Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

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ps: The setting of the Inferi in this book has been slightly modified.

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After Dumbledore finished speaking generously, he picked up the cup in his hand, poured a little of the Variety Potion into it, scooped up a cup of the emerald green stone basin potion, and wanted to put it into his mouth.

Albert pressed Dumbledore's shoulders, held his wrist, and persuaded: "Professor, we are not sure about the effect of this potion. What if... I mean what if, if you have an accident, then Hogwarts will be thrown into panic."

"But someone must drink this potion, otherwise you see, if I leave it here without moving, these emerald green potions will be lost automatically. I can't drink it."

"There are others here!" Albert still stopped Dumbledore's movements.

"You? No, I told you..."

Albert interrupted Dumbledore: "Professor, I'm talking about the Inferi." As he spoke, Albert looked at the dark, mirror-flat lake surface.

From time to time there were arms sticking out, as white as ivory.

"The Inferi?" Dumbledore was confused for a second, then shook his head and rejected Albert's suggestion, "I'm afraid not, Albert, based on my understanding of Voldemort...

Before, at the stone wall outside, we needed to bleed, weaken our bodies, and cross the lake in a boat, consuming our magic power. Now, this level is probably targeting our souls.

However, the souls of the Inferi are incomplete. Their souls are cruelly imprisoned in their bodies and cannot dissipate naturally. I doubt whether they can drink the potion. Otherwise, pour the emerald green potion into their mouths, and It makes no difference if they fall to the ground, they will still return to this stone basin. "

"If you don't make unnecessary sacrifices, how will you know if the Inferi is useful if you don't try it?"

Dumbledore was still hesitating, but Albert had already walked to the edge of the island in the middle of the lake and stretched out his hand to stir up the dark lake water.

"Crack-" There was a strange movement under the water, and several pale corpses climbed up, including old people, women, and children.

Most of these were nearby Muggles who sank into the lake and died. Their souls were locked and turned into inferi by Voldemort. They had no peace after death.

Albert randomly selected a lucky corpse. The wand was surrounded by a blue electric arc, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. The electric arc left the wand and wrapped around one of the old-looking inferi like a long snake without causing any harm to it. .

The old man's corpse was like a harmless lamb, imprisoned by Albert and then raised out of the lake.

"Ho-"

"Ho-"

The Inferi at the bottom of the lake rioted, twisting their arms wildly, as if they were leaving the bottom of the lake and rushing towards Albert.

But Albert couldn't let them get close to him, so he snorted, "Lightning storm!"

Countless purple thunders surged out from the Thunderbird wand and spread over the nearby lake, intertwining and surging violently. It was like a thunderstorm ocean had occurred on the dark lake.

Every Inferi that tried to cross the lake was surrounded and attacked by ocean-like arcs of electricity. The originally pale skin immediately turned like charcoal, and cracks appeared on the entire body. With another lightning strike, the Inferi suddenly scattered into several pieces.

"Professor, I brought an inferi." Albert directed the arc to imprison the old man's inferi, making him unable to move without harming his body.

"I think those Inferi will also thank me after their souls are liberated after their complete death."

Albert opened the mouth of the old man's corpse and signaled to Dumbledore that he could start.

These Inferi were treated with special black magic, and the methods were extremely cruel. After being killed, their bodies had already decayed, but part of their incomplete souls were imprisoned in their bodies.

Watching the body being refined and unable to control, the remaining consciousness has lost the true sense of physical protection, and is tortured by the cold lake water mixed with black magic all the time. It can be said that every moment of the existence of the Inferi is filled with... With pain.

But the moment they were refined into the Inferi by Voldemort, their fate was sealed.

"It's time to start."

Dumbledore scooped out some emerald green potion from a cup, fed it into the mouth of the old man's inferi, poured it in, and said "Quiet!"

The emerald green potion entered the intestines of the Inferi and slid into his stomach. Immediately afterwards, Albert and Dumbledore saw the old man's Inferi shaking non-stop, as if enduring great pain, its pale body The soul inside seems to be about to collapse.

The amount of emerald green potion in the stone basin did not increase, indicating that the Inferi could absorb the emerald green potion.

Dumbledore and Albert breathed a sigh of relief. If they didn't make unnecessary sacrifices, why bother with real people when they could use the Inferi?

"continue!"

"it is good."

Cup after cup of emerald green potion was poured into the mouth of the Inferi. The broken soul of the Inferi couldn't help but tremble. Both Albert and Dumbledore couldn't bear it. They thought about giving up, but when they saw the last cup in the stone basin, However, he gritted his teeth and poured it into the mouth of the Inferi.

A locket sank at the lowest end of the stone basin. Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he took it in his hand, then frowned tightly.

"I don't feel the presence of dark magic, let alone Horcruxes. I'm afraid this is a trap..." Dumbledore said in despair.

Albert destroyed the Inferi with blazing flames. He smiled when he saw the broken and painful soul. He was silent for a moment, then turned to Dumbledore and said: "Since it is not a dark magic item, open it and take a look. Maybe there is something inside." What clues, Voldemort couldn't have spent so much effort just to tease us."

Dumbledore was still very cautious and checked the locket twice to make sure there was no danger. He still told Albert to take a few steps back and carefully opened the locket with the Elder Wand.

"Iron armor!"

But nothing happened, it was just an ordinary locket.

There is a piece of paper inside with this sentence written on it:

"To the Dark Lord:

I'll be dead before you read this, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret.I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as quickly as possible.I am willing to risk death, that is, in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

Rab. "

"It seems that our efforts were in vain." Dumbledore handed the note to Albert and asked him to read it over, sighing, "We are not sure whether this rab successfully destroyed the Horcrux..."

Albert took the note, glanced at it, and said: "It can be seen from the tone that this Rab called Voldemort the Dark Lord. His identity is most likely a Death Eater, and he can know this secret of Voldemort." , may have been deeply trusted by Voldemort, and is most likely a member of a pure-blood family with a profound background. The pure-blood families starting with b are well-known in the UK, such as Bock, Bulstrode, and Black."

"We can combine their genealogy to find this person and determine whether the Horcrux was destroyed!"