This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The keyhole was found first by Vincent, and he solved the key, so he won.

Dumbledore took out a mini puppet from his arms and returned it to him before entering.

"So stingy..." Vincent quickly put it back into Lemay's ring.

The other side of the arch was pitch black. After illuminating the surroundings with magic, the four found them on the shore of a large black lake.

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The entire lake is extremely wide and there is no edge to see. The black and dark lake water emits an unknown cold air all the time.

A hazy green light flashed in the middle of the lake, reflected in the cold and silent lake water below.

Vincent raised his head and looked at the top of the cave that seemed to be far away in the sky.

Using magical people to open up such a large space, this is the strength that the Dark King should have.

The style is not very good. The overall style is black and black. On one side is the rough cave walls, and on the other side is the boundless black lake. There is also a disgusting green light in the middle of the lake.

"Let's go." Dumbledore walked in the front.

He stepped into the lake where there was obviously a trap.

After waiting for a few seconds, he continued to move forward.

Vincent looked at the lake that emitted an unknown aura and hesitated for a moment to choose to activate the flying boots.

He caught up with Dumbledore, "Professor, Tom underestimates alchemy too much. He carefully arranged so many magical prohibitions, but few of them were about alchemy."

Of course there is a flight restriction, but the flight boots do not rely on magic to drive, but are a perfect combination of alchemy and Muggle technology.

Dumbledore seemed even more disappointed, "I taught Tom. He was not so arrogant when he was in school. I think he became like this after he successfully made the Horcrux."

Vinson agreed with his opinion, "Professor, do you think the Horcrux will be hidden at the bottom of the lake or in the green light?"

Dumbledore subconsciously touched the mini puppet hidden in his arms.

“I think—”

"I think it's hidden in the green light." Vincent interrupted him directly, "Professor, why don't we come and compete again to compete who guessed correctly?"

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, no agreement or rejection.

Vincent flew to Harry and Sirius on the shore, "The professor has promised me, can you be the referee?"

Not saying anything means not refusing, and not refusing means agreeing.

The second round seems inevitable.

Sirius shook his head and laughed, "Okay, then Harry and I stayed on the shore and waited for your good news."

Vincent turned around and found that Dumbledore was missing, leaving only circles of ripples that continued to spread out.

Pooh! The old man Deng is really shameless, he didn't even shout to start.

What's the use of such a little more time? If you can't find the Horcrux, you will have to lose.

Vincent swept across the calm lake without any haste, without any ripples.

The 3.0 version of the flight boot is infinitely close to perfection, and the 4.0 version can further reduce the noise and vibration of high-speed cruise mode.

A "bang" sound suddenly came from behind.

Vincent turned around and saw a large splash of water rising from the lake, which seemed to be vaguely mixed with a few white figures.

A few "dongdongdongdongdong" sounds passed, and the figures smashed back into the lake.

He was wondering, and a large splash of water was once again sparking from the lake, which had not yet recovered.

This time I finally could see clearly that those white figures were actually humans!

It should be said that they were humans during their lifetime.

Their bodies were filled with a rich aroma of black magic, their thin bodies were wrapped in a layer of pale skin, and their turbid white eyeballs were hollow, like soulless walking zombies.

Vincent frowned. These corpses were by no means formed naturally after death, but were forced to transform through evil black magic.

Judging from their incomplete clothing, they should have been Muggles during their lifetime.

Harry and Sirius on the shore felt a powerful mana fluctuation full of anger.

The two of them looked at the source of the mana fluctuation, that is, Vincent on the lake.

"Godfather, this is..."

"Yes, it's black magic."

Sirius pulled Harry backwards.

Unlike the evil and cold atmosphere of ordinary black magic, Vincent's black magic is full of violence and heat, like an angry dragon.

Yin corpses cannot be eliminated by conventional magic. They have no life, no soul and mind, are afraid of fire and light, and like dark and humid environments.

Tom obviously would not take the initiative to collect corpses, so how did he create these yin corpses?

Vincent, who exuded a terrible aura, was unwilling to think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.

He had only one idea now, which was to completely rest these corpses that had been desecrated by Tom.

The fiery, full of destructive desire, appeared on the two snake heads of the two snake staff.

The bright red magic fire instantly expanded with the blessing of the black magic aura, and the color became brighter and more dazzling.

Two flames like golden dragons hovered beside Vincent, staring at the lake that emitted an unknown aura.

When several corpses were lifted out of the water again, two golden dragons opened their mouths and rushed over.

The scream of extremely shrill and liberation suddenly rang out.

In the face of the demonic fire that can burn all things, these Yin corpses quickly turned into ashes and floated away.

“8…17…26…”

Vincent murmured their number.

The larger the number, the larger the size of the two golden dragons.

The Yin corpses seemed endless, and dozens or hundreds were far from the end.

I don't know how long it took, Dumbledore came out of the water with a body in a ragged black robe.

He ignored the golden dragon flying over his head, but stared at Vincent, who was still silently chanting the numbers in a heavy mood.

The bottom of the lake is densely filled with corpses, and there are probably hundreds or thousands.

Some of them were cruelly killed and made into yin corpses, while others had no obvious wounds on their bodies. They might have been deliberately killed in order to make yin corpses.

Dumbledore did not go through the bottom of the lake, but he thought that there should be no natural death.

He looked down at the body holding his hands.

Among countless crazy attacks on Yin corpses, the corpse was lying quietly at the bottom of the lake without moving.

Out of curiosity, he went over and checked and found that although the body was covered with scratches and bites, there were no traces of corruption.

In order to keep the Yin Corpse motivated for a long time, Tom imparted a preservation magic in the lake, which allowed Dumbledore to recognize who the body was at a glance.

"Oh..." He sighed faintly and swam quickly towards the shore.

Without his "help", all the Yin corpses stayed quietly at the bottom of the lake.

After he came ashore with his body in his arms, two golden dragons hundreds of meters long rushed into the lake, instantly making the lake surface boil.

Vincent no longer silently recited the numbers, not because he was numb, but because he was afraid that he would lose his mind if he continued.

Tom - Voldemort's approach has no bottom line and cannot be called a human being at all.

These are hundreds or thousands of living lives. They cannot get rest after death, and they are even made into Yin corpses to protect the evil spirit weapon.

It is simply a loss of conscience and absolute human nature.

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