v5 Chapter 149： R．A．B
Fox eventually came back to pick up William.
Its careful thought, William saw through it at a glance.
Christmas is approaching and I'm afraid not to give it Christmas presents.
William will send it a lot of snacks every year, all countries have tastes.
Such a guy with no conscience. This year, William gave it snacks, and at most, **** with fried tail snails.
It's okay to eat fried tail snails, maybe Fox is also good for this one.
Arriving at the island, William looked around.
This smooth rock island, only the size of the principal's office, was empty all around, with a stone basin in the middle.
The stone basin was filled with an emerald-green liquid that glowed with phosphorescence.
The three walked over and stood in front of the stone basin, looking at the green liquid.
"It seems that after a while, it will automatically refill." William observed for a while.
According to Harry's dream, Tom drank all the potions. But at this moment, the liquid filled the stone basin again.
Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, the tips of his fingers pointing towards the liquid.
"If I can't touch it, I can't stretch my hand forward any more." He smiled with interest, "The two of you also try it."
William reached out, and he could clearly feel an invisible resistance. No matter how hard his hand pressed down, the air seemed to be hard and indestructible against his fingers.
Voldemort's 'black technology'... there are so many. It is estimated that the hiding place of this Horcrux is also his proud work.
Tom is going to be a black cute king. Can't he study magic and do the promising profession of magician?
So again: the Dark Lord's idea is great, but the next second is William's.
Dumbledore raised his wand and made some complicated movements on the surface of the liquid, chanting the spell silently.
But there was no movement, except that the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter.
"Hands can't touch, can't separate it, can't make it disappear with a Vanishing Charm, deform it with magic, or change its nature in any other way," Dumbledore said to himself.
"What if the liquid was scooped out and dumped?" Hermione thought for a moment.
William raised his wand, swirled it in the air, and transformed into a goblet of crystal glass in his hand.
He put the crystal cup into the liquid, and the cup sank all of a sudden, immersed in a large amount of potion.
Hands cannot touch, but objects can be immersed.
The goblet was quickly filled with potion, and the liquid in the stone basin decreased slightly.
William took out the cup and poured the liquid into the ground.
Hermione kept staring at the stone basin, shook her head and said, "The liquid in the stone basin has recovered again."
It seems that pouring the water out will not work, it will automatically restore the water level.
William thought for a while, and prepared to find a larger container and scoop out all the liquid at once.
He conjured up a large porcelain jar and put it into the stone basin again.
But only part of the liquid entered the jar, and it could no longer be poured.
"It seems that only a fixed volume of solution can be taken out at a time." Hermione analyzed:
"If you don't drink these potions, you can't continue to take liquids. If you pour them elsewhere, the water level in the stone basin will also recover."
She held her chin up and speculated:
"I think... if the potion is taken out with a cup, and if you don't drink it for a long time, the water level in the stone basin will automatically recover."
"It should be like this." William narrowed his eyes and said, "If you want to get a Horcrux, you can only drink it."
Several people were already mentally prepared. If there were other ways, little Tom would not choose to drink the potion.
Voldemort apparently took all the loopholes into account.
William and Hermione found no holes, and Dumbledore stared at the stone basin, his face reflected in the smooth green liquid.
The principal said slowly:
"There is no doubt that this potion will presumably paralyze the user, feel excruciating pain, be unable to concentrate, and forget what they are here for.
Or, incapacitated in other ways. "
"A wizard who is incapacitated will be killed by the corpse in the lake." William praised: "This protective mechanism... is still very cleverly designed."
Hermione nodded too.
"Then, someone needs to take it, the kind that won't die." William said, glancing at Fox.
It immediately exploded, and after a flash of fire, it disappeared without a trace.
"…"
What a coward to go with Yaya.
William just said that Fox would definitely not drink the potion.
Although Fox can be reborn, it is Dumbledore's little pet.
And it is impossible for the three of them to drink this potion.
Besides, William carried a lot of small animals with him.
He thought about it, and among the many magical animals, he chose Hagrid's daughter, the fried tail snail.
The fried tail snail is good, the body is strong, the physique is tough, and the most important thing... I don't know what it is.
So, it's definitely it.
William took out the fried tail snail, which lay groggy on the ground. A look of lethargy and drained.
He got too much blood drawn and was on sleeping pills and did get a little sluggish.
"Come on, have a drink, darling, you'll feel good after drinking it." William shoved the cup to the mouth of the fried tail snail.
He's like a weirdo who persuades girls to drink in a bar, waiting to pick up corpses after getting drunk.
If the fried tail snail refuses, he also has a way - an enema!
The fried tail snail finally drank it and made a weak cry. It's a pity.
Its usual barking is unpleasant, so it is impossible to tell whether it is drinking to the fullest or uncomfortable.
William assumed that it was the former, so cup after cup, without the slightest pause.
The fried tail snail swayed its tail and wanted to pierce William's arm, but the whole body was numb, and the rigid tail softened weakly.
It was lying on the ground, looking at William's eyes, it also began to be afraid.
demon!
That's the devil!
