The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

If Harry was allowed to come, he would not be able to move a land the size of a small island; and if Dumbledore were allowed to come, he might be able to, but it would only be able to shake three points of it.

But everything has a limit.

After Cyrus erupted with such a strong force, he must meditate for a while to stabilize.

Dumbledore looked at the stone slab meaningfully, and after helping Cyrus to squeeze into the gap that was finally pulled out, he realized that there was a cave inside, and it was endless.

There was darkness thicker than black all around, except for the illuminating spell issued by Dumbledore and Harry, there was only a green light in the distance.

This kind of blackness is like the effect produced by the gathering of countless dementors. Its darkness can even cover those ordinary lights... and in front of them is a lifeless lake.

"We have to go to the very middle," Dumbledore said, pointing to the very middle, "but this time... we can't touch the water"

"Why don't you use the Flying Curse?" Harry wished he could get out of this ghostly place as soon as possible, as long as he had something to do with Voldemort, he hardly looked like someone he could see in the underworld.

"Maybe you can try..."

Harry cleared his throat, and loudly shouted the Flying Curse towards the endless center of the lake, but as the loud explosion echoed in the darkness, he didn't see the green light approaching in the distance.

Instead, a skinny thing suddenly sprang out from the lake, blocked the spell, and flew towards Harry.

Cyrus, who was standing in front of him, kicked it back into the lake, and both Cyrus and Harry saw clearly what the white thing was:

It was clearly a skeleton with skin and mud hanging from it.

"What's that?!" Harry jumped back in shock, clutching his beating heart.

"Obviously the Infernal Corpse...Maybe those who were killed by Voldemort" Cyrus looked solemn, and their shadows were reflected on the calm water surface, "From the entrance of the entrance, the positive places are all interrelated "

Dumbledore agreed with him.

That's right, the entire area is forbidden to cast magic, and once a wizard tries to use a spell, it will cause Inferi to sink at the bottom of the lake, just like a Muggle sensory device.

And the Inferi... no doubt, there must be more than one...

"But at least Voldemort must have a way to allow himself to visit or take away Horcruxes"

When Dumbledore was looking for it, Cyrus commanded a stone slab to float up, and then Harry didn't understand how Cyrus did it, but he could see that the slate sank uncontrollably as soon as it got close to the water.

Originally, Cyrus planned to let someone ride on the stone slab and float over slowly, but it was obviously impossible. (One reed across the river)

"Found it!" Dumbledore suddenly grabbed a string of chains, tapped it with his wand, and then pulled a boat from the lake, but it seemed that it couldn't accommodate three people at the same time.

At the same time, Dumbledore's reminder poured cold water on Harry again.

"Now there are two problems. First, we must be prepared to be discovered by the necromancer; second, the candidates... Voldemort will not consider the weight, but the magical power of an adult wizard"

In other words, it seems that only one person can be boarded.

But according to the growth of magic power is related to the growth of wizards, so the 16-year-old Harry is not included, but this time there is Cyrus... When he was Hermione's potion tester, he was quite Drink the magic tonic.

Therefore, based on the magical power, there are two qualified riders here.

"Harry's strength is negligible compared to ours, so it's either me and Harry, or the professor and Harry?" Cyrus quickly deduced two combinations.

Although these words made Harry a little discouraged...

Cyrus and he stood behind Dumbledore, looked at each other, and the answer was obvious.

They didn't intend to ask Professor Dumbledore to pay anything. Rather, they were reluctant... One lost a loved one early, and the other almost lost them.

"I understand!"

Harry jumped on it almost without thinking, and the wooden boat caught him firmly without any shaking.

"Wait...Cyrus, you should stay!" Dumbledore stared, and just when he was about to follow Harry, he was suddenly pulled back by Cyrus.

"Enough of what you've just done, I'm afraid you don't understand... There are some things that only I know what Voldemort set up, it won't let you get things so easily..."

Dumbledore knew Tom Riddle best and what obstacles it would throw up.

"No, Professor... In that case, you shouldn't have called me here" The boat started to move away from the shore, but Dumbledore could only watch helplessly.

In the end, the professor ran to the edge of the lake, his first half of his foot was lost, and he would fall in if he took another step forward. He could only shout: "Think about those memories, those memories are the most important!!"

After driving for about 5 minutes, the darkness completely separated the two people on the boat from Dumbledore on the shore.

In the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, you can only see the light from the professor's wand. The Illumination Charm, which should have been shining like day, is like a lantern here.

Harry hugged his legs and squeezed on the side of the boat. In terms of size, two 16-year-old children couldn't occupy much space.

Cyrus was sitting on the bow of the boat, like a ferryman in Greek mythology, holding a lantern. It's a pity that Harry doesn't have two Galleons in his hand now...

The boat is like a knife, cutting out ripples on the mirror.

With the light from the bow, Harry saw countless ghostly hands, as white as marble, and those Inferi were sleeping under the water, and there were far more of them than Harry had imagined.

"These...are all the people who were killed?" He suppressed the rejection reaction of wanting to vomit.

"Maybe it's just the tip of the iceberg"

Just like what Cyrus said, as the boat gradually went deeper, it not only sank to the bottom of the water, but some even floated on the surface of the water. Even if the bodies of those people died, they became part of Voldemort's army.

On a ghost body floating on its back, they saw the distorted expression on its face, as if it was enduring pain with all its strength.

But it was not without good news, the green light became brighter and brighter, and finally the boat crashed into a smooth crystal-like rock island, and Harry carefully avoided the lake water and walked up.

He sometimes wondered, if Cyrus wasn't that strong, could Dumbledore come here with him?

But at the thought of his dead mother, Harry shook his head and shook off the bad thoughts in his mind.

In the middle of the island there is a huge raised rock, on which there is a basin filled with an emerald green liquid, which seems to be able to see through the dense dark green light, and it is this liquid that emits.

Cyrus raised his wand, pointed at the basin, and chanted a series of complicated runes, but it didn't have the slightest effect either.

'Try space? ' His wand prodded, but there was a wall of air that never got close to the liquid.

In Harry's eyes, he seemed to be grabbing a cloud of air, and when he squeezed it, everything around him seemed to fall apart, and the base began to reverse.

Underneath the liquid was the Slytherin locket they were looking for.

But when Cyrus twisted and turned over the stone basin, the liquid in it remained motionless:

When the reality was briefly affected by the mirror space, the stone basin split into eight petals like a flower, but the liquid inside was still floating in the air.

Like a blister, it wrapped around the black locket.

Harry was so anxious that he jumped on the spot, and now he could almost reach out. He recalled Dumbledore's reminder, and frantically searched for everything about Tom Riddle in his mind.

"Riddle is a potion genius...and a lunatic...then this is probably a potion?!" Harry walked back and forth on the shore irritably, muttering incessantly.

So what should it do with these evil potions?

Liquids... Potions... Water... Dumbledore has been beside them from the very beginning, emphasizing 'don't touch the lake water' many times.

For a moment, the vicious Harry raised his head, looked at Cyrus who was still thinking about how to separate the 'poison' through the green glowing blisters, his eyes full of hesitation.

"Perhaps Voldemort just wanted others to drink it..."