Chapter 377 Corpse at the bottom of the lake

Sirius curled his lips and said unhappily, "You want to apparate in? That may not be possible. You know there are a lot of restrictions here. We tried many ways but couldn't apparate in."

Robert looked at him helplessly. Brother, although you are a good person, can you use your brain? "Then you can tell me how Kreacher got out of here."

Sirius replied casually, "Of course it's the one who apparated out... eh?"

He slapped his head and shouted, "Yeah, why didn't I think of this?"

As he spoke, he looked at the house elf at his feet, squatted down, and hugged it, "The restrictions here don't work for you?"

Kreacher shook his head in confusion, "Kreacher doesn't know what the young master is talking about, but Kreacher can indeed disapparate."

Principal Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he said in a brisk tone, "You can also disapparate here?"

Kreacher nodded uneasily.

Principal Dumbledore and Sirius looked at each other with a satisfied smile.

"I see, because the magic of house elves is different from that of wizards. Therefore, the entire cave can protect against wizards, but it cannot have the desired effect on house elves." Principal Dumbledore nodded, and he couldn't help but twist his fingers. His own white beard said with a smile, "This is Voldemort's shortcoming. He always disdains getting along with house elves, so he doesn't know this, but we have people here who know the house elves very well."

He glanced at Robert and nodded, "It seems I need to pay more attention to the house elves in the castle."

Kreacher looked at the several wizards blankly, not knowing what they were talking about. He could only bend down and stand aside, looking pitifully at the reflection in the lake.

"In this case, we can completely eliminate the Inferi here without going over there." Sirius said carelessly, "After defeating them, we can find Regulus."

Principal Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not good here, it's too big."

Sirius looked at him with some confusion, "Wouldn't it be easier to see the activities of the Inferi in a more open space?"

Principal Dumbledore said helplessly, "However, there are only a few of us, and we have no idea how many Inferi there are down there."

Robert looked at Kreacher and asked softly, "Kreacher, do you know how many dead people are in the lake?"

"Kreacher doesn't know..." Kreacher shook his head, "But after the Dark Lord asked Kreacher to drink the potion, he shouted excitedly that he wanted all the Muggles and Muggle wizards he killed to be buried here. He is guarding the treasure..."

Robert's eyes widened, "What did you say?"

Principal Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, "I see. No wonder he killed so many people back then, but we rarely saw corpses. I thought it was just a rumor. But for Muggles, when someone dies, Well, a lot of people are still dead, and that would definitely be a big deal that would make the newspapers, but we haven’t seen any news about it.”

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "If there are no corpses, then everything will make sense. Without corpses, how can we say that many people died?"

Robert frowned and looked at the lake. After a long time, he asked with some uncertainty, "Professor, Black...well...I have one thing to ask you...do you know what my parents look like?" ?”

Principal Dumbledore glanced at him in astonishment, then looked at the calm lake, and said to himself, "Yes, why didn't I think of that? When Anna and Charles suddenly disappeared, I thought they might have been murdered. , but the body has never been found, and here..."

He narrowed his eyes and said, "I will notify the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible to salvage other corpses here. Maybe we will find many missing Aurors. Their corpses should not be used as puppets controlled by others here. They should be returned to their relatives to rest." .”

Sirius wiped his face and said firmly, "I will also come to help."

"Then, let's go to the island over there first and find the bodies of Regulus and Leslie while resisting the Inferi." Principal Dumbledore's face became more solemn.

The two quickly reached an agreement, and then called everyone over and told them that it would be dangerous to fight monsters next.

Harry was a little eager to try. This guy had been bullied since he was a child. He had been holding his breath and wanted to see how good he was in fighting.

Ginny hesitated for a moment and asked with some uncertainty, "I seem to have only learned the disarming spell?"

Hermione was a little excited, and she whispered something to Ginny. Ginny's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she nodded heavily.

"Because the Inferi are afraid of fire, I will arrange three layers of magic circles on the island and leave enough space for the Inferi to expose their heads." Robert checked his bag, "Blake, you have to be careful. It’s up to you whether my parents and Mr. Regulus can go home.”

Hermione curled her lips, "Three floors is too exaggerated."

"It's not an exaggeration." Robert explained, "Even the magic circle releases magic power with a time interval, just like a fountain. Have you ever seen a fountain that keeps spraying water and never stops?"

Hermione smacked her lips and asked uncertainly, "Does a broken water pipe count?"

Robert held his forehead, and Hermione looked at him with a smile.

"In short, although it will block most of the Inferi, it cannot block all of them." Robert looked at Ginny and Harry, "So, the Inferi that come over will be your sparring partners."

They both nodded, a little excited.

"Leave the magic potion to the professor." Robert said, "I wonder if the professor has any solution?"

Principal Dumbledore frowned and said with some uncertainty, "I have to see what kind of potion it is first..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, a little excited, "I want to take a look too." She was very interested in all potions.

Robert's body trembled, and a picture emerged in his mind. Hermione was holding a slender spoon, stirring in a large iron pot. There was a blazing flame under the iron pot, and there were countless frogs' legs, snakes and scorpions in the iron pot. Tail, dead branches, a group of purple undead "screaming" on the water.

Speaking of which, it really deserves to be called "The Scream". When I mention these two words, I can think of the distorted face.

Thinking about these messy things, Robert's face became more and more green. Just when he almost asked Hermione if she wanted to become an alchemist specializing in potions, Hermione turned her head and looked at him suspiciously. Robert, "What's your expression? I always feel like you're thinking of something rude."