The Son of Light of the Snake House

"It seems that Daniel can only go with me." Dumbledore looked at Severus, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "But don't worry, Severus, I will bring Daniel back to you properly."

Severus paused, and shoved a small bottle adorned with shiny pouring drops into Daniel's palm, so fast that the bottom of the bottle nearly cut Daniel's hand.

"... Felicia." He said, taking a step back, leaning his straight back against the stone wall behind him.

"Okay. We really need a little luck." Dumbledore said, telling Daniel to board the boat: "Be careful, don't get in the water."

Immediately the boat set off, and there was silence save for the soft rustle of the bows through the water.The boat was moving automatically without their hands, and it seemed that there was an invisible rope pulling it towards the green light in the middle of the lake.Soon the walls of the cave were out of sight and they felt as if they were on the sea, only without the waves around them.

Daniel looked down, and as the boat moved forward, he saw the light of the magic wand reflected on the dark water surface, flashing golden light.The boats cut deep ripples in the glass-smooth surface of the lake, like a stairway to hell.

Just as Daniel was about to turn his head to look at the other side, his eyes were covered by Dumbledore's big hand: "There are some things over there that are not suitable for children." There was a relaxed smile in his voice.

Daniel expressed no interest.He blinked, brushing his curly eyelashes against his calloused hands: "I don't want to look, I just drink Felicia."

"Really?" Dumbledore asked back, withdrawing his hand quickly. "Of course, it's okay to tell you, it's just a friend who failed in sea swimming over there."

"Oh!" Well, he was completely discouraged by this euphemism, so he just unscrewed the small bottle that was only big enough for a sip, sniffed it lightly, and then poured it down for himself.

The strange smell that I thought would rise did not appear, but the sweet strawberry fragrance permeated the mouth.Daniel smacked his lips and recalled for a while before he hypocritically held the empty bottle in front of Dumbledore.

"Professor, do you want a drink?" Daniel's posture was as if if Dumbledore said yes, he would directly take the bottle and scoop him up from the lake to drink.

"No... look, we're almost there!" said Dumbledore.

As soon as his words fell, Daniel felt the bow of the boat gently hit something hard.They came to a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.

The island was about the size of Dumbledore's office: a large flat black slate, empty except for that green light source.Looking closer now, the green light appears much brighter.The green light emanates from a stone basin resembling a Pensieve, with a base beneath it.

Probe and look, there is a basin full of emerald green liquid in the stone basin, which emits sparkling phosphorescence.There seemed to be some kind of magical little enchantment on it, at least Daniel couldn't touch the basin of water with his hand.

"Get out of the way, my boy," said Dumbledore.

He raised his wand, made some complex movements on the surface of the liquid, and muttered silently.There was no movement, but the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter, and Daniel even suspected that this might be an illusion caused by his broken eyes.

"Is the Horcrux here?" Daniel looked at the island in the middle of the lake—except for this basin, there was nothing suspicious.

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore gazed more intently at the stone basin.His face was reflected in the smooth green liquid. "But how do you get at it? It's a liquid that you can't stretch your hands into, break it apart, scoop it up, or pump it up, or make it disappear with a Vanishing Charm, or magically deform it, or otherwise. change its nature."

Dumbledore seemed to be absent-minded and raised his wand again, spun it in the air, and conjured a tall crystal goblet in his hand.

"I can only come to the conclusion that this fluid needs to be drunk."

"Only by drinking will the liquid drop or disappear so that we can get to that thing..." Daniel stroked his chin, still clutching the empty bottle that Severus had slipped into his hand.

Then, suddenly, he had an idea.

Dumbledore frowned slightly at the emerald green liquid, obviously thinking hard about something.

"There is no doubt," he said at last, "that this potion will prevent me from acquiring a Horcrux. It will probably paralyze me, make me forget what I came here for, cause me extreme pain, distraction, or otherwise incapacitate me. If..."

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's lengthy analysis, Daniel held the vial of Felicity Felicity in his hand and filled it with a little green water.

"Wait...you can't!" Dumbledore shouted in disbelief, and tried to stop him, but it was a pity that Daniel moved a little faster.

He drank the little water in one gulp—like a gulp of juice soaked in crushed green caterpillars—before he let out a heavy breath.

"...If this happens, Mr. Dumbledore, you will need you to make sure I keep drinking it, even if you have to pour the potion into my tightly closed mouth." Daniel said to the stunned and flustered Dumbledore blinked: "Then, I'll leave it to you."

He held the vial of Felicity Elixir in his palm, and Daniel closed his eyes, feeling a wave of dizziness attacking his brain.

He could hear a distant voice coming from the depths of his consciousness, and at the same time felt his lips being pressed against something, he opened his mouth obediently, and swallowed the unpalatable liquid.

"...Daniel that guy? He's just a commoner. He really thinks he can be on an equal footing with the king's second prince? They just treat him as a plaything!"

Another glass of liquid came over.

"...Do you really think that becoming a holy child will make you powerful? Isn't it because you are helpless against the black dragon, waste!"

Another cup of liquid stuck to his lips.

"...I don't recognize you as my believer, you are not worthy to use the power of God!"

Another glass of liquid.

"...You can't protect everyone!"

Another glass of liquid.

"...you will be rejected by everyone!"

Another glass.

"...you will be alone, exposed to the wilderness!"

Another glass.

Another glass.

……

The noisy voices filled his brain, the pain was pumped to the whole body by the heart along with the poison, and the despair swallowed his consciousness bit by bit, and then, another glass of liquid was pressed against his lips.

Daniel opened his mouth, drank the glass of liquid, and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was Dumbledore's bloodshot eyes and haggard face. The glass in his hand had fallen to the ground and broke into two pieces.

He suddenly wanted to laugh: You look like you drank the whole thing.

The author has something to say:

Daniel had already decided to drink... In the end, Daniel was just afraid that he would be forgotten, rejected, ignored, and finally die alone.

Of course, my own mother will never abuse the protagonist!Seriously!