the island alone."

"And if Kreacher hadn't informed us in advance, no normal intruder would have thought of bringing a living creature to drink the potion on his behalf."

Bajir: "So this method is feasible?"

Flamel shook his head: "Not feasible."

"Albus did not complete the magic testing of the stone basin and the potion like I did."

"So he could only guess Voldemort's thought patterns and make inferences based on logic."

"This potion can only be reduced by drinking it."

"Because the premise for it to disappear is to work, react to the thoughts of the life that has conquered it, and lead it to despair."

"So, only if an intelligent creature drinks it, it will disappear."

"A goat won't do, unless he's Aberforth in disguise."

Basil: "I see. Then I won't care about this potion anymore."

"Isn't it okay if I just set off a Fiendfyre to destroy the Horcrux along with the stone basin?"

Flamel still shook his head. "This stone basin is integrated with the black stone slabs all over the island."

"Under the influence of magic, if you use Fiendfyre, the first thing that will burn is the Lake of the Infernals, then the island, the stone slabs, and finally the stone basin."

"Voldemort will sense that something is wrong here, and will have plenty of time to arrive."

Bajir: "Is this not possible?"

"By the way, I noticed that the air around the stone basin is very dry."

"I'm afraid we can't make liquid on this island either."

"I guess this potion will make people feel thirsty, in addition to making them lose their minds and feel as if their internal organs are burning."

"But the only water source is the lake full of Inferi."

"A wizard who is so insane that he loses the ability to cast spells ends up as one of the lake's own."

"But Voldemort's previous arrangements were more like an attempt to make the intruders unable to resist."

"Let them live a little longer to find out how they were able to get past his defences and, most importantly, why they were so eager to empty the basin. After all, Voldemort believed that he alone knew about his Horcruxes."

"Otherwise, he could turn this potion into poison."

Flamel nodded. "Perhaps that fellow Voldemort really thinks so."

"As for the spell model on this island, he sacrificed a lot in order to maximize the protection of the Horcrux."

"The biggest sacrifice was his grasp of the real-time information of the cave."

"Voldemort will only receive the signal if a living wizard lies beside the stone basin for more than three hours, or if the cave is destroyed."

"That's why Regulus replaced the locket and Voldemort still didn't know about it."

"Because, according to normal logic, this doesn't make sense at all."

"Voldemort could never have imagined that an elf would be able to survive and reach the island directly."

"I checked."

"Based on my experience."

"The normal wizard's mind can probably only accept one-tenth of the potion."

"That is to say, before he finished drinking, he collapsed to the ground."

"If there is no second person to assist, there is no chance to finish the potion." "Even if you finish it, you won't have the energy to crawl to the lake and drink water."

“And then alarm the Inferi.”

He did not continue.

He raised his wand, spun it in the air, and conjured up a tall crystal wine glass which he held in his hand.

The cup successfully passed through the air wall on the surface of the stone basin, sank into it, and scooped a full cup.

He drank it like a glass of wine. "Just as I calculated."

He looked at Dumbledore. "I'm afraid you can only handle three cups without breaking down. You'll probably need help with the fifth cup."

"However, for me who has been worn down by time and numb to the point of numbness, it is actually a good medicine."

He scooped another full cup and drank it in one gulp. "I seem to be alive again!"

Just as he was about to scoop another cup, Sirius stopped him.

"Can I have a drink? There's no requirement that this potion can only be drunk by one person."

Flamel raised an eyebrow. "Of course there is no such rule. That Voldemort must have a spell to ensure that the number of wizards who arrive here is one."

"There are still 8 cups left. Drink as much as you like and leave some for me."

Lupin wanted to speak to stop him, but remained silent.

Sirius took it, scooped a full cup and drank it.

His eyes fluttered shut and his breathing became heavy.

Flamel looked him over, "You are too fragile, just like an average person."

"Here you go!" Flamel snatched the cup.

Lupin hurried forward and supported Sirius who was about to fall.

