The Admiral of Hogwarts

Hugo and the ship girls proceeded very smoothly along the way. Although these Inferi theoretically attack all objects passing over the water surface, the ship girls, as spirits of the water, become one with the water the moment they step onto the surface, naturally not triggering the mechanisms.

As for the method of moving forward, walking on the water is an innate skill for ship girls, and after multiple enhancements, Hugo has gradually become an Old God, able to easily move forward on the water and successfully reach the other side.

"Looks like this lake isn't that scary after all." Seeing Hugo and the others standing on the water like this, Sirius Black visibly relaxed a lot. "Maybe those spells have become ineffective."

"Ineffective? A mere dozen years is not enough for such magical mechanisms to become ineffective," Hugo shook his head and said. "You can throw something into the distance or cast a spell, and then see what the situation is in the water."

"Let me try." Hearing Hugo say this, Sirius Black immediately picked up a stone from the lake shore and threw it towards the lake.

"Bang—whirr—" The moment the stone touched the lake water, countless snow-white arms stretched out from under the water without warning, creating a scene on the lake like hell.

Then the lake water within a seven or eight meter radius boiled. The hands of the dead covered the entire lake surface, struggling and twisting, as if trying to drag everything on the lake surface into the water.

Seeing this scene, even the well-informed Sirius Black subconsciously took a step back. Although he had been mentally prepared, the sudden sight of this terrifying scene still shocked him.

A few seconds later, the arms of the corpses and everything on the water surface disappeared, and the lake returned to tranquility, as if everything before had never happened.

But Hugo and the ship girls all knew that the stone had disappeared, and had been completely destroyed by the corrosive aura of death attached to these Inferi.

This operation was not unexpected, after all, Inferi were not only weapons used by wizards to deal with Muggles, so it was unlikely that they only had simple physical attacks. This kind of corrosive aura should be considered a normal ability.

Moreover, according to the information Hugo had seen before, this spell was originally used by ancient Egyptian wizards to create eternal guardians. At that time, only the bravest and most loyal soldiers were qualified to be made into these eternal guardians.

However, after this witchcraft spread to Europe, after thousands of years of development and change, it was gradually transformed by dark wizards into what it is now, becoming a pure dark magic.

Compared to the original eternal guardians, these Inferi are complete garbage, but the low cost still made this thing popular among dark wizards in Europe.

"What if I use some kind of magical item to fly over?" At this time, Sirius Black, who had recovered on the side, asked, "Like a broom or something."

"That won't work either, because there is a random anti-apparition array in this place," Hugo shook his head and said. "Worse, there are random spatial rifts above, so any abilities related to space cannot be used."

So, Sirius Black and his house-elf Kreacher obediently chose to take Voldemort's small boat to the small island in the middle of the lake, while Hugo and the others accompanied the boat on both sides, gliding as if on ice.

After Sirius Black and Kreacher boarded the boat, the small boat immediately set off. Everything was automatic, as if an invisible rope was pulling it towards the green light in the middle of the lake.

The lake surface was very calm, and the lake water was very clear. As they slowly approached the island, corpses began to appear at the bottom of the water, first a few scattered ones, but later more and more, until they could even see corpses as white as marble stacked on top of each other at the bottom of the lake.

"These people are basically ordinary people who don't know magic." Looking at the remnants of clothing on those people, Veneto sighed. "And they are just a number in the statistics of the wizards."

When studying the history of magic, the history books described the ten years when Voldemort's power was at its strongest like this: the era of Voldemort's rule was marked by destruction. He and his followers, those dark wizards called Death Eaters, used various means of coercion and enticement to strengthen themselves, spread violence and terror everywhere, and unrestrictedly used the Unforgivable Curses to torture and kill those who stood in their way. Many Muggles were killed in the name of 'amusement'.

Hugo certainly did not doubt these records, but seeing the records in the history books and seeing the evidence of the crime with his own eyes were two completely different things. For example, the corpses stacked on top of each other at the bottom of the lake in front of him were like this.

In the face of these powerful and unscrupulous dark wizards, ordinary people who did not know magic could not stop those dark wizards at all, but Voldemort and his subordinate Death Eaters killed them for fun.

Even after their death, those dark wizards had to turn them into Inferi, so that their souls and bodies could not find peace. This approach was not war, but a complete massacre.

In this regard, even Grindelwald was better than Voldemort. After all, Grindelwald killed ordinary people for a certain purpose, which could be regarded as an act of war, unlike Voldemort who only killed for the sake of killing.

In a silence, the small boat gently bumped into something and stopped. Under the illumination of the light source in his hand, Hugo found that they had arrived on a smooth rocky island in the middle of the lake.

The island was actually made of a whole piece of black rock, about one or two hundred square meters, and it was very flat on top. There was only a stone basin in the middle, and the green light came from the potion inside.

Hugo and Glorious quickly found the front of the stone basin, and then jointly cast a spell. As a golden glow fell from the tips of the two people's wands, one rune after another began to appear on the stone basin.

As expected, these runes, in addition to being on the basin itself, even gradually extended towards the stone platform below and even the island.

"It is reasonable for the Dark Lord to become the strongest Dark Lord of the 20th century." Looking at these runes, Hugo quickly understood what was going on:

Voldemort concentrated all the power of the entire lake together, and then extracted the power of souls and death from it and injected it into the stone basin, turning it into that strange potion.

"Is this the poison my brother drank back then?" Sirius Black also walked over at this time and said.

"Yes, and it is a powerful poison involving the rules of magic. Rather than saying it is a poison, it is better to say that it is an advanced manifestation of alchemy," Hugo said, reaching into the basin.

Sure enough, as he knew before, people cannot touch these liquids. No matter how hard you try to stretch down, what your fingertips touch seems to be incredibly hard and indestructible air, and the liquid itself does not change in any way.

"This liquid, you can't put your hand in it, you can't separate it, you can't scoop it out, you can't suck it dry, you can't make it disappear with a vanishing spell, you can't deform it with magic, or change its properties in any other way. You need to drink it to solve the liquid in the basin!"

After pulling his hand out of the basin, Hugo looked at Sirius Black with a serious expression. "On this point, I admire Regulus very much. His knowledge not only allowed him to recognize this thing, but he also had the courage to face that inevitable death."