Hagrid, come and save me!
The fried tail snail gradually changed from fierce to fierce.
After a dozen cups of potion were poured into his stomach, the stone basin finally bottomed out.
Dumbledore picked up a locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it into his robe.
"We can go back," he said.
William put away the fried tail snails, and poured the last bit of potion into the goblet, ready to go back to study the ingredients.
If it wasn't for the conditions, he wanted to pack the stone basin and the bronze boat away.
These things may have been Voldemort's...but they'll all be William's.
Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and Fox appeared with a snap. It grabbed the three, and the fire flashed.
William quickly landed on the ground. He looked up and found that he had returned to the warm principal's office.
Dumbledore put the locket on the table, and the old principals stopped pretending to be asleep. They all opened their eyes and whispered to each other there.
Phineas Black even put on a monocle, trying to look around curiously.
William looked at the locket, frowning slightly. Intuition told him that something was wrong.
He has already come into contact with two Horcruxes, and he can be considered a battle-hardened man.
But this locket, unlike Ravenclaw's crown, doesn't have a gloomy feeling on it.
Dumbledore sat in the chair and turned the locket over.
The locket looks ordinary, without any signs. After he opened it gently, there was nothing else but a folded parchment tightly tucked inside.
The principal took out the piece of parchment, opened it and read:
To the Dark Lord:
I'd be dead long before you read this. But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.
I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible. I'm willing to risk my life so that you can be killed when you meet your opponent.
R. A. b.
"The Dark Lord... A Death Eater stole Voldemort's Horcrux." William said slowly, staring at the parchment.
Only Death Eaters would call Voldemort the Dark Lord.
"It seems so." Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers and touched the last signature lightly.
"R.A.B..." Hermione repeated, thinking about the famous wizards.
She knocked on her head, and Bo Wenqiang wrote:
"Rosaline Antigon Bangus... Rupert Axbank Brook Stanton... I can only think of these two famous wizards for a while."
"They don't match up at all, these people are not Death Eaters... William shook his head.
"Yeah, yeah," Hermione said in distress.
Phineas in the portrait suddenly said:
"Among the pure-blooded families, generally only the Black family's surname is B... I wrote the signature with P. Dumbledore's brows stretched, he nodded and said, "That's very clear. As far as I know, the Black family, only one wizard has become a Death Eater..."
"Sirius' younger brother - Regulus Arcturus Black!"
…
…
(Ask for recommendation votes, everyone.
Thanks to "LW Ye Yu" and "Lonely Snow A745" for their rewards)
Its careful thought, William saw through it at a glance.
Christmas is approaching and I'm afraid not to give it Christmas presents.
William will send it a lot of snacks every year, all countries have tastes.
Such a guy with no conscience. This year, William gave it snacks, and at most, **** with fried tail snails.
It's okay to eat fried tail snails, maybe Fox is also good for this one.
Arriving at the island, William looked around.
This smooth rock island, only the size of the principal's office, was empty all around, with a stone basin in the middle.
The stone basin was filled with an emerald-green liquid that glowed with phosphorescence.
The three walked over and stood in front of the stone basin, looking at the green liquid.
"It seems that after a while, it will automatically refill." William observed for a while.
According to Harry's dream, Tom drank all the potions. But at this moment, the liquid filled the stone basin again.
Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, the tips of his fingers pointing towards the liquid.
"If I can't touch it, I can't stretch my hand forward any more." He smiled with interest, "The two of you also try it."
William reached out, and he could clearly feel an invisible resistance. No matter how hard his hand pressed down, the air seemed to be hard and indestructible against his fingers.
Voldemort's 'black technology'... there are so many. It is estimated that the hiding place of this Horcrux is also his proud work.
Tom is going to be a black cute king. Can't he study magic and do the promising profession of magician?
So again: the Dark Lord's idea is great, but the next second is William's.
Dumbledore raised his wand and made some complicated movements on the surface of the liquid, chanting the spell silently.
But there was no movement, except that the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter.
"Hands can't touch, can't separate it, can't make it disappear with a Vanishing Charm, deform it with magic, or change its nature in any other way," Dumbledore said to himself.
"What if the liquid was scooped out and dumped?" Hermione thought for a moment.
William raised his wand, swirled it in the air, and transformed into a goblet of crystal glass in his hand.
He put the crystal cup into the liquid, and the cup sank all of a sudden, immersed in a large amount of potion.
Hands cannot touch, but objects can be immersed.
The goblet was quickly filled with potion, and the liquid in the stone basin decreased slightly.
William took out the cup and poured the liquid into the ground.
Hermione kept staring at the stone basin, shook her head and said, "The liquid in the stone basin has recovered again."
It seems that pouring the water out will not work, it will automatically restore the water level.
William thought for a while, and prepared to find a larger container and scoop out all the liquid at once.
He conjured up a large porcelain jar and put it into the stone basin again.
But only part of the liquid entered the jar, and it could no longer be poured.
"It seems that only a fixed volume of solution can be taken out at a time." Hermione analyzed:
"If you don't drink these potions, you can't continue to take liquids. If you pour them elsewhere, the water level in the stone basin will also recover."
