The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 335 Black Lake
"Gryffindor boy, you should carry that kind of thing with you!" Grindelwald chuckled, then turned to look at Melda.

Melda who was read also responded with a smile.

Then he put his right hand into his pocket, fumbled a bit, and took out a dark red glass bottle.

This is a small jar of Acromantus blood, a relatively precious magic material, which he carries with him.

Of course, it wasn't just the acromantula, there were countless kinds of herbs and magic materials in his small pocket, and there were more than a dozen kinds of blood from magical animals alone.

Afterwards, he threw the bottle of glass directly on the wall in front of him, and with a "bang", the crisp sound of glass breaking echoed in this small hollow.

Blood was spilled on the walls.

Then the wall suddenly looked like collapsed building blocks, slowly falling away piece by piece, and then a path appeared.

It was a cave entrance, and there was a faint darkness in front of it.

"Be careful!" Dumbledore stretched out his hand to protect the young wizards behind him, and then looked ahead vigilantly.

Harry, Hermione and the others also took out their wands keenly.

"The ultimate fluorescent sparkle."

Clusters of light flew out of everyone's wands and flew towards the sky.A few clusters of fluorescence turned into little suns, illuminating the area brightly.

At this time, everyone finally saw the strange scene ahead.

At this moment, they were standing on the shore of a huge black lake.

The lake is so wide that it stretches as far as the eye can see, and you can't even look up to see the other side.

This reminded Harry and the others of the cave under the giant spider's lair.There is very similar to here, the same huge hollow, can't see the edge, surrounded by rock walls, and you can't see the roof of the cave when you look up.

The only difference is that this time a large lake appeared in front of them.

Even if there are several clusters of fluorescent light in the air, they can't penetrate the indelible darkness of the lake at all.

Only the green light flashing from time to time under the surface of the lake reveals that this place is not as peaceful as it seems.

"It's an exaggeration. This place cannot be formed naturally." Melda looked around and said in amazement.

Not only, the surrounding environment, there are a lot of magic forbidden in this area, that lake.
He looked at the calm lake, and heard the sound of weak water in Chinese mythology. The so-called feathers are not floating, and cannot be crossed. Except for the small boat prepared by Voldemort, no other magic can cross this large lake.

This was definitely carefully modified by Voldemort, and it didn't happen overnight. He must have put a lot of thought into it.

"Is Regulus' body in this lake?" Sirius stared at the lake in a daze, his voice was not as frivolous as before, but with a hint of uncontrollable sadness.

"There is an island in the lake, master! Master Regulus was killed there." Kreacher also controlled the tears in his eyes, tears the size of mung beans flowed out of his big eyes, he sobbed, While saying: "Master Regulus, what a kind child, he sacrificed himself and let Kreacher escape alone."

Listening to Kreacher's narration, Sirius could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, he suddenly rushed forward, as if he wanted to jump into the lake, looking for Regulus' body.

"Wait! Sirius!"

Looking at his figure, Harry instinctively called out.

"Are you in a hurry to die?" Grindelwald waved his hand, and a strong gravitational force, like a huge palm, directly pulled Sirius back.

"Damn it, let me go!" he yelled loudly, aiming his wand at Grindelwald.

"If you want to die, then I have no objection, but if you want to find your brother, then I advise you to be quiet." Grindelwald said coldly.

He has read the memories of Sirius. He has browsed through all the memories from childhood to adulthood, so he naturally recognizes Regulus.He can also figure out the general idea of ​​the intricate emotions.

Grindelwald is not Voldemort's crippled boy who lacks love. He knows in his heart how precious and beautiful the relationship between people is.

For quite a long time in the past, he had relied on this kind of thing to control many wizards.

"Sirius, it won't help if you do this." Dumbledore behind him said suddenly, and as his voice fell, he picked up a stone.Then, after a graceful parabola, the stone falls into the water.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of entering the water, suddenly countless white arms popped out, and more and more gathered, after a while, the area where the stones entered the water was full of limbs.

The carnival of corpses flooded the area without warning.Like a drowning person, waving his hands helplessly and frantically, trying to grab something, but unfortunately, there is nothing there.

"What is this?" Hermione was startled by the sudden appearance of a horrifying scene, and she quickly backed away, leaning towards Melda.

Harry's face was also a bit ugly, but it was much better than Hermione's. During the period when he was in a coma in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, his dreams were full of all kinds of disgusting and frightening pictures. These, although surprising, were not enough to frighten him.

"Inferi." Melda held Hermione's hand and explained softly, "Voldemort killed at least one town's residents."

"I'm afraid so." Dumbledore's voice became more and more solemn, his face was full of seriousness again, looking at those poor guys in the lake, he couldn't help being slightly absent-minded.

Those were Muggles who went missing in the First Wizarding War, and Riddle had brought them here, killed them, and turned their bodies into ghouls.

Evil and inhuman.

"This" the restrained Sirius finally calmed down, he was taken aback by the scene in front of him, but then he was buried by greater sadness, because he knew that his brother was among the waving arms.

"There are too many ghost corpses at the bottom of the lake. We must try our best to go to the small island in the center of the lake, where Regulus fell into the water. No one has been here for at least ten years. If this is the case, then his corpse should be returned. In the falling position." Dumbledore glanced at Sirius, then calmly stretched out his hand.

"But how do we get there? If magic cannot be cast on the lake." Sirius looked at the lake, and the lake returned to calm without any waves.

"There is a boat, Kreacher remembers it, but it doesn't know the location of the boat." Kreacher shouted excitedly in his bullfrog voice.

"Kreacher is right." Dumbledore laughed, and then there was a sudden ripple on the surface of the lake, and suddenly a huge iron chain emerged from the water, and he firmly grasped it in his hand.

"There is a boat."

(End of this chapter)