Chapter 973

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As van Lin dried his clothes and Hermione's clothes, he gathered a lot of scenery around him.

Kretcher appeared beside Dumbledore. He was the only one who could perform phantom transformation here. If there was any irresistible danger, perhaps kretcher would be the only guarantee.

However, Dumbledore obviously did not intend to rely on kretcher. To be exact, kretcher did not know how to get in. When he was with Voldemort, kretcher just kept his head down and followed him. On his second visit, kretcher directly took regullus to the central island.

But with four men, it was too much for kretcher's weak magic.

Van Lim watched Dumbledore continue to circle around here. Obviously, he was focusing on something that was not available in mortals.

This makes van Lin feel a little strange, but he really can't find anything by simply relying on perception.

"It's just a lobby," Dumbledore said a minute or two later. "We've got to go inside Now we're facing obstacles that Voldemort has set himself, not just the natural ones

Dumbledore approached the wall of the cave, flicked it with his thin fingertips, and muttered some strange language that Fanlin couldn't understand. Maybe it was some kind of search mantra, but it wasn't any one of van Lim's cognition.

It's like the magic of Centaur sacrifice, with a natural mystical atmosphere, which makes it difficult to capture in Fanlin

Dumbledore made two turns along the wall, touching the rocks as much as he could, occasionally standing still and stroking a particular place with his fingers until he finally stopped.

His palm was flat against the wall, "here." He said, "we go through here and keep going. The entrance is hidden."

Van leen didn't ask Dumbledore how he knew. He had never met a wizard who could solve problems by observing and touching. But Van leen had long recognized that affectation usually meant ignorance rather than real learning, but Dumbledore was clearly not in this category.

Dumbledore backed away from the wall and pointed his wand at the rock. A moment later, there appeared an arc, bright and dazzling, as if there was a very strong light source behind the gap.

Just when Fanlin wanted to ask, the vibration from the stone wall suddenly stopped.

The bare rock is as strong as ever. Dumbledore continued to look around.

"Professor, what are you looking for?" Van Lin asked curiously, everyone was staring at Dumbledore, looking like a group of ignorant children.

"Traces, traces left by a wizard, can't be observed with the naked eye and perception alone, which requires some patience and concentration." Dumbledore began to explain.

"Oh, here, how rude!" Dumbledore smiles and shakes his head, apparently disdaining Voldemort's arrangement.

As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled out a silver knife.

"It seems that Rita has to pay a price if we want to get in."

"The price?" Van Lin looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, "is it blood, professor?"

"Oh, yes, it looks like you've discovered, oh, almost forgotten, that your eyes can see." Dumbledore said, "it seems that we have to pay part of it..."

"Oh, please let me, Professor Dumbledore." Sirius suddenly said, "if the blood, obviously I am the most suitable, after all, this is for my brother, and you also need to preserve strength, professor."

"No problem." Dumbledore hesitated and handed Sirius the silver knife.

Without hesitation, Sirius made a direct stroke on the palm of his hand and pressed his injured palm against the wall in front of him.

It's not a friendly scene, to say, very bad.

Fanlin saw Sirius's blood seeping into the stone wall, but the stone wall was not satisfied. Like a vampire, Sirius's ruddy face quickly disappeared.

"All right, Sirius." Dumbledore gently waved his wand to break the link between Sirius and the stone wall. With the wand in the palm of his hand, the bleeding wound quickly healed.

However, a lot of blood loss or let Sirius feel a little dizzy, van Lin quickly step forward to help Sirius.

"Aha, that seems to have worked!" Dumbledore said, "but it seems that you need to take some blood tonic when you go back. Maybe Madame Pomfrey is a good choice."

The silver arc on the wall reappears, and this time it doesn't disappear. The blood splashed rock completely disappeared, leaving a gap leading to the pitch black.

"Follow me," said Dumbledore, stepping first into the arch.

Several people in Fanlin quickly lit their wands and followed closely. In front of them was a strange sight: they were standing on the edge of a huge black lake, so big that no forest could recognize the far shore of the lake. They were in a high cave with no visible ceiling. A cloud of green light was shining in the distance, reflecting on the still surface of the lake. It looked like it was in the middle of the lake.The green light and the light of the wand cut through the velvet darkness around them. Although the fluorescence did not shine as far as van Lin expected, it was still acceptable. Somehow, the density of darkness is much higher here than it is elsewhere.

"Let's go," Dumbledore said quietly. "Be careful not to step into the water and follow me."

He set out along the lake, and several people in Fanlin followed him closely.

The sound of their footprints on the lake's edge. They kept walking and walking, but the scene never changed. On one side of their bodies are rough rock walls, on the other side is boundless, smooth and quiet darkness. The secret green light was shining in the dark.

Fanlin found that this place and the silence here would make people feel very oppressed and exhausted physically and mentally. This feeling was very bad, similar to the influence of spiritual level. Anyway, Hermione's face looked very ugly after coming in.

Not long after walking, several people stopped at Dumbledore's sign.

"Here it is, Mr. Dumbledore." Kretcher said timidly, "it's from here that the Dark Lord took kretcher by boat."

It was a narrow platform, and Fanlin could not see the difference between this small lake bank and any other one. But Dumbledore seems to have found something special about it.

This time, instead of walking along the cliff, Dumbledore waved his wand in the thin air, as if expecting to discover and seize something invisible.

"Oh," said Dumbledore happily. A few seconds later, his hand held something invisible in mid air.

Dumbledore moved closer to the edge of the water, and the tip of his shoe had reached the tight edge of the stone.

Others watched nervously. Dumbledore, with one hand still clenched in the air, raised his wand with the other and tapped his fist with the tip of the wand. A heavy copper green chain immediately appeared in the air, stretching from the depths of the lake into Dumbledore's grip.

Dumbledore tapped, and the chain slid like a snake in his hand, clinking itself around the ground, pulling something from the depths of the Black Lake.

The echo was loud.

Fanlin held his breath to watch a tiny boat, the ghost like bow burst out of the water, emitting a chain like green light. With the only one ripple, staggering, floating towards the shore where they are.

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