A large group of people appeared out of nowhere on a small, surf-beating island, holding hands in circles and tossing handkerchiefs as they emerged.It is worth mentioning that there are old and young in this group, like organizing large-scale outings or community welfare activities to support the old and the young.

The silver thread on Harry's wrist lost its trace here. They were drawn by this mnemonic all the way, but they were brought to such a far place. Looking at the surrounding environment, Harry wondered if this place was still in England. within the territory.

Lucius still came together, not to mention the behavior of his son who kept staring at the little boy of the Hill family without expressing his opinion. All these years, his wife with a soft heart was worried about her natal family, and Regulus Blake is Narcissa's favorite little brother, no matter what, he should end this matter and give his beautiful wife a comfort and explanation.His dazzling platinum-blond long hair was slightly blown by the sea breeze, and his face was a little dark as he stared at the huge waves hitting the vast sea: "What kind of ghost lake is this?"

Snape reached out with a blank expression and turned his platinum-blond head [-] degrees. Lucius was immersed in the shock that a villain dared to touch me, and his gray-blue eyes looked at the rocks on the seashore. That dark cave.

"...Okay. I'll let you off this time, Sev. If you dare to touch my hair next time, I promise you will never try to collect the precious potion materials in the mountains of Malfoy Manor."

Everyone walked into the cave, but the little wizards remembered what Professor Hill taught them in class - to stay vigilant in combat in an unknown environment.They picked up their wands and said to the dark environment almost simultaneously: "Lumosmaxium." Several suspended light balls lit up the road in the dark, and the ultimate fluorescent flashing spell pointed out the direction for everyone.

"If I were you, I would be proud of my students." Dumbledore looked at Mrs. Hill.

However, her face has been pale since entering here, and she forced a smile: "Of course."

As they explored inside, they reached the innermost part of the cave, but in front of them was a tall and solid stone wall, obviously there was no way out.

Alastor Moody stepped forward as a former Auror expert in black arts, turned his fake eyes a few times and said with certainty: "Yes, this is the place. Albus, there are traces of black arts being used here .”

"What should we do, Alastor?" Remus asked thoughtfully.

Professor Moody is obviously an expert: "If you don't know how to break the spell, if you want to forcibly dispel black magic, there are two ways. One is backlighting, using powerful white magic to wash away its illusion and forcibly destroy it. The second is to follow the light , to complete its instructions according to the magic it sets, and the magic will disappear like an unlocked lock after it is done."

Dumbledore said: "Riddle's magic power is powerful. Even I cannot 100% succeed in white magic backlighting. If I fail, other traps may be triggered. It seems that we have only one method."

"Yes, Albus." Moody said, stroking the rock, "If there is really something hidden behind here, then this is a door. In the realm of black magic, a sacrifice is usually required to open the door. Like blood."

He looked at everyone: "So who is coming?"

Lucius: "I don't want to."

Snape: "I don't."

Draco: "I refuse."

Fletta was afraid of the pain: "I won't do it."

Alston: "I'm a crooked nut, I don't understand English."

Everyone turned around and refused, and Professor Moody's ugly face became more and more expressionless, gradually revealing a dead mother's face.Just when the kind hearted Harry was about to stand up, Sirius yelled, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm here to find someone. I'm bleeding! I'm happy!"

He directly took out a knife of his own and slashed his wrist vertically like suicide. After everyone was dumbfounded, the blood splashed on the reef.Professor Moody was in a daze for a moment amidst the sound of the stone door being rumbled open, and took Sirius' hand to heal him: "Actually, all you need to do is scratch and wipe on the palm of your hand..."

"Voldemort won't let people find his hiding place easily," the group followed Dumbledore into it easily and on an outing, "There must be precautions."

Lucius lowered his voice: "Sev, I don't know why I miss the experience of going to Hogsmeade together when I was a student."

Everyone bowed their heads when they heard it, and did not speak.

They finally came to the deepest point. There really is a lake in the center of the earth. The terrain looks like it was formed naturally by the water left by the ebb and flow of the tide for thousands of years.Several balls of light flew to the center of the lake to light up the entire space, allowing everyone to see a large cluster of crystals in the center of the lake.

"There...but how do we get there?"

