Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Albert was stunned, because the image stone was completely a product of the system, and he had no idea what the image stored in it was. However, seeing that Dumbledore liked it so much, Albert felt relieved.

Moody came from behind, leaning on a crutch. His wooden leg and crutch were soaked by the sea water, and they collided with the smooth stone slab, making a "creak" sound.

He yelled, "Are you two bullying me for not having legs? You didn't know how to wait for me. That's why I'm soaked now. I wish I could just apparate here."

Dumbledore looked at his wooden leg. If he remembered correctly, Moody had talked with him and said that his wooden leg was actually an alchemical creation, more powerful than normal human legs and easy to control. There will be no cramping.

He and Moody were old friends for many years, and he knew that Moody was just complaining about him disturbing Moody's retirement life. With a smile, Dumbledore teased: "I remember you used to give the senior students at Hogwarts After phantom migration for a while, you won’t forget the 3D principles, right?”

Before Moody could speak, Dumbledore continued: "Destination, determination, and deliberation are all indispensable.

The scene here was completely unclear from the outside just now. It is impossible to phantom successfully. If you want to phantom, you have to risk your lower body being eaten by a shark! "

"Haha, of course I know..." Moody asked for trouble, picked up the wine bottle on his waist, unscrewed the cap and took a sip, sighing happily, and then quickly regained his composure.

Albert thought Moody would be drinking something like whiskey, but Moody said something that surprised Albert.

"Sure enough, only the calming potion can allow me and you, an old bee, to talk calmly."

If you think about it carefully, it makes sense for Alastor Moody to put a calming potion in the hip flask. As a senior Auror who has fought countless battles, it is unlikely that he is an alcoholic.

Alcoholism is very harmful to the brain, and Moody's career must require him to have a clear mind.

Albert still admired Moody, not only for his professionalism, but also because of the bitter taste of the calming potion. Ordinary people would vomit after taking a sip, but Moody regarded this potion as a magic potion. When it comes to drinks, Moody drank no less than five sips in just three hours.

As a former senior Auror, Moody's observation skills are absolutely very strong. Moody noticed the look of surprise and admiration in Albert's eyes, and said: "What's that look in your eyes? I don't drink all the time. In the past, I would drink at most." Take a few sips before fighting...

But thanks to you, you invented that ever-changing potion. From then on, all my potions became pumpkin juice flavored. "

After saying that, Moody slowly turned around in a circle, his magic eyes turned wildly, looked around, and asked: "There are traces of black magic everywhere. This should be the destination, right?"

"Unfortunately, Alastor, this is just the front hall, the entrance hall," Dumbledore said after a moment, "We need to go inside... What's blocking us now is the trap set by Voldemort, not nature. obstacles..."

Fluorescent light illuminated the surroundings. Dumbledore approached the cave wall, touched it with his fingertips, and whispered something in a strange tone.

Albert listened hard and found that what Dumbledore said seemed to be ancient runes, which roughly meant "show your traces and secrets."

Every time Dumbledore spoke, the aura of black magic on the wall became stronger. Under Albert's perception, the black magic almost turned into a big snake, spitting out snake letters, and wanted to pounce towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore walked twice around the cave from the left, touching the rough cave walls as much as possible, occasionally stopping to feel up and down with his fingers on a certain place.Finally, he stopped and pressed his palm flat against the wall of the cave.

"Here," he said, "we go in here. The entrance is hidden."

Dumbledore took a few steps back from the cave wall and pointed his wand at the rock.

Suddenly, the remaining magic power of the black magic on the stone wall seemed to have found a place to vent. They collectively rushed to the node pointed by Dumbledore's wand, setting off a foul-smelling cold wind inside the small cave. Albert felt like his skin was A pair of sticky thugs brushed past, which made him feel a little disgusted.

Then the outline of an arch appeared at that node, emitting a dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light shining behind the crack.

"Should we be able to leave now?" Moody seemed a little impatient and knocked his wooden crutch on the stone a few times.

"I think it's okay, let's go!" Dumbledore wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Albert.

Because the outline of the dazzling arch became dim, looming on the stone wall, as if it would disappear in the next second.

"Professor, we seem to be in a bit of trouble."

Albert walked to the stone wall, carefully looked at the vague arch, and found some small twisted words on it.

It was written in ancient runes, exuding a faint black magic power, and appeared particularly clear against the faint white halo. These runes eventually formed a contract.

After a short period of research, Albert came to a conclusion: "This arch must be fed by the blood of a wizard before it will fully appear again."

"How much blood do you need?" This was Moody, who said after taking a sip of calming potion.

Albert shook his head: "I'm not sure, maybe it's just a small point, maybe it's the blood of an adult's whole body. This is a trap set by Voldemort. It's most likely the latter."

This was a conspiracy. After understanding everything, the three Alberts still had to proceed according to the rules of the game set by Voldemort.

"This is just a little trick. Voldemort will never understand that there are many things that are much more terrifying than physical harm!"

Dumbledore's eyes were firm, as if he was trying to read words between the arches.

Albert didn't realize it. Although he couldn't understand it, he was shocked. However, Dumbledore's next words made his tall image collapse.

“So, Alastor, are you willing to make a little sacrifice?

I promise, according to Tom's little thoughts, at most I will need a little bit of your blood..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore pinched the index finger and thumb of his right hand together, placed them in front of his half-moon eyes, squinted his eyes slightly, and demonstrated "a little blood".

But who knows if Dumbledore is gesturing at the universe at his fingertips?

Billions of blood?

Fortunately, Moody took a lot of sedatives, otherwise Albert suspected that he would violently take action and choke Dumbledore.

Even so, Dumbledore's words of sacrificing others for himself angered Moody, and he was heard saying angrily:

"You are noble, you are amazing!"