Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Fox eventually came back to pick up William.

It's careful thinking, William saw through it at a glance.

Christmas is approaching, and I am afraid not to give it Christmas gifts.

William will give it a lot of snacks every year, with tastes from all countries.

Just like this guy with no conscience, this year William gave him fart snacks, at most a little bit of fried snails.

The deep-fried snails were good, maybe Fox was good with this bite.

Upon reaching the island, William looked around.

This smooth rocky island, only the size of the principal's office, is empty all around with a stone basin in the middle.

The stone basin was filled with emerald green liquid, glowing phosphorescent.

The three of them walked over and stood in front of the stone basin, looking at the green liquid.

"It seems that after a while, it will automatically renew." William observed for a while.

According to Harry's dream, Tom had drunk the potion.But at this moment, the liquid filled the stone basin again.

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand and pointed his finger towards the liquid.

"If I can't touch it, I can't stretch my hand forward." He smiled with interest, "You two should try it too."

William reached out his hand, he could clearly feel an invisible resistance.No matter how hard he pressed his hand down, the air that his fingers touched seemed to be extremely hard and indestructible.

Voldemort's "black technology"... there are so many.It is estimated that the hiding place of this Horcrux is also his proud work.

Tom is going to be a dark cute king, can't he study magic well and do his promising career as a magician?

So the same sentence: The Dark Lord's creativity is very good, but the next second will be William's.

Dumbledore raised his wand and made some complicated movements on the surface of the liquid, chanting the spell silently.

But nothing happened, but the light from the liquid seemed to be brighter.

"The hand cannot be touched, it cannot be separated, nor can it disappear with the disappearance spell, deform it with magic, or change its nature in other ways." Dumbledore said to himself.

"What if you scoop out the liquid and pour it out?" Hermione thought for a moment.

William lifted his wand and rotated it in the air, transforming a tall crystal wine glass into his hand.

He put the crystal cup into the liquid, and the cup sank suddenly, dipped in a lot of potion.

The hand cannot touch, but the object can be submerged.

The goblet was quickly filled with potions, and the liquid in the stone basin decreased slightly.

William took out the cup and poured the liquid into the ground.

Hermione kept staring at the stone basin, shook her head and said, "The liquid in the stone basin has recovered."

It seems that pouring out the water is not enough, it will automatically restore the water level.

William thought for a while, ready to find a larger container and scoop out all the liquid at once.

He conjured a large porcelain jar and put it in the stone basin again.

But only part of the liquid has entered the porcelain jar, and it can no longer be filled.

"It seems that only a fixed volume of solution can be taken out at a time." Hermione analyzed:

"If you don't drink these potions, you can't continue to take the liquid. If you pour it elsewhere, the water level in the stone basin will be restored."

She held her chin and speculated:

"I think... if you take away the potion with a cup and don't drink it for a long time, the water level in the stone basin will automatically recover."

"It should be so." William narrowed his eyes and said: "If you want to get a Horcrux, you can only drink it."

All of them were mentally prepared. If there were other ways, Little Tom would not choose to drink the potion.

Voldemort obviously took all the loopholes into consideration.

William and Hermione found no loopholes, while Dumbledore stared at the stone basin, his face reflected on the smooth green liquid.

The principal said slowly:

"There is no doubt that this medicine will probably paralyze the user, feel extremely painful, unable to concentrate and forget the purpose of coming here.

Or, incapacitated in other ways."

"The incapacitated wizard will be killed by the corpses in the lake." William admired: "This protection mechanism... is still very cleverly designed."

Hermione nodded too.

"Then, someone needs to take it, the one that won't die." William said, glancing at Fox.

It exploded immediately, and after a flash of fire, it disappeared without a trace.

"..."

Really a coward, and Yaya all the same.

William just said that Fox would definitely not drink the potion.

Although Fox can be reborn, it is Dumbledore's little pet.

And it is impossible for the three of them to drink this potion.

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He thought for a while, and among the many magical animals, he chose Hagrid's daughter, the fried snail.

Deep-fried snails are good. They are strong and tough. The most important thing is... I don't know what's the use.

So, it is definitely it.

William took out the fried snail, which groggyly lay on the ground.A look of slack and drained.

He was drawn too much blood and took sleeping pills again. It was indeed a little bit depressed.

"Come on, drink something, be good, drink it and be comfortable." William forced the cup to the mouth of the fried snail.

He is like a weird scorpion in a bar persuading girls to drink, waiting to get drunk and pick up the corpse.

If the fried tail snails refuses, he also has a way-enema!

The fried snail finally drank it, and it was a pity that it made a weak cry.

Its usual cry is very hard to hear, so it can't be distinguished at all, whether it is a good drink or uncomfortable.

William thought it was the former for the first time, so one cup after another, without a pause.

The snail dangled its tail, trying to pierce William's arm, but his whole body was numb, and the stiff tail weakened weakly.

It was lying on the ground, looking at William's eyes, and began to fear.

demon!

This is the devil!

Hagrid, come and save me!

The snails gradually changed from fierce to fierce.

After a dozen potions were poured, the stone basin finally bottomed out.

Dumbledore picked up a locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it into his robe.

"We can go back," he said.

William put away the fried snails and filled the last potion with a goblet, ready to go back and study the ingredients.

If it is not forbidden by conditions, he wants to pack up the stone basin and the bronze boat.

These things may have belonged to Voldemort... but they will become William's eventually.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and Fox appeared with a snap.It grabbed three people, and the fire flashed by.

William quickly fell to the ground. He looked up and found that he had returned to the warm principal's office.

Dumbledore put the locket on the table, and the old principals didn't pretend to be asleep anymore, all opened their eyes and whispered to each other there.

Phineas Black even put on a monocle, trying to look curiously.

William looked at the locket, frowning slightly.Intuition told him that it was not quite right.

He has already been in contact with two Horcruxes, and he is also considered to have experienced many battles.

But this locket didn't feel the same as Ravenclaw's crown, and there was no cold feeling on it.

Dumbledore sat in a chair and turned the locket over.

The locket looks very ordinary, without any signs.After he opened it gently, there was nothing but a folded parchment tightly packed inside.

The principal took out the piece of parchment, opened it and read:

To the Dark Lord:

I was dead long before you read this.But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.I am willing to die, hoping that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

R.A.B.

"The Dark Lord... a Death Eater stole Voldemort's Horcrux." William stared at the parchment slowly.

Only the Death Eaters would call Voldemort the Dark Lord.

"It seems so." Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched the last signature.

"RAB..." Hermione repeated, thinking about the famous wizards.

She knocked her head, UBM strongly remembered:

"Rosalyn Antigan Banges... Rupert Axbank Brook Stanton... I can only think of these two famous wizards for a while."

"They can't match up at all, these people are not Death Eaters... William shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah." Hermione said distressedly.

Phineas in the portrait suddenly said:

"In pure-blood families, generally only the initials of the Black family are B... I write and sign PNB."

Dumbledore's brows stretched, and he nodded, "That's clear. As far as I know, there is only one wizard from the Black family who has become a Death Eater..."

"Sirius's younger brother-Regulus Arcturus Black!"

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