Sirius seemed to be crying and laughing, "I am indeed a coward. Regulus drank 10 cups."

Then she buried her face in Lupin's chest and began to cry.

Lupin consoled, "You are not a coward. Flamel said this is the level of ordinary people."

He was just about to add that Regulus was also assisted by Kreacher.

Kreacher shed tears but added proudly: "Master Regulus drank three times as much as the prodigal son by himself!"

Sirius wailed even louder.

And Flamel also had his last drink.

After drinking it all, he smacked his lips. Tears kept welling up in his grey eyes, but his face showed satisfaction.

It was as if I had just had a full massage.

"It's decided! I want to keep this coordinate."

It looked as if Flamel was planning to make this a bar he would frequent.

Kreacher had already scooped up the locket and seemed to be cradling it close to his chest when he screamed, "Regulus' locket!"

This shout helped Sirius regain his composure.

He held out his hand, "Give it to me!"

Kreacher took a step forward reluctantly, the locket in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"Kreacher is reluctant to hand over Master Regulus' treasure to the prodigal. But Kreacher has no choice but to do this."

"Mistress Kreacher, if you were still here, how sad you would be!"

"She won't!" Sirius snatched it away and put it to his face impatiently.

He sniffed like a dog, as if trying to smell the scent of his brother.

This locket was not made of gold and was much smaller. It did not have any ornate patterns or the gorgeous "S" mark that was unique to Slytherin.

But in Sirius' heart at this moment, it was the most precious treasure besides his brother's body.

With a click, the lid of the locket opened while hesitating.

"The smell of Regulus!" In an instant, Sirius transformed into a dog's nose.

There was no partial animalization that any Animagus could achieve, but now he had achieved it.

It was a piece of parchment, folded over where the portrait had been.

He unfolded it carefully and read with trembling voice:

To the Dark Lord:

I'll be dead before you read this, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as quickly as possible.

I risk my life in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your match.

RAB
Tears instantly blurred his eyes.

He howled like a wolf and hugged Kreacher who suddenly pounced on him.

Leaving Lupin aside.

They both seemed to have forgotten their dislike for each other at the moment.

Dumbledore wiped his tears, "Regulus is a hero!"

Flamel, who was being baptized by the despair potion, also cooperated and shed tears again, "Great. I have never seen such a brave Blake."

"He's really not a Gryffindor?"

Baqir, "You have forgotten one thing. We only have one hour."

"Obtaining Regulus' body is the most important thing."

"Yes!" Sirius wiped his tears, held hands with Kreacher, and stood up.

He carefully tucked both the parchment and the locket back into his arms.

"What should we do. Kreacher has come here many times and couldn't find it."

"It's very simple." Flamel waved his wand, and a stone gathered in the air and sank into the dark lake with a thud.

The lake surface was no longer as smooth as a mirror and began to churn violently.

Looking up, I saw white heads and hands emerging from the dark water everywhere, men, women, and children, all with sunken, visionless eyes, floating towards the rocks - a large number of dead bodies emerged from the dark lake.

"What do you think of life, Tom!" Dumbledore's angry magnetic field began to radiate, and his auburn hair seemed to turn fiery red.

Everyone around seemed to feel the air burning.

Flamel's cold, rational magnetic field also radiated out, overlapping with Dumbledore. "Don't forget our purpose. If you do this, no Inferi will dare to approach."

The burning sensation in the air instantly subsided, and the corpses that stayed by the lake began to climb again.

Their withered hands grasped the slippery rocks, their hollow, misty eyes stared at them, their tattered, water-soaked clothes dragged behind them, and their sunken faces revealed an evil look.

They also looked at the faces of the corpses.

Trying to find familiar faces inside.

Before coming, Sirius showed a photo of Regulus to people who didn't know him, including Basil, Flamel, and Dobby.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Dumbledore waved his wand twice casually.

The air in front of the Inferi turned into a sticky, swamp-like texture.

As they moved slowly, they were lifted upward by the power of the levitation spell.

(End of this chapter)