She held her chin up and speculated:
"I think... if the potion is taken out with a cup, and if you don't drink it for a long time, the water level in the stone basin will automatically recover."
"It should be like this." William narrowed his eyes and said, "If you want to get a Horcrux, you can only drink it."
Several people were already mentally prepared. If there were other ways, little Tom would not choose to drink the potion.
Voldemort apparently took all the loopholes into account.
William and Hermione found no holes, and Dumbledore stared at the stone basin, his face reflected in the smooth green liquid.
The principal said slowly:
"There is no doubt that this potion will presumably paralyze the user, feel excruciating pain, be unable to concentrate, and forget what they are here for.
Or, incapacitated in other ways. "
"A wizard who is incapacitated will be killed by the corpse in the lake." William praised: "This protective mechanism... is still very cleverly designed."
Hermione nodded too.
"Then, someone needs to take it, the kind that won't die." William said, glancing at Fox.
It immediately exploded, and after a flash of fire, it disappeared without a trace.
"…"
What a coward to go with Yaya.
William just said that Fox would definitely not drink the potion.
Although Fox can be reborn, it is Dumbledore's little pet.
And it is impossible for the three of them to drink this potion.
Besides, William carried a lot of small animals with him.
He thought about it, and among the many magical animals, he chose Hagrid's daughter, the fried tail snail.
The fried tail snail is good, the body is strong, the physique is tough, and the most important thing... I don't know what it is.
So, it's definitely it.
William took out the fried tail snail, which lay groggy on the ground. A look of lethargy and drained.
He got too much blood drawn and was on sleeping pills and did get a little sluggish.
"Come on, have a drink, darling, you'll feel good after drinking it." William shoved the cup to the mouth of the fried tail snail.
He's like a weirdo who persuades girls to drink in a bar, waiting to pick up corpses after getting drunk.
If the fried tail snail refuses, he also has a way - an enema!
The fried tail snail finally drank it and made a weak cry. It's a pity.
Its usual barking is unpleasant, so it is impossible to tell whether it is drinking to the fullest or uncomfortable.
William assumed that it was the former, so cup after cup, without the slightest pause.
The fried tail snail swayed its tail and wanted to pierce William's arm, but the whole body was numb, and the rigid tail softened weakly.
It was lying on the ground, looking at William's eyes, it also began to be afraid.
demon!
That's the devil!
Hagrid, come and save me!
The fried tail snail gradually changed from fierce to fierce.
After a dozen cups of potion were poured into his stomach, the stone basin finally bottomed out.
Dumbledore picked up a locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it into his robe.
"We can go back," he said.
William put away the fried tail snails, and poured the last bit of potion into the goblet, ready to go back to study the ingredients.
If it wasn't for the conditions, he wanted to pack the stone basin and the bronze boat away.
These things may have been Voldemort's...but they'll all be William's.
Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and Fox appeared with a snap. It grabbed the three, and the fire flashed.
William quickly landed on the ground. He looked up and found that he had returned to the warm principal's office.
Dumbledore put the locket on the table, and the old principals stopped pretending to be asleep. They all opened their eyes and whispered to each other there.
Phineas Black even put on a monocle, trying to look around curiously.
William looked at the locket, frowning slightly. Intuition told him that something was wrong.
He has already come into contact with two Horcruxes, and he can be considered a battle-hardened man.
But this locket, unlike Ravenclaw's crown, doesn't have a gloomy feeling on it.
Dumbledore sat in the chair and turned the locket over.
The locket looks ordinary, without any signs. After he opened it gently, there was nothing else but a folded parchment tightly tucked inside.
The principal took out the piece of parchment, opened it and read:
To the Dark Lord:
I'd be dead long before you read this. But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.
I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible. I'm willing to risk my life so that you can be killed when you meet your opponent.
R. A. b.
"The Dark Lord... A Death Eater stole Voldemort's Horcrux." William said slowly, staring at the parchment.
Only Death Eaters would call Voldemort the Dark Lord.
"It seems so." Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers and touched the last signature lightly.
"R.A.B..." Hermione repeated, thinking about the famous wizards.
She knocked on her head, and Bo Wenqiang wrote:
"Rosaline Antigon Bangus... Rupert Axbank Brook Stanton... I can only think of these two famous wizards for a while."
"They don't match up at all, these people are not Death Eaters... William shook his head.
"Yeah, yeah," Hermione said in distress.
Phineas in the portrait suddenly said:
"Among the pure-blooded families, generally only the Black family's surname is B... I wrote the signature with P. Dumbledore's brows stretched, he nodded and said, "That's very clear. As far as I know, the Black family, only one wizard has become a Death Eater..."
"Sirius' younger brother - Regulus Arcturus Black!"
…
…
(Ask for recommendation votes, everyone.
Thanks to "LW Ye Yu" and "Lonely Snow A745" for their rewards)
RECENTLY UPDATES
Action
Xianxia
Fantasy
Fantasy
Contemporary Romance
Action
Josei
Fantasy