The Son of Light of the Snake House

After Dumbledore released that intense light, the door didn't open—as if it had merged with the space, it remained motionless.

Daniel watched quietly. After all, he really didn't know much about wizards' magic... Especially in terms of fighting, he was a clergyman who was not good at fighting.

Dumbledore turned his attention again to the solid cave walls.He didn't try any other magic, just stood there, staring at the cave wall intently, as if there was something extremely interesting written on it.

Then, after a full 2 ​​minutes, Dumbledore said softly, "Oh, of course not. It's too low-level."

"I think," said Dumbledore, drawing from inside his robes with his uninjured hand a short silver knife, the kind Harry used to cut potion ingredients, "we'll have to pay to get through."

Severus pursed his lips tightly.

"The price is blood." Dumbledore said, with contempt and even disappointment in his tone, as if Voldemort had failed to meet Dumbledore's expected standards.

Daniel elongated his voice: "Oh...it's too cliche." The cliche is like a knight who always needs to snatch the princess back from the devil.

"Indeed." Dumbledore smiled. "I believe you also understand that the reason is to let the opponent weaken himself before he can enter. Once again, Voldemort failed to understand that there are many things that are more terrifying than the damage of the gun."

"But many times it should be avoidable." Severus said.

"Sometimes it's unavoidable...such as now." Dumbledore said, shaking up the sleeve of his robe, revealing the forearm of a hand.

Before the gleaming knife light touched his skin, a stream of scarlet blood spilled over the stones of the wall.

Dumbledore sighed, put away the knife and took out his wand, and put down his sleeve again: "Severus, why are you doing this."

With a cold face, Severus let the tip of the old headmaster's wand touch the inch-long wound on his arm: "Instead of letting you possibly cut off your own muscles, it's easier to let me do it."

Daniel stared at him, feeling that his emotions were not normal.Severus seemed to be aware of this too, he turned his head slightly, and after the wound was healed by Dumbledore, he put down his sleeves and walked to the rock first.

The outline of the dazzling white arch reappeared on the cave wall again, and this time it did not disappear.The blood-stained rock within the arch disappeared suddenly, revealing a doorway that contained what seemed to be endless darkness.

"Come with me," said Dumbledore as he walked through the doorway, his wand glowing softly.

It was a very strange sight before them.They stood on the shore of a large black lake, which was extremely wide and endless.The cave they were in was so high that they couldn't see the top of the cave when they looked up.Far away, as if in the middle of the lake, there was a dim, green light shining, reflected in the dead lake below.Except for the green light and the bright light from the two magic wands, there was an overwhelming darkness all around.

The dense and heavy darkness constantly entangled several people.Dumbledore told them not to touch the lake, so he walked forward immediately, and when Severus took two steps, he found Daniel standing there motionless.

His expression was hidden in the darkness, his golden pupils were dull, and his skin looked pale and weird under the green light.He lowered his head slightly, looking at the bottomless lake, as if he saw something through the darkness.

"…" Severus came over and patted him.

Daniel looked up at him again as if he had just come to his senses: "Professor, there is something under here."

Naturally, it's not just as simple as having stuff.

Daniel could feel that countless painful souls were imprisoned in their bodies before they were alive, and buried deep in the bottom of this lake. Their wailing, cursing, and resentment day and night, and even hoped to pollute all normal people who came here, to experience the pain they have experienced.

"Yeah." Severus responded briefly to him, and then dragged him back to the right path, Dumbledore was waiting for them in front: "Let's go."

"...Let's go." Daniel looked up into his black eyes, lowered them,

Sorry, probably not yet.

"... Please stand back, I think we have found a place." Dumbledore reached out to stop the two, and Severus put his hand on Daniel's shoulder.Watching Dumbledore move his hand slowly in the air.

He closed his hands and grabbed something invisible in the air.

"Found it." Dumbledore slowly moved towards the lake, stood on the edge of the rock, still clenched that hand in the air, and held his 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 rushed towards Dumbledore's clenched fist.He tapped the chain again with his wand, and the chain began to slip through his fist like a snake, coiling up in a heap on the ground, and the tinkling sound echoed loudly against the rock wall.

The chain pulled something up from the dark bottom of the lake.The prow of a small boat popped out of the lake like a ghost, glowing green like a chain, and floated towards the shore where the three of them were standing, barely making a ripple.

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction: "Magic always leaves traces, Tom still doesn't understand this."

"With all due respect, Professor. This boat probably can't accommodate two people." Daniel objected.

Dumbledore laughed softly.

"Voldemort doesn't think about weight, he only thinks about how much magical power has crossed his lake. I think the ship may be under an enchantment that only one wizard can ride at a time."

"So—?" Daniel asked.

"I don't think you'll be counted, Daniel. You're not old enough, you're not qualified. Voldemort would never have imagined that a boy of thirteen would come to this place. I think that, compared to my strength , your strength is probably negligible."

Daniel felt Severus's hand tighten on his shoulder.

"If you can, sir, can you stop emphasizing my poor age." Daniel pursed his lips and looked back at the stiff Severus.

"In this way... wouldn't Professor Snape be the one who was left here!"

Ha ha!You have today too!

The author has something to say:

bad daniel bad

Regulus is super nice, handsome and gentle, I am so pissed off by this fate! (There is one more reason for the villain Sirius)