It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 380

"No, I don't want to say that."

"Also, this potion will definitely prevent me from acquiring a Horcrux. It will probably paralyze me, make me forget what I am here for, cause me excruciating pain, distraction, or otherwise incapacitate me .If that happens, Sherlock, it's up to you to make sure I keep drinking it, even if you have to pour the potion into my tightly shut mouth, understand?"

"I mean to say!"

Sherlock had to raise his voice, forcing Dumbledore's attention to himself.

"This place is still wrong. Although I still can't tell where it is wrong, I may have a way to detect it."

As he spoke, he fumbled in his pocket with his right hand, and quickly pulled out a bottle of golden "grit" from his pocket in front of Dumbledore.

Seeing Sherlock take out the bottle, Dumbledore's face became obviously a little surprised.

"This is... how did you find this thing?"

Last time at the award ceremony, although Sherlock told him that Silk's eyes had been healed by Mrs. Matthew, he didn't mention the [time scraps] that were taken out, so Dumbledore was very concerned about this matter. Things do not know.

"This is the thing that polluted Vera's eyes before. After Mrs. Matthew took it out, she gave it to me. It's called..."

"[Time Shards], an important material used to make time converters in the past."

Before Sherlock could say the name, Dumbledore had already revealed the source of this thing.

"Yes, Mrs. Matthew said that this is [Time Shards] improved by her ancestors. If these things are attached to the object, you can see the history of the object from its creation to the present."

"We can use this. This stone platform must have been built when Voldemort came to hide things. As long as we can see its history, we can figure out whether the thing under the liquid is a Horcrux. After we figure this out, we It’s not too late to decide who will drink these potions.”

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock with approval, and he made no secret of his joy.

"There is no more reliable choice than this, so let us take a look at the history of this stone platform first."

Without any hesitation, Sherlock opened the cork, aimed at the stone platform in front of him, and tapped the glass bottle lightly. The golden stars floated from the bottle onto the stone platform.

After [Time Shavings] was reduced by one-third, Sherlock re-corked the bottle.

And when the golden "gravel" fell on the stone platform, a burst of white light and shadow lit up.

A white, somewhat transparent figure appeared beside Sherlock and Dumbledore.

This is clearly the former Voldemort.

The illusory Voldemort created the stone platform in front of them, and then he poured the potions into the stone basin and disappeared from the cave.

It was as if the fast-forward button had been pressed, and the historical picture played very quickly. It didn't take long for Voldemort to return.

But this time when he came back, he was no longer alone. He was accompanied by a skinny, poor house-elf!
"Kreacher."

Dumbledore looked at the illusory, short, frightened figure, and whispered the name of the house-elf.

Voldemort brought Kreacher to the middle of the lake in the same ghost boat. He seemed to have given some instructions to Kreacher, and then the trembling elf walked to the stone platform and drank it with great fear. Those poisons in the stone basin.

After just two sips, Kreacher began to cry bitterly and began to struggle. He seemed to be begging Voldemort for something, but the Dark Lord, who considered himself extremely noble, would certainly not listen to the plea of ​​a house-elf.

He forced him to drink all the potions in the stone basin, and then he laughed happily when he saw Kreacher's miserable condition.

Then he took out a locket from his robe, put it into the empty stone basin, and finally filled the stone basin with new potions.

The white phantom representing Voldemort left the small island in the lake in the boat, leaving only Kreacher in great pain.

He seemed thirsty and struggled to climb to the edge of the lake, wanting to drink the lake water.

But then he seemed to encounter something again, and disappeared in the next second.

The surroundings of the stone platform returned to the calmness before, and there were no other white phantoms.

After watching the scene just now, Dumbledore and Sherlock were silent for about ten seconds.

"He used Kreacher as the subject of the poison experiment." Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "The Black family, except for Sirius, are almost all loyal believers in the pure blood theory, which also caused their family to almost They all fell on Voldemort's side."

"He probably borrowed Kreacher from Black's house and used him to experiment with his own poison."

Sherlock frowned.

"Then why didn't something happen to Kreacher? He's still alive until now. I'm not surprised that he can leave here. With Voldemort's arrogance, he may indeed ignore that the anti-apparition magic here has no effect on house-elves." , but without any order, and with Kreacher's rigid character, how could he escape?"

By the time he asked the question, Dumbledore had stepped forward.

"After we go back, we can ask Kreacher alone. Let's get the locket first. Before our eyes, Voldemort put the thing under the poison. You also noticed that Kreacher drank The state of those liquids, so when I want to resist, I must force me to drink these potions."

Before he could finish his words, two illusory white figures suddenly reappeared.

Dumbledore and Sherlock were all stunned. They only realized at this time that the history of Shitai has not been played yet!
These two figures also came to the middle of the lake in a small boat.

One of them was the house elf Kreacher who had escaped before, and the other figure was a little strange to Sherlock.

It was a thin, not tall wizard. His appearance looked a bit like Sirius, but he was not as handsome as him.

Dumbledore looked at the figure of the wizard, and his eyes became deeper. He has been the headmaster of Hogwarts for nearly 40 years. Students who go out of this school, as long as they can leave him a little Impressions, he can remember.

So, he whispered the wizard's name.

"This is... Regulus Black."

(End of this chapter)