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Chapter 379 Affinity

Sherlock stared at the boat floating faintly on the lake, thinking about it.

"He used some kind of magic on this boat, and only one of us can get on it."

While he was speaking, Dumbledore had already walked up to the boat, and he touched the edge of the boat lightly, like a carpenter studying the material used for the hull.

"Yes, he used magic on the ship, but at that time his magic power was not so strong, or he subconsciously ignored something."

Dumbledore raised his wand as he spoke.

"The magic on this ship is restricted to adult wizards. Riddle looks down on little wizards and other non-human magical creatures under the age of 16. He feels that such people cannot find this place, so there are loopholes in the restrictions, and we It just so happens that this loophole can be exploited."

As he spoke, he waved his wand.

With just a simple wave and shake, Dumbledore's body underwent an astonishing change.

His entire body shrunk rapidly, and the black robe turned into jet-black feathers on his body. Two seconds later, he turned into a crow.

Dumbledore, who had turned into a crow, flapped his wings lightly and landed on Sherlock's shoulder. He opened his sharp beak and directed at Sherlock with his still old voice.

"Okay, we can go up now, Sherlock. Be careful not to touch the lake water on board."

For Dumbledore's otherworldly body transformation method, Sherlock didn't show much surprise. He had seen such ability many times before.

Sherlock stepped into the ghost boat, and after he stepped in, the boat started to drive automatically, gliding towards the middle of the lake.

"I can understand being a small animal like a bird, but why would you choose a crow, Professor?" Sherlock asked.

Dumbledore, standing on his shoulder, mentioned another matter instead.

"Do you know why Fox followed me?"

"Because...you helped it?"

"Maybe there is this aspect, but the main reason is that the family I came from, every member has a natural affinity with creatures like phoenixes, that's why some phoenixes like Fox, who actually don't like wizards, choose to follow me. You I have a similar affinity for you, Sherlock."

Sherlock couldn't help touching his forehead.

"You mean the crow?"

"That's right, in fact, these can be seen from the Patronus Charm or Animagus. You were born to be favored by the crows. I stand on you in this form, which will make the ship attached Magic is more confusing."

Sherlock complained silently.

"Being favored by crows, I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

At this time, Dumbledore did not continue this topic with him, but stared at the bottom of the lake around the boat, where a few pale figures faintly flashed past.

"They followed us right under the boat."

Of course, Sherlock had also noticed the ghost corpses who were always following them.

"But they don't seem to have any intention of attacking?"

"Maybe they haven't figured out that we're not Voldemort, or have other orders."

At this moment, the boat seemed to have collided with some hard object, and suddenly stopped moving forward.

Sherlock stood up, and he saw a rocky island in the middle of the lake.

The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office, and the rock surface was extremely smooth, obviously not the way it could have been formed naturally.

After walking onto the island, Dumbledore changed back to his human form. He and Sherlock looked side by side at a stone platform in the center of the island, on which was placed the same thing as a Pensieve.

They walked up to the stone platform and saw the things stored in the stone basin above.

It was a basin full of emerald green liquid that was glowing with phosphorescence.

Sherlock frowned looking at the basin of liquid.

He wasn't worried about not being able to detect what the liquid was, but that even though he had come here, the crescent mark on his left arm still didn't respond.

Such an obviously wrong thing made Sherlock feel a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"You're sure this is where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes, Professor, so there's no chance it's actually hiding something else important to him?"

Dumbledore didn't feel a sense of crisis like Sherlock, he shook his head and said.

"For Voldemort, what could he hide so solemnly? With his pride, apart from Horcruxes, I can't think of anything else that would require such energy for him."

"But it's still not right." Sherlock didn't hide anything, and directly said the source of his anxiety, "You know that because of the magic left by my mother, I can detect the existence of the Horcrux, but when I get here, the magic doesn't give me any information. Any feedback from me, Professor, that's not right!"

Dumbledore didn't take Sherlock's words seriously, and he frowned slightly as he looked at the emerald green liquid in the stone basin.

"Maybe some kind of magic cuts off your perception? Like these liquids."

He stretched out his wand, tapped into the stone basin, and then reached out to reach into the liquid, but it seemed to be blocked by some invisible thing.

"This liquid cannot be reached into, divided, scooped up, or pumped out, nor can it be vanquished, magically deformed, or otherwise altered in its nature."

"It might also shut off the perception your mother left behind."

But Sherlock still didn't feel right.

The magic that Sally left on him was due to the soul, and the detection of the Horcrux was naturally at the level of the soul.

And these liquids in the stone basin are all solid no matter how weird they are, how can solid things affect the perception of the soul?
But it has come to this time, neither Dumbledore nor he will be so willing to return without success.

Looking at the liquid in the stone basin, Dumbledore had obviously figured out a solution.

"This should be the last obstacle he designed. Since there is no other way, his idea should be obvious."

He waved his wand, and suddenly a goblet appeared in his other hand.

Such a move made Sherlock think of what he was going to do without even guessing.

"Wait, Professor"

However, before Sherlock could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Don't compete with me in such matters, Sherlock, I am much older and wiser than you, and I am much less worth than you."

(End of this chapter)