Chapter 142 The Magical Magnetic Field Turns the Second Heaven

"Okay! We can set off!" Sirius ran back again.

Holding a photo of Regulus Black in his hand, he had an extremely satisfied smile on his face.

No one except Bagir knew what Sirius had done.

Bajier didn't have any bad taste to criticize or tease.

At this moment, earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body.

After installing "The Dark Lord·Broken Soul", his magic magnetic field became more active.

It's like changing from solid ice to water.

As long as he pays attention to 'listen', he can know the thoughts of Sirius, Lupin, Kreacher and Dobby.

Even without relying on the "Sword of Truth and Goodness" and the "Core of Good and Evil·Eternal Life", he could still detect the emotions of Dumbledore and Flamel.

That metaphysics, what is called self, begins to reveal itself in the chaotic ocean of thought, and is being mastered by Bagir.

Just like he can decide how to swing his hands and feet, he can decide what state the "I" thing is in.

He can decide when to birth, immerse, and stop all emotions such as sadness, joy, and anger.

Even if he removes the Echo: [Doctor of Spells] and the [Killing Intention] of 89.17 carried by the talent [Killing Intent], it will not turn him into a madman who only knows eh hey.

He was now his true master.

It took Voldemort a long time to reach the great wizard, dismantle himself, split his soul, and he achieved the state of being near death many times through just one echo.

Without manipulation, the magical magnetic field rotates automatically, in a more complex form.

On the data panel, [Magic Power: 11+12] suddenly changed to [Attack Power: 11+12].

Then, the subsequent value also changed from 11+12 to 22+12.

The wizard's ever-present magic transformed into a conceptual existence, something that could not be described by size, mass, shape, etc., became even larger.

"Does this count as the magic magnetic field turning the second heaven?" He couldn't help but think.

Now he really hoped that a few inferi would emerge from the mirror-flat lake in front of him so that he could try the water.

Unfortunately, the reality is that now a few of them are gathering in front of the green stone basin, staring at the emerald green liquid that emits sparkling phosphorescence and discussing.

The two elves were trembling and did not dare to speak.

Sirius frowned: "Regulus has obviously drank it all and replaced the locket inside, but why is it——"

Lu Ping guessed: "This may be the eternal potion. This stone basin or the entire island is the mother body for brewing it, which can make it endless and replenished."

"Yes, it is." Dumbledore smiled faintly, "It's really interesting, I can't touch it."

His hand was reaching towards the stone basin, wanting to touch the liquid.

But he encountered an invisible resistance and his hands could not get close to the liquid.

No matter how hard he stretched his hand down, what his fingers seemed to touch was extremely hard and indestructible air.

"I'll give it a try," Flamel said.

He raised his wand and made some complicated movements on the surface of the liquid, muttering something silently.

But there was no movement, but the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter.

"I generally understand. You can't put your hand into this kind of magic potion, you can't use the disappearing spell to make it disappear, you can't separate it, scoop it dry or drain it, you can't deform it, or cast a spell on it. Or change its properties in other ways."

"There is only one way, use your own body as a container and drink it all."

"It seems that Regulus is not just stupid."

This drew glares from Sirius and Kreacher.

Sirius snorted and said, "Of course, that's my brother."

Bagir touched his chin, "I have a question. Does this potion have its own consciousness?"

"If you bring a goat over and feed it, wouldn't you break the trap?"

Dumbledore looked at Bargeer in surprise, "You'd better not let Aberforth hear this. You know how much he loves goats."

"Okay, I was just joking. I'm afraid your method won't work."

"Kreacher was an accident."

"Based on what I know about Tom, when finding the cave and crossing the lake from the entrance to the island, there will be traps that will force the intruders to weaken themselves, but will not force them to retreat."

"For example, donating blood makes your body weak and you can only come to the island alone."

"And if Kreacher hadn't informed us in advance, no normal intruder would have thought of bringing a living creature to drink the potion on his behalf."

