Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 157 Seaside Cave
In front of Peter and Dumbledore was a stone step, which was smooth and smooth, obviously not natural, but specially made by Voldemort, so as to make this rare seaside cave suitable for his noble and great status.

Peter opened the magic space and carefully inspected the entrance of the cave. Dumbledore followed silently, looking at the rock wall with great interest.

Peter found a trace of magic on the rock wall, and behind it was a hidden door. "Here," he said, "there is no magic that leaves no trace, even if the caster is the Dark Lord..."

Peter tapped it with his wand, and suddenly, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light shining from behind the crack.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Dumbledore looked up at the arch leisurely, and before he finished speaking, the outline disappeared.

He stepped forward, focusing all his attention on the cave wall, and without drawing his wand, he just stroked the rock lightly with his hand, staring at the wall as if it had something extremely interesting written on it.

After a full 2 ​​minutes, Dumbledore said softly: "It really surprised me, it's so low-level."

"What?" Peter asked.

"I think," said Dumbledore, drawing a silver dagger from his robes, "that we must pay the price to get through."

"Blood sacrifice? It's not like Voldemort's style," Peter said contemptuously. "This method is too simple and clean..."

"That's why I said it was too low-level," said Dumbledore, with disappointment in his tone. He seemed to think that the Dark Lord he had cultivated by himself could not be so low-level. "Voldemort wanted the opponent to weaken himself to enter, and he Once failed to understand, many things are more terrible than physical injury."

"Even if it's physical damage, it's too low-level. I thought Voldemort's cruelty would be more... a little higher than this." Peter said.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, and he cut a deep cut on his arm with a silver knife. The dark red blood splashed on the rock wall, and the rock surface was immediately covered with shiny, dark red blood beads.

Dumbledore stroked the wound with the tip of his stick casually, and the wound healed immediately, and the outline of the dazzling white arch appeared on the cave wall again, this time it did not disappear.The blood-stained rock within the arch disappeared, revealing a doorway that contained what seemed to be endless darkness.

"Wait a minute." Peter quickly made a stop gesture, "There is something strange in the cave..."

"I feel the same way. No wonder I was surprised just now. It seems that Voldemort's organization is indeed not that low-level." Dumbledore said.

"There is an invisible barrier in front of me, and I can feel a strong aura of black magic..." Peter said in a low voice, he shook his wand lightly, and an ominous green appeared inside the doorway, "Could it be that Voldemort has completely sealed this place? If so, how does he get in and out by himself?"

Peter made a copy of Scabbers and let it try to pass through the barrier, but it was only halfway through when he heard a poof, the poor little thing was cut in two by the magic barrier, and it squeaked , Crawling on sandy soil with forelimbs.

"This is his style," Peter quickly killed the magic mouse, lest it continue to suffer. "Cruel, extremely cruel, this is Voldemort's style."

Dumbledore observed carefully for a moment, and then he said: "But this barrier is still nothing new, it just needs a more advanced blood sacrifice, and it is essentially the same."

"It needs human sacrifice?" Peter said. "It is now certain that Voldemort himself cannot stay here. He doesn't have so many men to use when he comes in and out."

"We are really unlucky." Dumbledore said with a wry smile. "There was no such protection here before. Voldemort and his servants must have been here before. In other words, we came a step late."

"See if he has anything left for us," said Peter.Dumbledore looked at him with burning blue eyes, as if wondering who he was going to sacrifice.

Peter flicked his wand and summoned a copy of himself. He took the silver knife from Dumbledore and gently pressed it against the neck of the copy himself.

Dumbledore looked a little surprised: "I've never seen such a spell that can transform a human body. If you publish your results on "Transfiguration Today", it will definitely cause a sensation in the magic world."

"Thank you, but I don't want to be troubled by the Magical Ethics Committee." Peter looked at the back of the duplicated version of himself, with a rather meaningful tone, "To be honest, this feeling is very weird."

"I swear I'll close my eyes." Dumbledore blinked innocently, "It might be worse than knocking over my favorite raspberry jam..."

"Okay, I'll count to three, one... two... three..." Peter held the replica's back with his left hand, and stabbed the knife deeply under his ear with his right hand, a small stream of blood flowed down the blade Down, and then, Peter pulled the silver knife to the right, and the replica's throat was completely slit.

Peter supported the replica's head and armpits with his hands from behind. The eyes of the sacrificial dummy were wide open and protruding from their eye sockets. A large stream of red sprayed towards the green barrier, making it gradually turn red.

Soon, the replica Peter was bleeding, but he was not completely dead, his shoulders trembling slightly in Peter's arms.

Peter put him down gently, and took a step forward to check the magic barrier. Dumbledore gave the dying Peter a sympathetic look, carefully avoiding his still trembling feet.

It was not yet time to make the tortured duplicate disappear, and it would not be so easy to fool Voldemort's institutions.

"You can come in." Peter carefully looked at the red barrier, and stepped in. What appeared in front of him was a very strange scene. They were standing on the bank of a large black lake, and a hazy light flashed in the middle of the lake. , Green light, surrounded by thick darkness.

"It's exactly the same as the scene in Regulus' memory." Peter lit up his wand and walked around the shore of the lake, with Dumbledore walking beside him, as vigorous as a young man.Peter pointed to the small island in the middle of the lake, "That's where Voldemort used to hide his Horcruxes."

The two circled the steep lake shore for more than half a circle. What was disturbing was that the ground and the rocks on the walls were covered with bloodstains. Sometimes Dumbledore would bend down and touch the clotted blood with his wand, but They show no signs of magic.

"It's human blood." Dumbledore said, frowning. "Although it has dried up, it's not too old. It doesn't look like it was left over ten years ago."

"Reculus was not traumatized," Peter said. "Did anyone else die here after him?"

(End of this chapter)