Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Tell me, Cliche!” Sirius clenches his fist and growls loudly, "how exactly do we get through here? ”

“Need blood, sir!” Cliché pointed to a large, smooth rock in front of Dumbledore, with a crying voice, and said intermittently, "Cliché saw the Dark Lord spill blood on that rock, as did Young Master Regulus, who cut off his own arm and then...”

Sirius stunned for a moment and didn't seem to know exactly what Cliché meant.

Behind him, the expression on Harry and Hermione's face filled with anxiety, looking at the rock in horror, as if something was going to climb out of it. They heard Cliche mention blood, and they couldn't help but think of a lot of horrible things.

Unlike them, Ivan moves two steps forward.

He stood behind Dumbledore and watched carefully the rock that Criche pointed at.

In fact, from the moment he entered the cave, he felt a slight difference in that position, although the rock looked no different from the surrounding walls.

But Ivan can feel something wrong. It's a wonderful feeling, he doesn't know how to describe it, not on the senses of vision, touch, etc., but where the magic is more unusual than the magical reactions elsewhere.

It's like a normally illuminated light, suddenly disconnected somewhere.

“All magic leaves a mark, you have to feel it with your heart!” Dumbledore whispered that he had taken a few steps backwards, looking at Ivan enlightened.

“Sense with your heart?!” Ivan doesn't know what to do.

He just instinctively felt that the magic on the rock in front of him was somewhat abnormal, but he couldn't tell where the abnormality was.

Dumbledore did not go on, pointing his wand at the rock in front of him.

Suddenly, there appeared a contour of an arch that emitted brilliant white light, seemingly with a strong light behind the crack.

“You did it, Professor!” Harry shouted joyfully.

He had just been disturbed by Cliche's words and immediately raised a glimmer of hope.

There's Dumbledore here, and they don't even want to spill blood on that rock, and they can get through here.

However, his voice was not set, the outline was gone, the rock was still as hard and solid as it had just been, and there was nothing on it.

“Professor? ”

“Cliche is right, it does take blood to get through here.” Dumbledore looked at it and said calmly, "He thinks he's succeeding, but he's too low! ”

“I don't understand. Why do we need blood to get through here?” Harry puzzled, “And, too low, what does that mean? ”

“To be precise, Riddle's magic requires us to pay the price, and we have to weaken ourselves to get through here, which is why I'm so low! ”

Dumbledore's tone of contempt, even disappointment, seemed to have failed Voldemort to meet his expected standards, "he again failed to understand that there were many things much more terrible than physical harm. ”

“But you must be able to avoid...”

“Sometimes it's inevitable that we have to follow magic rules. ”

Dumbledore said, shaking his robe sleeve up, a silver knife suddenly appeared in his hand, the kind used to cut the magic material.

“No, Professor! ”

As Dumbledore lifted his knife, Ivan, Harry and Hermione rushed to stop it.

Everyone knows what Dumbledore wants, but they don't know what to say, and if it has to bleed, they should choose one of them, not let Dumbledore do it.

“Let me, I can...” Harry grabbed.

But someone was faster than him, and just as they stopped Dumbledore, Sirius had made up his mind. He rushed quickly to the side of the rock, flashing with a light at the end of the wand, his arms bursting with red and bright, dark red blood beads on the surface of the rock.

Sirius! ”Harry turned his head slowly and couldn't believe watching it all. His face instantly grew pale and rushed to Sirius in panic.

Dumbledore, Ivan and Hermione also rushed to catch up, and they saw a large wound on Sirius' arm and an uncontrolled outflow of blood.

“You should let me do it, Sirius, your blood is more valuable than mine. ”

Dumbledore scratched the deep wound cut from Sirius' arm with the tip of his wand and the wound healed immediately.

“No, I have to do it for Regulus...” Sirius raised his head and answered weakly, "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Is this blood enough? If you want, I can do it again. ”

“I believe that's enough!” Dumbledore looked at the changing wall and said softly, "The effect is very clear. ”

Once again, that bright white arch contour appeared on the wall of the hole, and this time it was not hidden.

The bloody rock in the arch suddenly disappeared, revealing a door hole that seemed endless darkness.

“Let's go in, you better follow me and get the wand out!” Dumbledore said, walking through the door hole.

Sirius, Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Cliche followed him in and lit their wands in a hurry.

It was a very strange scene in front of them.

Though previously heard from Criche, the real sight with one's own eyes is far more shocking than all languages and imaginations.

At this moment, they are standing on the shores of a black Great Lake.

The lake is vast, overlooking and can't even see the far shore.

They are situated in a cave so high that they cannot look up and see the top of the cave.

Far away, like in the middle of a lake, is a blurry, luminous light reflected in the waters of a dead lake below.

Apart from the green light and the light emitted by the five wands, the darkness is completely indelible, and the penetration of these lights is not as strong as expected, and the darkness here seems to be denser and heavier than normal.

It's hard to imagine that they're in a cave inside a cliff.

Through that arch, Ivan thought they were in a different space, and he didn't know how Voldemort had done it. He could hardly imagine how powerful it would take to transform an ordinary cave into what it looked like.

“Cleecher, Regulus' body...” Sirius suddenly said, sounding strange, not the usual kind of shouting, instead, in his voice with a hint of uncontrollable sadness, “Tell me, where is his body? ”

“There's an island in the middle of the lake, sir!” Tears flowed uncontrollably out of Criche's big eyes, and he wiped his tears and swallowed them, "Criche said, where he saw Young Master Regulus being dragged into the lake by the hands of the dead. ”