Ron spotted a rope on the ground with sharp eyes: "Harry, buddy, come and help me." Several adults also ran over and easily pulled the rope up, and a small boat gradually floated up from the water.

"Alastor?" Dumbledore asked.

"There are traces of black magic. It should be that the number of people sitting on the boat is limited." Professor Moody said.

"It should be two people." Draco pondered for a moment, then said vaguely, "A wizard and...a sacrifice. It must have been this small boat that carried Regulus and the Dark Lord."

The limited number of two people obviously did not bother everyone. Dumbledore, as the most powerful white magician, was the first to sit on it. The second person was Professor Moody, who was the one who knew the black magic best among them.Sirius turned into a big black dog, Cecilia immediately turned into a silver snake, and they boarded the boat.

Only these four people are obviously not enough to face the sudden danger. Of course, it is impossible for Auston to let his dear wife be in danger alone.He took a few steps forward, his dark gray eyes began to change into blazing golden pupils, his facial structure began to undergo a huge change, a pair of rock-gray wings broke out from the position of his shoulder blades, and he turned into a Hungarian Horntail.Several adults had already known about Auston, and only a few children were left with wide-eyed eyes. Ron almost sat down on the floor in fright.

Auston's English was vague: "I can only carry up to three people, come on, brother." Remus Lupine, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape stepped on the stone directly. After sitting on it, the poor Hungarian Horntail was almost lying on the ground under the pressure of three big men, "You are the heaviest! You are really not polite to me!" As soon as the words fell, he flapped his wings hard. Maybe flying high and flying towards the center of the lake without touching the water.

Harry was dumbfounded and his brain froze: "Merlin..."

However, the thing that surprised him even more so that he wanted to swallow himself was still behind him. Harry heard a noise behind him. He was stunned for a moment and turned his head numbly under Ron's exclamation. He saw the silver dragon's kiss almost touched him In his head, a pair of clear golden pupils stared at him not far away.This scene is very familiar, but also very intoxicating.

—At that moment, Harry was reminded of the shame of being burned ass.

"Draco." Fretta called out.Young Master Platinum cast a cold glance at Harry, who was out of his wits, and sat up lightly. He stroked the scales on the side of the silver dragon's neck with tenderness in his eyes, causing Fretta to let out an extremely comfortable groan.

Fleta was a little sorry: "I can't carry more people..." He is still a baby dragon.

Draco smiled and patted his head: "I'll break their legs if anyone dares to come up." His voice was soft, but there was no hint of a joke in his words.

"Oh, that's fine." Fletta waved his short claws, "Then please stay here first, and take care of us if something happens."

Ginny nodded: "Be careful, Fleta."

Fletta raised his neck, becoming like this made him feel unspeakably comfortable. I don’t know if other Animagus will be like this. Once he becomes a dragon, he will have a feeling of breaking away from the shackles and returning to the bestiality. A feeling of fearlessness.The feeling of contempt made him let out a long growl, as if he wanted to rebel.

Draco patted him: "What's your name, shut up and go."

Fletta: "Aww."

He was wrong, as expected, there are still people who are afraid of him.The silver dragon streaked across the lake like a shooting star in the night, carrying the humans he surrendered.Fletta thought, in many stories there are scenes where the prince beats the dragon to save the princess, but the dragon never really hurt the prince, it loyally guards the princess until the real prince arrives.Dragon knights also existed in ancient times. Such a proud and ferocious dragon was willing to conclude a contract with a short-lived and fragile human being, and was willing to protect his only master for life.Perhaps the evil dragon also longed for the destined prince in his heart, and was willing to be defeated and tamed by him.

When they landed on the cluster of quartz crystals, they saw a group of adults frowning around a basin.Fleta returned to her original state and said, "Where's Uncle Regulus?"

"We also thought that Regulus would be on this island, but when we got here, we only had this pot of potion." Alston said.

Fleta's scalp tightened when he heard the word potion, and he tried his best to ignore the potion and not look at the dean's face: "Uh... Didn't Harry say that Regulus fell into the lake? Why don't you try?" How about looking for Uncle Regulus from the lake?"

"But we've tried it, and nothing happens." Remus Lupine was a little frustrated.

