Vol 2 Chapter 1015: boat

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Fanlin dried his and Hermione's clothes while digging around a lot of surrounding scenery.
Kreacher appeared next to Dumbledore. He was the only person who could apparate here. If there was any irresistible danger, perhaps Kreacher would become the only guarantee.
But Dumbledore obviously did not intend to rely on Kreacher. To be precise, Kreacher didn’t know how to get in. With Voldemort, Kreacher just followed closely with his head down, and the second time he came, Kreacher went straight. Brought Regulus to the center island.
But with four people, it was too reluctant in terms of Kreacher's weak magic power.
Fanlin watched Dumbledore continue to circle here. Obviously, he was focusing on something that Fanlin didn't.
This made Fanlin feel a little strange, but he really couldn't find anything by his perception alone.
"This is just a foyer," Dumbledore said a minute or two later. "We have to go inside... now we are facing obstacles set by Voldemort himself, not just the natural ones."
Dumbledore approached the wall of the cave, flicked with his skinny fingertips, muttering some strange language that Fanlin could not understand, maybe it was a search spell, but it was not any kind of what Fanlin knew. .
It's like the centaur sacrificial magic with a natural and mysterious atmosphere, which makes it difficult for Fanlin to capture...
Dumbledore circled the rock wall twice, touching the rocks as much as possible, occasionally standing still and stroking a special place with his fingers until he finally stopped.
He pressed his palm flat against the wall, "Here." He said, "We went through here and went on, the entrance was hidden."
Fanlin didn't ask how Dumbledore knew. He had never seen a wizard who could solve a problem only by observation and touch. But Fanlin had long realized that posturing usually meant superficial ignorance rather than true learning, but Dumbledore was clearly not in this category.
Dumbledore stepped away from the wall and pointed his wand at the rock. After a while, an arc appeared there, bright and dazzling, as if there was a very powerful light source behind the gap.
Just when Fanlin wanted to ask questions, the vibration from the stone wall suddenly stopped.
The bare rock is as strong as before. Dumbledore continued to look around.
"Professor, what are you looking for?" Fanlin asked curiously, everyone staring at Dumbledore, looking like a group of ignorant children.
"A trace, a trace left by a wizard, cannot be observed by the naked eye and perception alone. This requires some patience and concentration." Dumbledore explained.
"Oh, it's rude here!" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, obviously disdainful of Voldemort's arrangement.
While talking, Dumbledore pulled out a silver knife.
"It seems that Rita has to pay some price if we want to go in."
"The price?" Fanlin looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully. "Is it blood, Professor?"
"Oh, yes, it looks like you have discovered, oh, almost forgot, but your eyes can actually see." Dumbledore said, "it looks like we have to pay part of..."
"Oh, please let me come, Professor Dumbledore." Sirius said suddenly, "If you have blood, obviously I am the most suitable. After all, this is for my brother, and you also need to save your strength, Professor ."
"Alright." Dumbledore hesitated, and handed the silver knife to Sirius.
Without hesitation, Sirius struck his palm directly, then pressed his injured palm against the wall in front of him.
This scene is not friendly, it is very bad.
Fanlin saw Sirius' blood seep into the stone wall, but the stone wall was not satisfied, like a vampire, the ruddy on Sirius's face quickly disappeared.
"Okay, Sirius." Dumbledore broke the link between Sirius and the stone wall with a light wave of his wand. A light touch of the wand in the palm of his hand quickly healed the wound that was still bleeding.
However, the large amount of blood loss still made Sirius feel a little dizzy, and Fanlin quickly stepped forward to support Sirius.
"Aha, that seems to have worked!" Dumbledore said, "but it looks like you need to take some blood potions when you go back. Maybe Madam Pomfrey is a good choice."
The silver-white arc on the wall appeared again, this time it did not disappear. The blood-spattered rock disappeared completely, leaving a gap leading to the darkness.
"Follow me," Dumbledore said, stepping into the arch first.
Fan Lin and several people hurriedly lighted their wands and followed closely. Before their eyes was a strange scene: they were standing on the edge of a huge black lake, the lake was so big that even Fanlin couldn't recognize the shore of the lake in the distance. They are in a high cave with an invisible ceiling. A mist-wound green light gleamed far away, reflecting on the completely still lake, looking like it was in the middle of the lake.
The green light and the light of the magic wand pierced the velvety darkness all around, although the fluorescent flicker did not shine as far as Fanlin expected, but it was still acceptable. Somehow, the density of darkness is much greater than that of coming here elsewhere.
"Let's go," Dumbledore said quietly, "Be careful not to step into the water and follow me."
He set off along the lake, and Fanlin followed him closely.
Their footsteps on the narrow rocks surrounding the lake echoed constantly. They kept walking and walking, but the scene remained unchanged. On one side of their bodies is a rough rock wall, and on the other side is the endless, smooth and quiet darkness ~ EbookFREE.me~ the mysterious green light shines in the darkness.
Fanlin found that this place and the silence here can make people feel very oppressive, physically and mentally exhausted. This feels very bad, similar to the influence of the spiritual level, anyway, Hermione's face looks very ugly since entering.
Not long after they had left, several people stopped at Dumbledore's sign.
"It's here, Mr. Dumbledore," Kreacher said timidly. "It was here that the Dark Lord took Kreacher by boat."
This is a small platform, and Fanlin tried his best to look at it and couldn't see how this small lakeshore was different from any other. But Dumbledore seemed to have discovered its special features.
This time, instead of continuing along the rock wall, Dumbledore waved his wand in the thin air, as if expecting to discover and grasp something invisible.
"Oh" Dumbledore said happily. After a few seconds, his hand held something in midair that Fanlin couldn't see.
Dumbledore moved closer to the water, the toe of his shoe reached the tight edge of the stone.
The others watched nervously. Dumbledore was still clenching his hand in the air, raising his wand with the other hand and tapping his fist with the tip of the rod. A heavy patina chain appeared in the air immediately, and Dumbledore's hand, which stretched from the depths of the lake, was gripping tightly.
Dumbledore tapped lightly, and the chain slid in his hands like a snake, clacking itself around the ground, pulling up something from the depths of the black lake.
Echoes are endless.
Fanlin held his breath and watched a very small boat, the ghostly bow bursting out of the water, glowing green like a chain. Along with the only ripple, it swayed and floated towards the shore of the lake where they were.
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