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Chapter 378 Infernal Corpse
"Can you feel something, Sherlock?" Dumbledore said softly.

After entering the water, he always focused on Sherlock, who was controlling the magic, and could naturally feel what Dumbledore was observing.

"Traces of magic." Sherlock said, staring at the stone walls.

"Yes, he has tampered here, long ago, but very effective."

Dumbledore was like an ordinary Muggle explorer who was exploring the cave, patting the cold stone walls with his palm, without any wizardry at all.

But relying on such ordinary groping, he quickly determined a position.

"This is just the vestibule, the entrance hall," said Dumbledore after a moment. "We need to go inside. Now it is Voldemort's traps that are blocking us, not nature's obstacles."

Sherlock also stared at the stone wall touched by Dumbledore's palm at this time.

"It doesn't feel advanced?"

"Don't doubt your judgment, this can indeed be called a low-level, or petty trick."

Dumbledore had already taken two steps back at this time, and he aimed his wand at that direction.

The next moment, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light shining behind the crack.

But this scene only lasted for a moment, the light shrank, and the cave returned to its previous state.

Sherlock touched his chin, his control of magic allowed him to feel the fluctuation of magic power more intuitively than Dumbledore.

"He made us pay something, trying to weaken our strength?"

When Sherlock asked questions, Dumbledore had already pulled out a short silver knife from his robe, which was the kind that normal students used to cut potion materials in potion class.

"That's why I said his technique is very low-level." His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was disappointed that Voldemort's performance was just like this.

Sherlock frowned, and he stopped Dumbledore from trying to use the knife.

"Don't teach it like this, we have other better methods."

"There is no way to avoid some magic, Sherlock." Dumbledore's voice was relaxed, and he had aimed the silver dagger at his arm, "This is what he thinks he is clever, but this way Inevitable magic used to do things like this shows his stupidity, and it's just the price of some blood."

Afterwards, he didn't wait for Sherlock to make a sound, and he plunged the silver dagger deeply into his forearm!

In the next second, a burst of bright red sprayed from his wound, and the surface of the rock was immediately covered with shiny, dark red blood drops!
Sherlock looked at the resolute old man with a headache on his face. He took out a small bottle of white powder from his robe pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Even if you really want to see blood, you don't need to be so anxious as an old man, am I more suitable?"

Dumbledore took the bottle of white powder, and lightly sprinkled some on the wound on his arm, and then the deep bone-deep wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your blood is younger and more precious than mine, so I'm more suitable. This bottle of fresh blood is very good, where did you buy it?"

"Buy? Snape really wanted to ask me for money, but I wrote him an IOU."

While they were talking, on the stone wall, the light gate that flickered for a moment and then disappeared appeared again.

But now it is not disappearing, but has been maintained on it until the two walked in together.

It was a very strange sight before them.

Sherlock and Dumbledore stood on the shore of a large black lake. The lake was so wide that it stretched as far as the eye could see, and they couldn't see the far shore at all.

The cave they were in was so high that they couldn't see the top of the cave when they looked up.

In the distance, as if in the middle of the lake, there was a dim, green light shining, reflected in the dead lake below, except for that green light and the light from the two magic wands in their hands, the surrounding area was completely dense. The darkness that can't be opened, and the light from the illuminating spell in their hands can't reach very far at all. The darkness here seems to be denser and thicker than ordinary ones.

They walked along the lake, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged. The lake was as calm as a mirror, and there was a disturbing green light in the middle of the lake.

"There's something wrong with this lake."

Sherlock stared at the dark bottom of the lake where he couldn't see anything, and said with a frown.

"A lot of dead bodies, the bottom of the lake is covered with dead bodies."

Dumbledore took Sherlock to keep as far away from the lake as possible.

"Don't touch these lakes, let's find out first, where do you think Voldemort will hide the Horcrux?"

Sherlock looked towards the green light in the lake.

"The answer to that question is a little too obvious."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "It seems to be placed there on purpose, trying to lure people who enter here."

Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Aha! Have you noticed anything, Sherlock?"

Dumbledore was staring at the stone wall next to them, while Sherlock kept looking at the lake.

"A boat, Professor, is just under the water, and there is a magic chain holding it, and the other end is just on this stone wall."

"Enviable observation skills, Sherlock, there is nothing more enjoyable than finding things with you."

Dumbledore said happily. He closed his hand and grabbed something invisible in the air. He held that hand in the air, and held his wand in the other hand. He tapped his fist with the tip of the wand. .

Immediately, a thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and rushed towards Dumbledore's clenched fist.

The chain slipped through his hand, and then hovered on the ground like a snake, and then a ghost-like boat suddenly emerged from the lake, without causing any ripples, it just rowed towards them.

"Why did he leave such a vehicle here for people to pass?" Sherlock looked at the boat suspiciously.

"Voldemort needed a way to get across the lake in case he needed to visit or take his Horcruxes, so as not to anger those he had placed in the lake."

Dumbledore said in a low voice.

"There are so many corpses, there can only be one kind of creature in the wizarding world."

He didn't say what the creature was, but Sherlock naturally understood what those things at the bottom of the lake were.

A walking dead without consciousness—inferi!
(End of this chapter)