Bagir: "So this method is feasible?"

Flamel shook his head: "It's not feasible."

"Albus did not use magic to test the properties of the stone basin and the potion like I did."

"So he can only speculate on Voldemort's thinking mode and speculate logically."

"The reason why this potion can only be reduced by drinking it."

"It's because the prerequisite for its disappearance is that it has to work, react with the thinking of the life that subdues it, and lead to despair."

"So, only intelligent creatures drinking it will make it disappear."

"A goat won't do, unless he's Aberforth."

Bagir: "That's right. Then I don't care about the potion."

"Isn't it okay if I just set off a powerful fire and destroy the Horcrux along with the stone basin?"

Flamel still shook his head: "This stone basin is integrated with the black stone slabs all over the island."

"Under the influence of magic, if you use strong fire, the fire will first burn the Lake of Inferi, then the islands, the stone slabs, and finally the stone basin."

"Voldemort will sense that something is going on here and arrive in plenty of time."

Bagir: "Isn't this also okay?"

"By the way, I noticed that the air around the stone basin is very dry."

"I'm afraid, we won't be able to create liquid on this island either."

"I estimate that this potion will not only make people delirious and make their internal organs feel like they are being burned, but it will also make people thirsty."

"But the only source of water is the lake full of inferi."

"A wizard who is so delirious that he loses the ability to cast spells ends up as a member of the lake."

"But Voldemort's arrangements in front are more likely to make the intruder lose the ability to resist."

"Keep them alive a little longer, figure out how they were able to get past his defenses, and most importantly, figure out why they were so eager to empty the stone basin. After all, Voldemort believed he was the only one who knew about his Horcruxes."

"Otherwise, he could turn this potion into poison."

Flamel nodded, "Maybe that guy Voldemort really thinks so."

"As for the spell model on this small island, he sacrificed a lot in order to maximize the protection of the Horcrux."

"The thing that sacrificed the most was his grasp of real-time information about this cave."

"Only if a living wizard lies beside the stone basin for more than three hours, or if the cave is destroyed, will Voldemort receive the signal."

"That's why Regulus changed the locket and Voldemort didn't know anything about it."

"Because, according to normal logic, this is simply unreasonable."

"Voldemort never imagined that an elf would survive and reach the island directly."

"I checked."

"Based on my experience."

"A normal wizard's mind can only accept one-tenth of the potion."

"In other words, the person collapsed to the ground before he finished drinking."

"Without the help of a second person, there would be no chance of finishing the potion."

"Even after drinking, I don't have the energy to climb to the lake and drink water."

"Then alert the Inferi."

He did not continue.

He raised his wand, twirled it in the air, and conjured a tall crystal wine glass into his hand.

The cup passed smoothly through the wall of air on the surface of the stone basin, submerged into it, and scooped out a full cup.

He drank it like a glass of wine, "Just as I calculated."

He looked at Dumbledore, "I'm afraid you can only bear three cups without collapse. You will probably need help from others for the fifth cup."

"However, for me who has been worn down by time and become numb, it is actually a good medicine."

He scooped up another full cup and drank it in one gulp, "I seem to be alive!"

Just as he was about to scoop up another glass, Sirius stopped him.

"Can I have a drink? There is no requirement for this potion to be drunk by only one person."

Flamel raised his eyebrows, "Of course there is no such rule. That Voldemort must have a spell to ensure that the number of wizards arriving here is one."

"There are still 8 cups left. You watch and drink, and leave some for me."

Lupine wanted to speak to stop him, but he still didn't speak.

Sirius took it, scooped a full glass and drank it.

His eyes closed and his breathing began to become heavy.

Flamel looked him over and said, "You are too fragile, just like an average person."

"Bring it to you!" Flamel grabbed the cup.

Lupine quickly stepped forward and supported Sirius who was about to fall.

Sirius seemed to be crying and laughing, "I am indeed a coward. Regulus drank 10 glasses of wine."

Then he buried his face in Lupin's chest and started crying.

