Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Why don't you bleed yourself? Before the speculum turned, I didn't believe it, but now I think you really have malicious intentions, and it's very serious!"

Dumbledore calmed Moody's mood, "If there were only two people here, I would definitely bleed them without mercy, but there are three people here, and we'd better maintain the maximum strength."

This is just the first level, it should be the simplest and least costly, so I let you do it first.

The next levels will be more difficult, and Albert and I still need you to protect us..."

As Dumbledore spoke, Moody's expression gradually relaxed, and finally he gritted his teeth and agreed with Dumbledore's statement.

"Someone has to sacrifice, so let me be the first!"

Moody’s scar-covered profile was full of perseverance, and his eyes flashed with faith.

Dumbledore conjured a silver knife with his own hands and handed it to Moody, "Alastor, here it is."

A bright red blood splashed on that special node on the stone wall, and Moody's blood stained it. The dazzling white outline of the arch appeared on the cave wall again. This time it did not disappear.The blood-stained rock in the arch suddenly disappeared, revealing a doorway, which seemed to be endless darkness.

Dumbledore quickly helped Moody stop the bleeding. The Elder Wand gently tapped Moody's wrist, and the long bright red wound healed immediately.

"That's enough, Alastor."

"Thank you..." Moody looked a little weak, and the loss of blood also took away his physical strength and magic power.

Albert stepped forward, put his arms through Moody's armpits from behind, lifted him up, held him steady, and stared at Moody's pale face.

The three people held up their wands, which glowed brightly, and walked through the doorway. They saw a very strange sight in front of them.

They stood on the shore of a large black lake. The lake was extremely wide and stretched as far as the eye could see.

The cave they were in was so high that even when they looked up, they couldn't see the top of the cave.In the distance, as if in the center of the lake, there was a hazy, green light, reflected in the dead water below.

Except for the green light and the bright light from the two wands, the surroundings were completely filled with darkness that could not be broken away. The light brought by the fluorescent flashes could not penetrate. The darkness here seemed denser and thicker than ordinary.

Albert felt that huge black magic power was rushing toward him, like huge waves in the sea, making him breathless. It was not until 3 minutes later that Albert got used to the suffocating feeling.

Moody next to him was even more unbearable, his face became even paler, and he almost fell down, but he still managed to hold on.

"That should be the Horcrux we're looking for, right?" Moody pointed to the hazy green light in the middle of the lake, where there seemed to be a small island in the lake.

"I think so." Dumbledore sniffed the smell of dark magic in the air and frowned in disgust. His hands slowly moved in the air, as if he wanted to find and grasp something invisible.

Under the watchful eyes of Albert and Moody, Dumbledore pulled out a ball of "invisible" black energy from the darkness, which could only be felt by those who were sensitive to magic.

Dumbledore slowly moved towards the lake, still holding the hand in the air, holding the wand in the other hand, and tapped his fist with the tip of the wand.

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

Dumbledore tapped the chain with his wand, and the chain began to slide through his fist like a snake, coiling into a pile on the ground, clanging against the rock wall with a loud echo.

The chain pulled something up from the bottom of the dark lake, and the bow of a small boat suddenly appeared from the lake like a ghost, glowing green like a chain, and floated towards the shore of the lake where Albert and the three of them were standing, barely carrying anything with them. Make a ripple.

"It looks like there's no room for it, Albus." Moody glanced at the dilapidated boat. It was too small. There wasn't enough room for one person. Two people were too many. Three people...then we could only pray that the boat wouldn't roll over. .

"It's not a matter of space. From what I understand about it, Voldemort doesn't consider the weight. He only considers how much magical power crosses his lake. I think this boat may be cast with a enchantment and can only be ridden at a time. A wizard."

Dumbledore frowned. Moody had been injured and he must have passed. Albert's magic power seemed to be far beyond that of ordinary adult wizards.

"Professor, it seems that the magic patterns on this ship have been eroded. We can find ways to strengthen them."

Albert observed the runes hidden inside the boat, which were somewhat dim and blurred by black magic.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and together with Albert, he injected magic into the boat. As more and more magic was input, the boat seemed to become brand new.

The boat seemed to be a bottomless pit, and Albert felt that he had output at least one-third of his magic power before filling it.

Finally, the boat floated a little, and Albert and Dumbledore could squeeze on board without the boat sinking to the bottom of the lake.

"Excuse me, Alastor, help us keep a lookout here." Dumbledore looked back at Moody and smiled.

Moody stood on the dry shore, watching Albert and Dumbledore go further and further away, until they completely disappeared from his sight. He took a sip of the calming potion, held the previous wound in his hand, slumped on the ground, and looked at Looking at the lake as calm as a mirror, his expression remained alert.

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The boat cut deep ripples on the glass-smooth lake surface, like grooves on a black mirror, and carried the two of them toward the center of the lake.

From time to time, the pale hands of the Inferi emerged from the water, but neither Albert nor Dumbledore paid attention to them. As long as they did not fall into the water, the Inferi would not take the initiative to attack.

A few minutes later, the boat bumped gently against a hard object and leaned against the small island in the middle of the lake.

Albert and Dumbledore got off the boat one after another, being careful not to touch the lake water.

"It should be here."

The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office: a large flat black slab, empty except for the green light source.

Now that we are closer, the green light appears much brighter. These green lights are emitted from a stone basin similar to a pensieve. There is a base under the stone basin. The green light seems to have special properties and cannot be penetrated by fluorescent flashes. of darkness that it can penetrate easily.

Under the green light, Moody on the edge of the lake could vaguely see the figures of Dumbledore and Albert, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore approached the stone basin, and Albert stood side by side with him, looking into the stone basin.A basin full of emerald green liquid, sparkling.

"The Horcrux should be hidden inside." Dumbledore said seriously

Albert nodded and reached out to touch it, as if he had encountered an unbreakable thick barrier, separating the liquid inside from the outside world.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" A ball of red light rushed out from Albert's wand. It was bounced off by the invisible protective layer and fell to the lake not far away. It exploded with a "Bang!" and flew out from the water. Many broken limbs.

Dumbledore also tried, but to no avail. He shook his head and said, "It seems that the only option is to drink up the liquid inside. I think this is Voldemort's trap."

"What if it is poisonous?"

"It must be poisonous, but it shouldn't lead to death. While Voldemort creates obstacles for others, he will definitely leave a way out for himself so that he can take out this Horcrux in the future." Dumbledore looked at the stone basin The emerald green liquid's eyes were a little firmer.

Albert's memory was a bit confusing. He couldn't remember the function of this emerald green potion, but he believed in Dumbledore's analysis. The old professor knew Voldemort very well. Voldemort was more afraid of death than anyone else and would definitely leave a way out for him. .

He took out a small bottle of Variety Potion from his waist, and instead of swallowing the bitter pain, he drank his favorite flavor.

"Professor, let me do it. I'm still young and can bear it."

"I think you'd better supervise me and let me drink this." Dumbledore pointed at the emerald green liquid and took away the ever-changing potion from Albert's hand. "This potion you invented is really a magic potion." nice one……"

"professor……"

Dumbledore waved his hand, stopped Albert's words, and said sternly: "No, Albert, it is precisely because you are young that you are more valuable than my old bones. I also hope that you can shine in the future." …

Even if you prepare for the worst, Alastor said it right before, someone will always have to sacrifice.

If someone has to die, I hope that person will be me. "