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"Also, this potion will definitely prevent me from obtaining Horcruxes. It will presumably paralyze me, make me forget what I'm here for, cause me extreme pain, inability to concentrate, or otherwise incapacitate me If this happens, Sherlock, you're going to need you to make sure I keep drinking, even if you have to get the potion down my closed mouth, understand?"

"I meant to say!"

Sherlock had to raise his voice, forcing Dumbledore's attention to himself.

"This place is still wrong. Although I can't tell where it is wrong, I may have a way to detect it."

As he spoke, his right hand was also fumbling in his pocket, and soon he took out a bottle of golden "gravel" from his pocket in front of Dumbledore.

Seeing Sherlock taking out the bottle, Dumbledore's face became obviously a little surprised.

"This is... how did you find this thing?"

At the award ceremony last time, although Sherlock told him that Silke's eyes had been cured by Mrs. Matthew, he did not mention the [Time Chips] that was taken out, so Dumbledore was very concerned about this. things do not know.

"This is what stained Vera's eyes before. After Mrs. Matthew took it out, she gave it to me. It's called..."

"[Time Chips], an important material used to make time converters in the past."

Without waiting for Sherlock to say his name, Dumbledore had already revealed the source of this thing.

"Yes, Mrs. Matthew said, it was modified by her ancestors [time scraps], and if these things are attached to the object, you can see the history of the object from the time it was created to the present."

"We can use this. This stone platform must have been built when Voldemort came to hide things. As long as we can see its history, we can figure out whether the thing under the liquid is a Horcrux. After we figure this out, It's not too late for us to decide who's going to drink these potions."

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock with a look of approval, and he made no secret of his delight.

"There is no more reliable choice than this, so let's take a look at the history of this stone platform first."

Sherlock didn't hesitate. He opened the cork, aimed at the stone platform in front of him, and tapped the glass bottle lightly. The golden stars fell from the bottle and landed on the stone platform.

Sherlock re-stopped the bottle after the crumbs had been reduced by a third.

And just when the golden "gravel" fell on the stone platform, a burst of white light and shadow lit up.

A white, somewhat transparent figure appeared beside Sherlock and Dumbledore.

This is clearly the old Voldemort.

The illusory Voldemort created the stone platform in front of them, and then he poured the potions into the stone basin and disappeared from the cave.

The picture of history played as if the fast-forward button was pressed, and it didn't take long before Voldemort came back.

But this time he came back no longer alone, with a skinny poor house-elf by his side!

"Kreacher." Gu sturgeon

Dumbledore looked at the illusory, small, terrified figure, and whispered the house elf's name.

Voldemort took Kreacher to the middle of the lake in the ghost boat. He seemed to have given Kreacher some instructions, and then the trembling elf walked to the stone platform and drank with great fear. Those poisons in the stone basin.

After just two sips, Kreacher started to struggle with tears and tears. He seemed to be begging Voldemort for something, but the Dark Lord, who thought he was extremely noble, certainly wouldn't listen to a house elf's request.

He forced him to drink all the potions in the stone basin, and after seeing Kreacher's tragic state, he laughed happily.

Then he took out a locket from his robe, put it into the stone basin that had been emptied, and finally filled the stone basin with new potions.

The white phantom representing Voldemort left the island in the lake in the boat, leaving only Kreacher in agony.

He seemed to be thirsty, struggling to climb to the edge of the lake, wanting to drink the lake water.

But then he seemed to have encountered something again, and disappeared in the next second.

The surrounding of the stone platform has returned to the previous calm again, and there are no other white phantoms.

After watching the scene just now, Dumbledore and Sherlock were silent together for about ten seconds.

"He used Kreacher as a test subject for poison." Dumbledore said with a solemn expression, "Almost all of the Black family, except for Sirius, are true believers in the pure blood theory, which has also caused their family to almost All fell to Voldemort's side."

"He should have borrowed Kreacher from Black's house and used him to experiment with his own poison."

Sherlock frowned.

"Then why didn't Kreacher have an accident? He's still alive to this day. I'm not surprised that he can leave here. With Voldemort's arrogant nature, it is indeed possible that he ignored the anti-apparition magic here, which is ineffective against house-elves. , but in the absence of any orders, coupled with Kreacher's rigid personality, how could he escape?"

By the time he asked the question, Dumbledore had stepped forward.

"We can ask Kreacher alone about these things when we go back. Let's get the locket first. In front of our eyes, Voldemort put that thing under the poison, and you also noticed that Kreacher was drinking The state of those liquids, so when I have to resist, I must force me to drink these potions..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet~www.NovelMTL.com~ Two illusory white figures suddenly appeared again.

Dumbledore and Sherlock were all stunned. They only realized at this time that the history of Shitai has not been finished!

The two figures also came to the middle of the lake by boat.

One of them was the house elf Kreacher who had escaped before, and the other figure was a little strange to Sherlock.

It was a lean, not very tall wizard, his appearance looked a little like Sirius, but not as handsome as he was.

Dumbledore looked at the shadow of the wizard, and his eyes became deeper. He has served as the headmaster of Hogwarts for nearly 40 years. Students who have left this school can leave him a little bit. Some impressions, he can remember.

So, he whispered the wizard's name.

"This is... Regulus Black."

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