Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Okay, how do we get there?"

"Look, there should be a normal way." Dumbledore walked along the lake, feeling the magic fluctuations by the lake with his body. "Voldemort will never make the Horcrux so hard to get it."

After Dumbledore disconnected the magic power output, the separated lake water immediately closed again, and the two water walls slapped each other, making a deafening roar, mixed with the cries of the corpse caught in the water, and the whole cave echoed. With a messy voice.

After the water was closed, the oscillating ripples spread back and forth on the lake surface, causing the corpses at the bottom to continuously attack the non-existent intruders. All boiled. However, there is obviously some peculiar magic left here, and the water surface did not keep chaotic. After a slight fluctuation of magic power, the water surface quickly returned to calm.

"That's right." Lockhart also realized that if Voldemort wanted to guarantee that he could go back and get "that Horcrux", he would definitely leave some detectable traces just in case.

Both of them began to circle around the lake, carefully feeling the magic fluctuations in the air.

"Here, there are spell fluctuations." Lockhart waved to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was far more sensitive to magic than Lockhart, and he immediately sensed the spell's location. The hand moves slowly through the air, then grabs something invisible.

"Well, there's something down here," Dumbledore gestured, tapping the tip of his wand on his grasping fist. Immediately, a thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and rushed towards Dumbledore's clenched fist. Dumbledore tapped the chain with his wand, and the chain began to slid through his fist like a snake, coiling up in a pile on the ground, and the clanging sound echoed loudly against the rock wall.

The chain dragged something up from the dark bottom of the lake, and the prow of a small boat suddenly sprung out of the lake like a ghost, glowing green like a chain, and floated toward the shore where Harry and Dumbledore were standing, barely carrying any signs. There was a ripple.

A very small boat.

"It doesn't seem to be for two people," Dumbledore said. "I guess once there are more than two wizards on it, it will cause something in the water to react."

"Did you go or did I go?"

"We all went over." Dumbledore smiled confidently and said. He cast a Confusion Charm on Lockhart with his wand, "...you don't use your wand to illuminate, and remove your Amulet, - disappear!"

"Pretty clever Confusion Charm." After Lockhart did it, he felt that the fluctuation of his own magic power almost completely disappeared. "Maybe it's almost something, light body curse!"

Now, Dumbledore's magic has blocked Lockhart's presence, and Lockhart's Lightweight Charm hides Dumbledore's weight, allowing both of them to stay in the boat without causing any reaction. The boat slowly sailed across the water under the watch of the underwater corpse, and approached the island in the center of the lake. Both of them carefully climbed ashore.

The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office: a large flat black slate, empty, save for that green light source. Looking closer now, the green light appears much brighter. The green light came from a pensieve-like stone basin with a base underneath.

Dumbledore and Lockhart approached the stone basin and stood side by side, looking into the stone basin. A pot full of emerald green liquid, glowing with shimmering phosphorescence.

"It doesn't look like a good thing," Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, "but obviously it can't stop you, can it, Gilderoy."

"I can't say for sure," Lockhart pretended to check the liquid again, "quite evil stuff."

Lockhart knew the function of these things, so he reached out and wanted to touch the liquid. Sure enough, there was an invisible resistance.

His hands couldn't get close to the liquid. No matter how hard he stretched his hand down, his fingers seemed to touch the air that was incredibly pliable and indestructible.

"Can't touch it? Interesting." Dumbledore asked curiously, and also reached out to try it. He stared down at the stone basin, his face reflected on the smooth green liquid surface. "There is no doubt that if the Horcrux is here, it must be under this liquid."

Lockhart conjured up a cup, scooped up some of the liquid, and dropped it on the ground. The liquid disappeared on the ground, and the basin quickly filled back up.

"What if you scooped it faster?" Seeing Lockhart's behavior, Dumbledore's curiosity also aroused. He conjured up a string of cups, controlled them to scoop the liquid desperately, and then fell to the ground.

The liquid level in the basin has never dropped significantly.

"Obviously, there is a large amount of magic liquid stored here, and it seems that they can only be reduced by the wizard using magic to offset them." Lockhart guessed boldly, "and it is likely that the same as healing with a magic stone, the offset is the same. Some of the magic is gone forever."

"It's a rather evil design. If I'm not mistaken, the liquid here will make people feel miserable. I know Tom's child." Dumbledore nodded with interest, "You can see it at a glance, it seems that It was the right decision for you to bring it here, otherwise I would have to go back and look through the pile of forbidden books... but what if we smashed this stone platform into pieces?"

The two of them looked at the base of the stone basin. Obviously, there was a defensive magic on it that was no less powerful than a Horcrux. If it was forcibly smashed, it might disintegrate the contents hidden in it.

"Obviously, we can only come to the conclusion that this liquid needs to be drunk," Dumbledore said helplessly, "and it must be a wizard with a lot of magic power, a wizard with a very strong will, to finish drinking this thing. alive afterward.”

"It doesn't have to be a wizard, as long as it is a creature with a lot of magic power, it should be fine." Lockhart reminded, "The key is to use magic power to consume the liquid inside."

"House-elf?" Dumbledore asked tentatively.

"Yes, are you going to drink it yourself?" Lockhart asked rhetorically.

"If necessary, I will, but obviously I'm more alive now, don't I." Dumbledore smiled slyly at Lockhart, then summoned a Hogwarts house-elf, Order it to drink a glass of this liquid.

The poor little elf fell to the ground immediately after drinking, trembling and rolling, looking at Dumbledore in horror and pleading, fortunately Dumbledore did not continue to let it drink.

"Obviously, there is indeed less liquid inside." Dumbledore said with satisfaction, "Let's do it for now, next time I will ask Harry to come and get the contents."

"Aren't you afraid that the mysterious man will come and take the contents away?"

"If he could feel what's going on here, he'd be there long ago," Dumbledore explained, "so I bet Galleon, he doesn't know what's going on here."

"Hmph, there are more than one Horcrux hidden in it." Lockhart said disdainfully, but Dumbledore was right. In fact, Voldemort didn't even know that his Horcrux had been dropped. , "Then let's go back?"

"Let's go back, maybe we can hitch a ride?" Dumbledore smiled wickedly and looked at the house-elf. "Take us back, little one."