Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 334: One more cup

Wright asked softly: "Teacher, did you find anything?"

Wright's voice broke the surrounding silence and also awakened Dumbledore's attention from the pot of liquid.

"Look." Dumbledore turned his head and said to Wright.

He pulled his right hand out of the long-distance running sleeve and reached out to the surface of the pot of lavender liquid. But it seemed that there was an invisible resistance above the crystal stone basin, which blocked Dumbledore's right hand, and couldn't reach it.

"I can't touch it," Dumbledore said lightly. "It can only reach this level, and there is no way to move forward."

Dumbledore stared at the stone basin intently, and slowly said, "The liquid in the stone basin cannot be inserted into the palm of your hand, and you cannot separate it, scoop it dry, or exhaust it; you cannot use it. The disappearance spell makes it disappear, deform it with polymorphism, or change its nature in other ways."

"So there is only one conclusion, this liquid can only be drunk, not a single drop is left." Wright concluded.

"I'm afraid that's the case." Dumbledore nodded rather cautiously.

He looked at the stone basin, raised the old magic wand in his hand, and stirred it in the air.

Just as at the Christmas banquet three years ago, Wright saw the invisible air continuously converge with Dumbledore’s movements. After a while, a crystal clear high-footed crystal wine glass was out of thin air. He appeared in the air and was caught by Dumbledore again.

"There is no doubt that the potion in this crystal stone basin is the last level that prevents us from obtaining the Horcrux. It must be more worrying than the blood and dead bodies before." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "This potion It will definitely prevent me from acquiring the Horcrux. It may paralyze me and make me incapacitated; it may confuse my brain and make me forget the true purpose of my coming here; it may make me feel extremely painful, painful enough I begged you to die; or in other ways I was incapacitated."

"Wright," Dumbledore raised his head suddenly, "you can assure me that you will make sure that I keep drinking this liquid, even if you are forcing me to pour it into me tightly. Inside your mouth?"

The eyes of the two met over the stone basin, one was truly sad, the other weird.

"Teacher, you mean, you want to drink these liquids into your stomach alone, don't you?" Wright said hesitantly, "Even if it is forced, let you drink it?"

"Yes, Wright." Dumbledore said softly.

"I admit, I did have such impolite thoughts." Wright said, "but definitely not now, and definitely not letting you drink these poisons that keep exuding resentment."

Yes, these liquids can only be poison.

Almost certainly, it will cause irreversible and huge damage to people's body and spirit.

Even if Dumbledore didn’t mention it, Wright could faintly see that the stone basin filled with these liquids was the magic center of the entire cave. It was connected to both the protective magic and shielding magic in the sky and the black underneath. The lake and the corpse.

The corpses at the bottom of the lake are more than just guards.

Although it is not clear what the number of corpses at the bottom of the lake is, and why they were killed by Voldemort and put them here as corpses, Wright can be sure that these corpses are Most of them were definitely not bad guys with heinous crimes before they were alive.

Death for no reason has left their hearts with too much despair, sorrow, anger, pain... These invisible and colorless emotions, under the superb magical manipulation of Voldemort, have gone through decades The accumulation and change of time finally turned into the lavender liquid in this pool.

That's why, these liquids won't dry out, can't be pumped out, can't disappear or deform.

Because if you want to destroy these liquids, you can only apply your own magic to the entire cave. Only when this cave or even this cliff is completely destroyed, will these liquids have the possibility of losing their effect.

Dumbledore just said that Voldemort was too low-level, and didn't understand that there are many things more terrifying than physical damage. But Wright only realized now that Voldemort didn't understand that there are many injuries that are more terrifying than physical injuries, but he just focused his energy on the research of injuries that can make others feel painful.

Dumbledore likes to discuss the magic of love, but Voldemort also secretly promoted some other magic to unprecedented levels, the emotional magic that represents death, pain, hatred, and resentment.

For some reason, Wright suddenly remembered a topic he had discussed with Dumbledore in the principal's room, the emotional factors hidden behind the magic.

At this moment, the connection between those obscure magic and emotions finally unlocked a corner of the mystery to Wright at this moment.

Shaking his head and putting aside those things that need to be studied in depth in the future, Wright cheered up and said to Dumbledore: "Teacher, I'm afraid I can't agree to your request."

"Are you afraid that I would be poisoned to death by these liquids?" Dumbledore said pretendingly, "I believe it will not have that effect. Voldemort would not want to be so simply poisoned to come here. The people on the island, at least he needs some time to figure out how we know this place."

"But--"

"Do you remember the terms I brought you with?" Dumbledore interrupted Wright. "In those difficult situations, you have to obey my orders. And, I too I reminded you early that we will definitely be in danger, right?"

"Yes, it can—"

"Okay!" Dumbledore shook his sleeves up and raised his empty goblet~IndoMTL.com~This is my order! "

"Why can't you let Page come to drink the potion?" Wright almost rushed to say it.

"Because I am much older than you, also—wait, what? Peppa??"

"Can only human wizards drink these potions?"

"..." Dumbledore fell silent suddenly.

"Why do you show such great fearlessness and sacrifice at some point?"

"..." Dumbledore tugged hard at his beard.

"Remember what I said in front of the entrance?" Wright said, "Don't take self-action without authorization."

Without waiting for Wright to continue complaining, Dumbledore threw the crystal goblet into the liquid rather arrogantly, just like an angry little old man. The cup sank suddenly, the lavender liquid was filled into it in an instant, and Dumbledore took the cup out again.

He beckoned, grabbed Peppa who had been strapped to the side and almost fell asleep, and raised the crystal glass to his mouth.

"Good luck, Peppa."

Like a crazy old witch, Dumbledore poured the potion into Page's mouth rather rudely.

"Hey! Hey! Hey?"

Paige, who was struggling frantically, suddenly stopped moving, and his small eyes were filled with question marks.

"Hey..."

The corners of Wright's mouth twitched suddenly because he saw that Page seemed to be smacking his lips.

What's the reason for this? Is there such a big difference between the human esophagus and the goat’s esophagus?

Dumbledore put down Peppa, Wright drew off the shadow energy that was tied to Peppa, but Peppa didn’t resist at all. After it hits the ground, he sticks directly to Dumbledore’s feet with his head held high. , Seems to want to...

One more cup?