themonasnovels Chapter 640 R. A. B
Chapter 640 R. A. B
Chapter 640 R. A. B
Fox eventually came back to pick up William.
William could see through its small thoughts at a glance.
Christmas is coming and I'm afraid of not giving it a Christmas present.
William will send it a lot of snacks every year, with tastes from all over the world.
Just such a guy with no conscience, this year William will give him fart snacks, at most some fried-tailed snail poop.
Fried-tailed snails are said to be good after eating, maybe Fox will like this one too.
Arriving at the island, William looked around.
This smooth rock island, only the size of the principal's office, is empty all around, with a stone basin in the middle.
The stone basin was filled with an emerald green liquid that shimmered with phosphorescence.
The three walked over and stood in front of the stone basin, looking at the green liquid.
"It seems that after a while, it will automatically refill." William observed for a while.
According to Harry's dream, Tom drank all the potion.But at this moment, the liquid filled the stone basin again.
Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, fingertips reaching for the liquid.
"If I can't touch it, I can't stretch my hand any further." He smiled interestedly, "Try it, both of you."
William stretched out his hand, and he could clearly feel an invisible resistance.No matter how hard he pressed his hand down, what his fingers touched seemed to be extremely hard and indestructible air.
Voldemort's 'black technology'... there are so many.It is estimated that the hiding place of this Horcrux is also his favorite work.
Tom is going to be a black cute king, can't he study magic well and do a promising career as a magician?
So the same sentence: The Dark Lord's idea is very good, but it will be William's in the next second.
Dumbledore raised his wand, made some complex movements on the surface of the liquid, and muttered spells silently.
But nothing happened, only the light from the liquid seemed brighter.
"Hands cannot touch it, separate it, make it disappear with a Vanishing Charm, deform it with magic, or alter its nature in any other way," said Dumbledore to himself.
"What if you scoop out the liquid and throw it away?" Hermione thought for a moment.
William raised his wand, twirled it in the air, and conjured a tall crystal goblet in his hand.
He put the crystal cup into the liquid, and the cup sank instantly, soaking in a large amount of potion.
Hands cannot touch, but objects can be immersed.
The goblet was quickly filled with the potion, and the liquid in the stone basin decreased slightly.
William took out the cup and poured the liquid on the ground.
Hermione kept staring at the stone basin, shook her head and said, "The liquid in the stone basin has returned."
It seems that pouring the water out will not work, it will automatically restore the water level.
William thought for a while, and prepared to find a larger container to scoop out all the liquid at once.
He conjured up a big porcelain jar and put it in the stone basin again.
But only part of the liquid entered the porcelain jar, and it could no longer be filled.
"It seems that only a fixed volume of solution can be taken out at a time." Hermione analyzed:
"If you don't drink these potions, you won't be able to continue to take liquid. If you pour them elsewhere, the water level in the stone basin will also be restored."
She raised her chin and speculated:
"I think... if you take the potion with a cup and don't drink it for a long time, the water level in the stone basin will automatically recover."
"It should be like this." William squinted and said, "If you want to get a Horcrux, you have to drink it."
Several people had already been mentally prepared. If there were other ways, Little Tom would not choose to drink the potion.
Voldemort obviously took all the loopholes into consideration.
While William and Hermione found no loopholes, Dumbledore gazed at the stone basin, his face reflected in the smooth green liquid.
The principal said slowly:
"There is no doubt that this potion will probably paralyze the user, causing extreme pain, inability to concentrate, and forgetting the purpose of coming here.
Or, otherwise incapacitated. "
"Wizards who are incapacitated will be killed by the ghost corpses in the lake." William admired: "This protection mechanism...is very ingeniously designed."
Hermione nodded too.
"Then, someone needs to take it, the kind that won't die." William said, glancing at Fox.
It exploded immediately, and disappeared without a trace after a flash of fire.
"..."
What a coward, like a tooth.
William just said that Fox would definitely not drink the potion.
Although Fox can be reborn, but that is Dumbledore's little pet.
And it is impossible for the three of them to drink this potion.
Besides, William carried a large number of small animals with him.
He thought about it, and among the many magical animals, he chose Hagrid's daughter, the snail.
The fried-tailed snail is good. It has a strong body and a tough physique. The most important thing... I don't know what it is useful for.
So, it's up to you - fried-tailed snails!
William pulled out the snail, which was lying drowsily on the ground.A listless, drained look.
It had been drawn so much blood and given sleeping pills that it was indeed a bit sluggish.
"Come on, drink something, good boy, you'll feel better after drinking it." William stuffed the cup into the mouth of the fried-tailed snail.
He's like a bartender in a bar trying to persuade girls to drink, waiting to pick up dead bodies after getting drunk.
If the fried-tailed snail refuses, he also has a solution-just enema!
The snail finally drank it down and let out a feeble cry.
Its normal barking is very unpleasant, so it is impossible to tell whether it is drinking to its fullest or feeling uncomfortable.
For the time being, William thought it was the former, so he took one cup after another without any pause.
The snail wagged its tail, trying to stab William's arm, but his whole body was numb, and the stiff tail weakened weakly.
It lay on the ground, looked into William's eyes, and began to fear.
demon!
This is the Demon King!
Hagrid, come and save me!
Blast-tailed snails gradually changed from fierce to cute.
After drinking more than a dozen cups of potions, the stone basin finally bottomed out.
Dumbledore picked up a locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it inside his robes.
"We can go back," he said.
William put away the snails, poured the last bit of potion into the goblet, and prepared to go back and study the ingredients.
If it wasn't for the conditions, he would have packed up the stone basin and the bronze boat and taken them away.
These things may have once belonged to Voldemort... but they will all become William's.
Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and Fawkes appeared with a snap.It grabbed three people, and the flames flashed by.
William quickly landed on the ground. He looked up and found that he had returned to the warm principal's office.
Dumbledore put the locket on the table, and the old headmasters stopped pretending to be asleep. They all opened their eyes and whispered to each other there.
Phineas Black even put on his monocle, trying to peer curiously.
William looked at the locket, frowning slightly.His intuition told him that something was wrong.
He has already been in contact with two Horcruxes, and he can be regarded as experienced in hundreds of battles.
But this locket, unlike Ravenclaw's crown, doesn't have a cold feeling on it.
Dumbledore sat down in the chair and turned the locket over.
The locket looks ordinary, without any markings.After he opened it gently, there was nothing else but a folded parchment tightly stuffed inside.
The principal took out the piece of parchment, opened it and read:
To the Dark Lord:
I'm dead long before you read this.But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.I risk my life in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.
R． A． B．
"The Dark Lord...a Death Eater stole Voldemort's Horcrux." William said slowly, staring at the parchment.
Only Death Eaters would call Voldemort the Dark Lord.
"It seems so." Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers and touched the last signature lightly.
"R.A.B..." repeated Hermione, thinking of famous wizards.
She tapped her head, and Bo Wen forcefully remembered:
"Rosaline Antigon Banges...Rupert Axbange Brookstanton...I can only think of these two famous wizards for a while."
"They don't match up at all, these people are not Death Eaters... William shook his head.
"Yeah, yeah." Hermione said distressed.
Phineas in the portrait suddenly said:
"Among the pure-blood families, generally only the Black family has the abbreviation B... My signature is P. N . B."
Dumbledore frowned, and he nodded, "That's very clear. As far as I know, only one wizard in the Black family has become a Death Eater..."
"Sirius' brother - Regulus Arcturus Black!"
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