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

"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 will be no chance to finish the potion."

“Even if I finished drinking, I wouldn’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)

Chapter 143 The Only Corpse with Hair

"Really? This makes us feel like we have no involvement at all." Bagir felt a little bored.

Sometimes, it’s not good for teammates to be too reliable.

Dumbledore stopped all the Inferi by himself. Sirius changed his dog's nose into dog's eyes. Even Kreacher and Dobby, who had eyes as big as tennis balls, could not catch up with him in identifying the faces of the Inferi.

They could only be forced to watch everything in front of them in boredom.

Kreacher was so anxious that he cried, but he couldn't get in at all.

"No!" Sirius's dog eyes moved.

Boom, boom, boom! Then there were the sounds of people falling into the water.

Dumbledore flicked his wrist.

The corpses suspended in the air were thrown high into the sky and fell to the other side of the Black Lake - near the exit.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

The Inferi that followed were infected by the power of the floating spell that stayed in place, and they were divided into a neat row, arranged in front of them from top to bottom, forming an iron wall made of Inferi.

The Inferi behind were still moving slowly, and the power of the obstacle spell made their movements even slower.

"No!" Sirius raised his wand and quickly scanned it with the faint fluorescent light.

His dog eyes were a little tired, so he could only change back to his original appearance.

Dumbledore flicked his wrist again.

Boom, boom, boom! Another sound of falling into the water.

I don’t know how long this was repeated.

With a high-pitched howl, "Regulus!"

Dumbledore nodded, and he just shook his wrist lightly. Except for the Inferi identified by Sirius as Regulus, all the Inferi were thrown into the sky in an instant, falling like rain. The blue flame bloomed from the horizontal plane and then spread.

In an instant, stars emerged from the dark lake.

Pale marble arms stretched out, emerged from it, and then merged into the flaming stars.