Chapter 453

Solim's magic level is certainly outstanding among students, even among some adult wizards, but it is still difficult for him to discover the traces of magic that Voldemort has deliberately set up.

He knew there was something wrong with the rock wall, and he knew there was magic on it, but that was about it. He couldn't tell what the magic was, or what Dumbledore's "price" magic looked like—though Solim knew he needed to sacrifice blood to get through the rock wall.

It's like a math problem, Solim already knows the answer, but he doesn't know the process of solving the problem in between, or even so - if it weren't for some reason that only he knows, Solim wouldn't even be able to see Voldemort's question.

It's more or less frustrating. It's like Solim had mastered the solution of ternary cubic equations when most of his students were still learning the four arithmetics, but now he found that the magic tricks set up by these powerful wizards outside involved linear algebra and calculus......

According to his actual level, Solim actually didn't even have the qualifications to discover the magic that Voldemort had set up, let alone crack it.

If you want to say that you are unwilling or something, Solim will not be distressed by this kind of thing, the gap between him and a great wizard like Voldemort is an objective fact, he will face this gap squarely, anyway, Solim is still young now, and he still has a lot of time and energy to enrich himself.

"Huh. Dumbledore chuckled suddenly, "Oh, that's so low-level, and to be honest, I'm a little disappointed." "

"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively, "What are you talking about?"

Tom still hadn't figured out what really mattered. Dumbledore pulled out a short silver knife from his robes, and with the glow of the Patronus of Solim, Harry saw that the hilt of the knife was carved with extremely fine patterns.

"What are you going to do, Professor?" Harry looked at the knife in Dumbledore's hand, and he had a bad feeling.

"Like I said at the beginning-" Dumbledore didn't look at Harry, "we need to pay a price to get through." "

A flash of silver light spewed out a stream of crimson, and the surface of the rock was suddenly sprinkled with shiny, dark red blood beads.

"Professor!" Harry hurriedly stepped forward, trying to check on Dumbledore's injured hand.

"Actually, you can let me come. I ......"

He didn't know what he was going to say—younger, stronger?, but Dumbledore only smiled slightly.

"You're kind, Harry. Dumbledore said, slashing the tip of his wand through the deep wound he had cut on his arm, and the wound healed instantly.

Solim rolled his eyes.

"But your blood is worth more than mine. Ah, it seems to work, doesn't it?"

The outline of the dazzling white arch appeared on the cave wall again, and this time it did not disappear. The blood-splattered rock in the arch suddenly vanished, revealing a doorway that seemed to be endless darkness inside.

"Come with me. Dumbledore said as he walked through the doorway, and Harry followed him inside, hurriedly lighting his wand.

And before that, Solim's Patronus flew in first, lighting the way ahead for them.

They were greeted by a very strange sight. They stood on the shore of a large black lake, so wide that Solim could not see the other shore in the distance. The cave they were in was so high that they couldn't see the roof of it when they looked up. In the distance, as if in the middle of the lake, a hazy, green light flickered, reflecting in the dead water below. Except for the green light and the light emitted by Solim's Patronus, there was a completely dense darkness that could not be dissolved, and the penetration of these lights was not as strong as Solim expected, and the darkness here seemed to be denser and thicker than the ordinary ones.

"Let's go ahead," Dumbledore whispered, "be careful not to step into the water." Follow me closely. "

"It's depressing. Solim frowned, "It reminds me of Selwyn Castle, but it's still not as good as the place where the sun doesn't shine all year round." Obviously, there's a lot of dark magic here—a feeling I'm all too familiar with. "

"You're right, Solim. Dumbledore was in front, his wand and Solim's Patronus illuminating them.

"There's obviously something unfriendly here, and you need to be careful. I hope you will do it exactly as I ask. The latter sentence Dumbledore was clearly addressed to Harry - Solim thought so anyway.

They walked around the shore, Harry following Dumbledore and Solim at the rear. Their footsteps echoed as they stepped on the narrow rocks of the lake. They kept going, but the scene around them did not change in the slightest: the rough walls of the cave on one side, and the boundless, mirror-smooth black lake on the other, with a mysterious green light shining in the center of the lake. Harry felt that Solim was right: the place and the silence were oppressive and unsettling.

"Professor, what are we here for?" Harry had wanted to ask this question for a long time, he had asked Solim before, apparently Solim knew, but he didn't tell Harry, just that Dumbledore would be responsible for answering the question.

"You've been holding this question all the way, haven't you?" Dumbledore looked like he had been waiting for Harry to ask.

"Yes, I asked Solim before. Harry glanced back at Solim in the darkness and said, "But he ......"

"Ah, you don't have to blame him. Dumbledore said, "I asked him to do it." I think it's up to me to answer that for you - don't be cranky, Harry. "

Dumbledore seemed to know what Harry was thinking, though he didn't look back.

"That doesn't mean I don't trust Mr. Selwyn – if I really didn't trust him, I wouldn't have brought him this time. "

Solim pursed his lips at Dumbledore's words and said nothing.

"I think it's my old fellow's responsibility to explain all this like you – you must be curious what our goal is today and why we're in such a place. "

Dumbledore stopped at the edge of the lake, and he turned his head to look at Harry.

"Given that our situation is not very safe, I will give you as brief a reply as possible. Dumbledore said, "Tom took some steps to prevent his own unnatural death—just like the night you made him lose his body, he escaped death by some means. And we're here today to find one of those things - the name of that dark magic item is 'Horcruxes'. Dumbledore glanced at the green glow in the center of the lake, "If I'm not mistaken, what we're looking for is on that small island in the middle of the lake." "

"But you're wrong. Solim muttered inwardly, "The stuff there's just a fake. "