Lupine comforted, "You are not a coward, Flamel said, this is the level of ordinary people."

He was just about to add that Regulus was assisted by Kreacher.

As a result, Kreacher was in tears, but he added proudly: "Master Regulus drank three times the amount of the Prodigal Son on his own!"

Sirius howled louder.

And LeMay also ushered in the last cup.

After drinking it all in one gulp, he smacked his mouth, his gray eyes filled with tears, but he looked satisfied.

It's as if a full set of horse-killing chicken has just been done.

"It's decided! I want to keep this coordinate."

It seemed that Flamel was planning to make this a regular bar.

Kreacher had already picked up the locket and seemed to be rubbing it closer to his arms. He screamed: "Regulus's locket!"

This voice made Sirius regain his composure.

He stretched out his hand, "Give it to me!"

Kreacher took steps forward reluctantly, the locket in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"Kreacher is unwilling to hand over Master Regulus's treasure to a prodigal. But Kreacher can only do this."

"Mistress of Kreacher, how sad you would be if you were still here!"

"She doesn't know how!" Sirius snatched it away and couldn't wait to put it on his face.

Sniffing like a dog, it seems that he wants to smell his brother's scent.

This locket is not made of gold, and it is much smaller. It does not have the gorgeous patterns and the gorgeous "S" mark unique to Slytherin.

But in Sirius' heart at this moment, it was the most precious treasure besides his brother's body.

Click, during the grinding, the lid of the locket opened.

"The smell of Regulus!" In an instant, Sirius turned into a dog's nose.

There was no partial animalization that any animagus could achieve, and now he had achieved it.

It was a piece of parchment, folded over where the portrait had been.

He unfolded it carefully and read with a trembling voice:

To the Dark Lord:

I'll be dead before you read this. But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as quickly as possible.

I am willing to risk my life in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

R.A.B.

Tears instantly blurred his eyes.

He howled like a wolf, and hugged Kreacher who suddenly rushed forward.

Leaving aside Lupin.

For the moment they seemed to have forgotten their dislike of each other.

Dumbledore wiped his tears and said, "Regulus is a hero!"

Flamel, who was baptized by the potion of despair, cried again in cooperation, "It's amazing. I have never seen such a brave Blake."

"Is he really not a descendant of Gryffindor?"

Bajir, "Did you forget one thing? We only have one hour."

"The most important thing is to obtain Regulus' body."

"Yes!" Sirius wiped his tears, held hands with Kreacher, and stood up.

He carefully stuffed both the parchment and the locket back into his arms.

"What should we do? Kreacher has been here many times but has not been found."

"It's very simple." Flamel waved his magic wand, and a stone gathered in the air and sank into the dark lake with a thud.

The surface of the lake began to no longer be as smooth as a mirror, and began to stir violently.

Looking up, there are white heads and hands emerging from the dark water everywhere. Men, women, and children, all with sunken, blind eyes, floating toward the rocks - - A large number of dead bodies emerged from the dark lake.

"What do you think of life? Tom!" Dumbledore's angry magnetic field began to radiate, and his auburn hair seemed to turn fiery red.

Everyone around them felt as if the air was burning.

Flamel's cold, rational magnetic field also radiated, heading towards Dumbledore, "Don't forget our purpose. If you do this, no Inferi will dare to approach."

The burning sensation in the air subsided instantly, and the Inferi that stayed by the lake began to continue climbing.

Their withered hands grasped the slippery rocks, their hollow, foggy eyes stared at them, their water-soaked rags were dragged behind them, and their sunken faces exuded an evil aura.

They also stared at the faces of the Inferi.

Trying to find familiar faces inside.

Before coming, Sirius showed Regulus's photo to people who didn't know Regulus, including Bagir, Flamel, and Dobby.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Dumbledore waved his wand twice casually.

The air in front of the Inferi turned into a thick, swamp-like texture.

While they moved slowly, they were lifted upward by the power of the levitation spell.