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

On the surface, Sophie, who took the lead in the level of Bagel's consciousness, was considered to be guilty of original sin in the eyes of other group members.

It's no wonder she's always being criticized.

Baqir watched all this without saying a word.

In fact, he felt that he was a bit inarticulate.

It is better to wait until after the club activities and use actions instead of words.

"Kreacher." Sirius regained his composure. "Do you remember the location of the cave?"

Kreacher jumped up, still a little sobbing, "Of course, Master!"

"Old Kreacher still remembers that place! He's been there many times!"

"But Kreacher can't find Master Regulus!"

"Kreacher—"

Kreacher in front of him wanted to punish himself again, and before Sirius could give any instructions, Dobby hugged him.

Sirius sputtered, "You stupid old man!"

"Don't you know how precious you are? It's my brother's sacrifice that allowed you to survive!"

"Remember this! Don't punish yourself again!"

"If you punish yourself, you'll be wasting Regulus' efforts!"

Kreacher sobbed and stopped struggling.

Dobby let him go.

Kreacher stared at him with puzzled eyes, "Then how should Kreacher punish himself?"

"You--" Sirius gasped, "Every time you make a mistake, you have to clean the floor for me! Is that okay?"

"I'll speak to Narcissa."

Kreacher nodded, "Kreacher, can you clean the ceiling while you're at it?"

"Okay!" Sirius held his forehead.

"We can go now. Regulus is in the lake. There are some Inferi in there."

"They are afraid of light and fire and are easy to deal with."

"Please wait a moment," Dumbledore said, "I think we need to go together."

"Maybe there are other secrets of Tom's hidden in there."

Sirius looked at Kreacher.

Kreacher nodded quickly. In his opinion, Dumbledore was much more reliable than this prodigal son.

"Kreacher can do it! It's not far from London!"

"Kreacher tried it and was able to go back and forth five times in one go."

"Don't bother." Flamel raised his eyebrows. "Have you forgotten my identity? The greatest alchemist."

He threw a silver column at Kreacher.

"Here, elf!"

Kreacher caught it.

Bajir looked closely and saw that it seemed to be a pen, but there were no gaps in it, as if it was made of boiling silver water poured in one breath.

Flamel added: "According to what you say, there is no protection against the Apparition of the elves."

“And it’s not far.”

“Hold it, think about where you want to go, and draw circles in the air.”

Kreacher stretched out his slender hand, held the pen, closed his eyes, and began to draw circles.

The silver light stays in the air along the trajectory and overlaps.

A crackling sound of electricity began to be heard.

The next second, a silver halo with Kreacher's hand as the radius began to expand.

A light gate appeared, and a faint green light mixed with the salty and humid smell of sea water poured into the boiler room.

It was a smooth rock island, about the same size as the Blakes' kitchen.

It was covered with a large flat black slab of stone, empty except for a mysterious green light flickering in the middle.

On both sides of the island, there are rough cave walls on one side and the boundless, mirror-smooth black lake surface on the other.

"Should we go in quickly?" Sirius noticed again that the edge of the aperture was shrinking.

"That's because there's still one step left." Flamel walked up slowly, chanting obscure spells and waving his wand like a shaman.

Silver threads flowed out from the tip of the wand and disappeared into the circle of light.

"Well now, it should last an hour. Long enough for us to turn this cave upside down."

"In that case," Sirius smiled strangely, "I have one more thing to do."

He hurried out of the boiler room, the kitchen, over the umbrella made of the troll's thigh, walked to the entrance hall, and drew aside a velvet curtain.

"You beast! You slut! You filthy and sinful bastard! Get out of here right now! How dare you defile my ancestral home—"

It was a portrait of an old lady.

Sirius took a deep breath, "Thank you for your blessing, Mom!"

Then he pulled the velvet curtain and the sound stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)

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."