Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The latest website: "Can you feel anything? Sherlock." Dumbledore said softly.

After entering the water, he would always focus on Sherlock, who was controlling the magic, and could naturally feel what Dumbledore was observing.

"Traces of magic," Sherlock said, staring at the stone walls.

"Yes, he's been here, a long time ago, but very effective."

Dumbledore was like an ordinary Muggle explorer who was exploring the location of the cave, slapped the cold stone walls with his palms, and had no wizard style at all.

But just by relying on such a mediocre exploration, he quickly determined a position.

"It's just an antechamber, an entrance hall," Dumbledore said after a moment, "we need to get in... Now it's the traps of Voldemort that stand in our way, not the barriers of nature. …”

Sherlock also aimed at the stone wall that Dumbledore's palm touched at this time.

"It doesn't feel advanced?"

"Don't doubt your judgment, this can indeed be called a low-level, or a very petty trick."

Dumbledore had already taken two steps back at this time, and he aimed his wand in that direction.

The next moment, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light, as if a strong light was shining behind the crack.

But such a scene only lasted for a moment, the light subsided, and the cave returned to its previous state.

Sherlock touched his chin, and his control of magic allowed him to feel the magic fluctuations just now more intuitively than Dumbledore.

"He asked us to pay something and wanted to weaken our strength?"

When Sherlock questioned, Dumbledore had already pulled out a short silver knife from his robe, the kind that normal students use to cut potion materials during potions class.

"That's why I said his skills are low." His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was disappointed that Voldemort's performance was just that.

Sherlock frowned, and he stopped Dumbledore from wanting to use the knife.

"Don't teach like this, we'll have other, better ways."

"There is no way to avoid some magic, Sherlock." Dumbledore's voice was very relaxed, he had pointed the silver short knife at his arm, "This is what he thinks is clever, but this way The inevitable magic being used to do something like this shows how stupid he is, and it's just the price of some blood."

After that, he didn't wait for Sherlock to make a sound, and he had already plunged the silver short knife deeply into his forearm!

In the next second, a bright red spurted out from his wound, and the surface of the rock was immediately covered with shiny, dark red blood beads!

Sherlock looked at the resolute old man with a headache. He took out a small bottle of white powder from his robe pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Even if you really want to see blood, you don't need to be so anxious as an old man. Am I more suitable?"

Dumbledore took the bottle of white powder and lightly sprinkled some on the wound on his arm, and then the deep bone-deep wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your blood is younger and more precious than mine, so I'm more suitable. This bottle of Baixian is of good quality. Where did you buy it?"

"Buy? Snape really wanted to ask me for money, but I wrote him an IOU."

Just as they were talking, on the stone wall, the door of light that flickered and disappeared for a moment appeared again.

But now it is not disappearing, but it has remained on it until the two walked in together. Gu Lu

Before them was a very strange sight.

Sherlock and Dumbledore stood on the shore of a large black lake.

The cave they were in was so high that they couldn't see the top of the cave when they looked up.

In the distance, as if in the middle of the lake, a dim, green light flickered, reflected in the dead lake below, except for the green light and the light from the two wands in their hands, it was completely thick. The darkness is not open, and the light from the lighting spell in their hands can't shine far at all. The darkness here seems to be denser and thicker than ordinary.

They walked along the lake, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged, the lake was calm like a mirror, with a disturbing green glow in the middle of the lake.

"There's something wrong with this lake."

Sherlock frowned as he stared at the dark bottom of the lake where nothing could be seen.

"Many corpses, and the bottom of the lake is covered with corpses."

Dumbledore and Sherlock kept as far away from the lake as possible.

"Don't touch these lakes, let's look first, where do you think Voldemort would hide his Horcruxes?"

Sherlock looked at the green light in the lake.

"The answer to that question is a little too obvious."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "It's like it was deliberately placed there, trying to lure those who entered here."

Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Aha! Did you find anything, Sherlock?"

Dumbledore was staring at the stone wall next to them, and Sherlock was always looking at the lake.

"A boat, professor, is under water, and a magic chain is holding it, and the other end is on this rock wall."

"Enviable observation skills, Sherlock, there's nothing more pleasurable than finding things with you."

Dumbledore said happily, he put his hands together, grabbing something invisible in the air, he held that hand in the air, the other hand held his wand, and tapped his fist with the tip of his wand. .

Immediately, a thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and rushed towards Dumbledore's clenched fist.

The chain slid from his hand, then hovered on the ground like a snake, and then a ghost-like boat suddenly emerged from the lake, without the slightest ripple, and just rowed towards them like this.

"Why did he leave such a means of transport here for people to pass through?" Sherlock looked at the boat suspiciously.

"Voldemort needed a way to get across the lake in case he needed to visit or take his Horcruxes, so as not to anger the guys he had placed in the lake."

Dumbledore said solemnly.

"With so many corpses, there can only be one kind of creature in the magic world."

He didn't say what exactly this creature was, but Sherlock naturally understood what those things at the bottom of the lake were.

Unconscious walking dead - Inferi!

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