Draco pondered for a while and walked forward. He looked at the clear potion and thought, and said hesitantly, "Perhaps...do we have to think according to the Dark Lord's thinking..."

"The Dark Lord didn't know that the real locket was dropped and fell into Mrs. Hill's hands. For him, what was hidden here was the real locket. So he set a trap, whether it was to block everything The sea or the blood sacrifice that enters the door, I believe that including this potion, there is no doubt that it is a way to weaken us."

Snape's face was cold: "So, if we want to crack the trap, we still have to follow the Dark Lord's will? With all due respect, this pot of potion is not good, and even I have no antidote."

Everyone was silent for a while, and no one knew what to say.

Lucius looked at the icy lake, and said quietly after a while: "That's enough, Regulus is dead, we have found and destroyed the real locket, it's just a fake, There's really no need to pay anything else. This behavior doesn't make any sense, and who cares?" The real Slytherin is like this, always weighing and considering interests, and will only make the most rational judgments.

"I will." Sirius' voice was as calm as water, "I can stay in Azkaban for 12 years because of James, and I can also sacrifice for my brother. I am a Gryffindor, and Gryffindor Do things with your heart, and never consider the consequences. I will drink the potion, and you don't need to intervene."

From the moment Sirius drank the potion, he felt severe pain.That kind of pain would burn his body like a flame, but the more intense damage did not come from the body, but from the spirit. He began to experience various hallucinations and his body trembled constantly, and many painful memories could not be recalled. They kept popping up in front of his eyes, challenging his limit again and again.But Sirius didn't give up, he didn't even need help from others, his powerful thoughts made him fall headfirst into the pot of potion, and kept swallowing the hard-to-drink potion.

He began to keep seeing James Potter dying, seeing the dementor in Azkaban approaching him and trying to give him a kiss, seeing Harry living in Privet Drive wearing a baggy suit and being killed. The look of the cousin beating, seeing old Mrs. Bright pointing at his nose and driving him out of the house...

Draco didn't step forward, he watched his uncle drink up the potion gradually, and tightly clenched the wand in his hand.He guessed that if he was Voldemort, he would not want the person who stole the locket to leave this place. After drinking the potion, it was not fatal, but it would make people extremely weak.And when the thief is at his weakest, true death comes.Draco pulled Fleta to his side, held his breath, and gradually maximized his sense of danger, carefully perceiving the surrounding situation.

The potion in the basin finally ran out, Sirius completely lost consciousness, closed his eyes, and fell down recklessly. Dumbledore and Remus tried to wake him up but failed. Only Snape picked up a piece of hair. He swallowed the foul-smelling pitch-black stone and forcefully opened his mouth to make him swallow it, and finally slapped him seven or eight times on the pretext of helping him swallow.

"Puff-"

Draco turned his head immediately and saw a ripple on the silent lake.This is deep in the cave without any wind and waves. How can there be waves without wind?He was alert immediately, his face extremely serious: "There is something in the lake! Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a thin and wet hand stretched out from the water, its nails firmly grasped the reef under the crystal clusters, and dragged its whole body to the shore with all its strength.It was blown away by a beam of light and fell into the lake again. However, more "humans" began to climb up from the water. Their wet bodies were black and full of yin, and they seemed to be guided by something. Lively places keep crawling.

"Infernal corpse!"

"How did this kind of thing appear here?" Mrs. Hill asked, raising her hand and knocking out a piece of it.

"It's obvious who got them here." Moody took out his wand and waved it several times, "Be careful, if you get caught by the nails and teeth of this thing, you will become one of them within an hour." companion!"

This situation was obviously extremely dangerous. Fleta's eyes suddenly brightened when he was threatened by the danger, and the silver bone wings tore out, changing almost indistinguishably from his father.Two dragons, one gray and one silver, occupy this small island in the middle of the lake, standing in front of the wizards and protecting them from danger.

Anger appeared in Draco's eyes: "Change back, Fleta!"

The silver dragon turned his head and glanced at him. The dragon's tail hovered gently beside him, which represented protection. He slapped a ghost body flying with his paw: "I want to protect you, my prince! It's too dangerous outside the castle. Those who come to take you away, I will let them all go!"

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