Chapter 191: Potion: It can only be drunk

In the stone basin, there was a basin full of emerald green liquid, and the surface of the liquid was also very smooth.

Dumbledore reached out, but could not touch the liquid. He used some complicated spells to test it, muttering something silently, and after a long time, he put away his wand.

Looking at Wade who was quietly waiting beside him, Dumbledore said: "This liquid cannot be separated or scooped out, it cannot be made to disappear or deform by spells, and even hands cannot be put into it..."

"In this case, Wade, how do you think we should discover the secrets hidden in it?"

Wade said: "Drink it."

Dumbledore nodded: "Indeed, this is the only way."

"Just now when Regulus tried to attack Sirius, I saw traces of curses on his body, the same as the liquid in this stone basin."

Wade whispered: "He must have drunk a lot of this liquid before he died."

"Voldemort does not regard his subordinates as his companions, but treating a young man who was once loyal to him like this..."

Dumbledore did not finish his words, he shook his head with pity, and conjured a high-footed crystal cup in his hand.

Wade frowned and said, "You don't want to drink it yourself, do you, Professor?"

"Oh, I want to see its effect."

Dumbledore said easily, "Compared with you, my magic is more resistant to the harm of dark magic. And I believe that Voldemort should not want to kill people who come to this island immediately."

"So you are risking your life just by guessing?"

Wade said disapprovingly, "Why don't we move it together with the stone basin and take it to the outside world to deal with it?"

"I'm afraid not, Wade." Dumbledore said, "I think you should have discovered that this stone basin, stone pillars, and everything on the island are actually closely integrated with the entire lake and cave. Unless we have the ability to move all the objects in the entire cave together, there is no way to take the stone basin out."

"There is no imminent crisis that requires us to sacrifice ourselves to deal with it." Wade suggested again, "We can find a very heinous prisoner to drink it-there are many such people in Muggle prisons."

Dumbledore stared at him deeply.

"Doesn't it sound like it's not in line with the secular moral values?" Wade said frankly: "Professor, I'm not as righteous and kind as you are. If I have to sacrifice someone, I would rather choose a criminal than someone I'm familiar with."

Dumbledore was silent for a while before saying: "No... Wade... You think too well of me."

"I can't say how much sympathy I have for a death row inmate. I've seen too many innocent lives cruelly hurt... I've also hurt others."

"But even so... I never think it's right to sacrifice others for your own purposes, even if that person is a bad person."

"Wade, the weight of life is much heavier than we think... Even if you kill people for the sake of justice, your soul will be hurt."

"Voldemort disdains this. He fears death, but thinks that other people's lives are insignificant. But he was wrong, Wade, he made a very big mistake, so that his soul was riddled with holes."

Wade subconsciously thought: Didn't Voldemort split his soul in order to make Horcruxes?

Then he realized that according to Dumbledore, even without the Horcrux, when Voldemort killed someone, his soul had actually changed, but he didn't realize it.

Then he realized that even if Dumbledore might have done this, he was here at the moment.

In Dumbledore's eyes, Wade was a gifted child with a unclear sense of good and evil, and he could go wrong at any time.

The words and deeds of the people around him would affect his view of the world.

He was watching.

So Dumbledore would never achieve his goal by sacrificing others, even if it was the least costly method.

Wade sighed and said, "I understand, but I want to try my way, okay?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said.

Wade opened his bag, and a serious-looking man jumped out of it.

When he landed, he was only the size of a palm, but then, the puppet quickly "grew" under the effect of the expansion spell, and in a blink of an eye it was as tall as Dumbledore.

After kneeling on one knee to salute, he took the goblet from Dumbledore without saying a word, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Wade immediately looked at the stone basin, but saw that the liquid level did not seem to drop.

Then the second cup, the third cup...

After five or six cups, the puppet's movements became slower and slower. Finally, he sighed and said, "It's so hard to drink..."

As soon as the voice fell, the puppet lowered its head, and its whole body was as stiff as a stone. Wade poked it, but it did not respond.

The magic pattern circuits on its body had become a mess, and it seemed that even the properties of the material had changed. Even if Wade injected thoughts into it again, it would not be able to move.

Wade and Dumbledore looked at each other.

Then, he opened the wardrobe space and walked in. After a while, he came out again, holding a fat gray pig in his hand.

"Pig?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

"Yes." Weed said, "It's not one of those ordinary breeds that Hagrid raises. It is said that it has one-sixteenth of the blood of a T'bo Warthog, so it also has a weak magical power."

Ved touched the piglet's ears, which were more pointed than its peers, and its wide and flat nose. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he remembered something.

"Professor Dumbledore -" Ved said, "Transfiguration can turn people into animals, but can it turn animals into people?"

"Huh?" Dumbledore had never expected him to have such an idea. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Magic can indeed do it, but after the transformation, its essence is still a warthog."

"That's perfect. If it can really turn into a human, I won't have the heart to do it. But I suspect that this potion may be for a human or a humanoid creature to drink."

Ved tilted his head to signal the piglet, and said to Dumbledore, "Professor, please."

"...Okay."

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still followed Ved's instructions and pointed his wand at the piglet.

Enshrouded in light, the piglet struggled in panic, its limbs stretched, its nose and ears shrank, and its tail gradually disappeared in the rotation.

A few seconds later, a fat man in a gray robe sat on the ground.

It had only sparse yellow hair on its bald head, a pair of small black eyes that still had a hint of panic, a flat and wide mouth that looked like it could eat a child in one bite, short and thick limbs, and a bulging belly.

It didn't look like a pig, but a toad spirit squatting on the ground and turning into a human.

"Hum-ah--"

It opened its mouth and made a strange sound.