Chapter 377: Corpse

"Can you feel anything, Sherlock?" Dumbledore said softly.

After entering the water, Sherlock, who was always controlling the magic, focused his attention and could naturally feel what Dumbledore was observing.

"Traces of magic." Sherlock said, staring at the stone walls.

"Yes, he has done something here, a long time ago, but it is very effective."

Dumbledore was like an ordinary Muggle explorer who was exploring the cave, gently patting the cold stone walls with his palms, without any wizard style at all.

But just relying on such ordinary exploration, he soon determined a direction.

"This is just the front hall, the entrance hall," Dumbledore said after a while, "We need to go in... What is blocking us now is the mechanism set by Voldemort, not the obstacles set by nature..."

At this time, Sherlock also stared at the stone wall touched by Dumbledore's palm.

"Doesn't it feel advanced?"

"Don't doubt your judgment. This can indeed be called a low-level, or petty trick."

Dumbledore had already taken two steps back at this time, and he pointed his wand at that direction.

The next moment, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light behind the crack.

But this scene only lasted for a moment, the light converged, and the cave returned to its previous state.

Sherlock touched his chin. His control magic allowed him to feel the magic fluctuations more intuitively than Dumbledore.

"He wants us to pay something and wants to weaken our strength?"

When Sherlock asked the question, Dumbledore had already pulled out a silver dagger from his robe, the kind that normal students use to cut potion materials in potion classes.

"That's why I said his tricks are low-level." His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was disappointed that Voldemort's performance was just like this.

Sherlock frowned, and stopped Dumbledore from moving his knife.

"Don't teach me like that, we have other better ways."

"Some magic cannot be avoided, Sherlock." Dumbledore's voice was relaxed, and he had already pointed the silver dagger at his arm, "This is what he thinks is so smart, but such unavoidable magic used to do such a thing can make people see his stupidity, just the price of some blood."

After that, without waiting for Sherlock to speak, he had already stabbed the silver dagger deeply into his forearm!

The next second, a stream of blood spurted out of his wound, and the surface of the rock was immediately covered with shiny, dark red blood beads!

Sherlock looked at the decisive old man with a headache, and he took out a small bottle of white powder from his robe pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Even if blood is really going to be seen, there's no need for you, an old man, to be so anxious. Am I not more suitable?"

Dumbledore took the bottle of white powder and gently sprinkled some on the wound on his arm. Then the wound that was deep enough to see the bone healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your blood is younger and more precious than mine, so I am more suitable. This bottle of white fresh is of very good quality. Where did you buy it from?"

"Buy? Snape did want to ask me for money at that time, but I wrote him an IOU."

As they were talking, the light gate that flashed for a moment and disappeared before reappeared on the stone wall.

Valley color

But now it is not disappearing, but has been maintained there until the two walked in together.

They saw a very strange scene in front of them.

Sherlock and Dumbledore stood on the shore of a large black lake. The lake was extremely wide and boundless, and the other side of the lake in the distance could not be seen at all.

The cave they were in was very high, and they could not see the top of the cave even if they looked up.

Far away, as if in the middle of the lake, there was a hazy, green light flickering, reflected in the dead water below. Except for that green light and the light from the two wands in their hands, there was a thick darkness all around, and the light from the illumination spell in their hands could not reach very far. The darkness here seemed to be denser and heavier than ordinary ones.

They walked along the lake, but the surrounding scenery had not changed. The lake was as calm as a mirror, and there was a disturbing green light in the middle of the lake.

"There is something wrong with this lake."

Sherlock stared at the bottom of the lake, which was pitch black and could not see anything, and frowned.

"There are many corpses, and the bottom of the lake is covered with corpses."

Dumbledore took Sherlock to keep as far away from the lake as possible.

"Don't touch these lakes. Let's look for them first. Where do you think Voldemort will hide his Horcruxes?"

Sherlock looked at the place where the green light was on in the lake.

"The answer to this question is a little too obvious."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "It's like it was placed there on purpose to lure people in."

Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped and smiled.

"Aha! Did you notice anything, Sherlock?"

Dumbledore was staring at the stone wall next to them, while Sherlock was always looking at the lake.

"A boat, professor, it's under the water, there's a magic chain holding it, and the other end is on this stone wall."

"Enviable observation skills, Sherlock, there's nothing more enjoyable than looking for things with you."

Dumbledore said happily, he closed his hands and grabbed something invisible in the air, he held the hand in the air, raised the wand in the other hand, and tapped his fist with the tip of the wand.

Immediately, a thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and jumped towards Dumbledore's clenched fist.

The chain slid through his hand, then coiled on the ground like a snake, and then a ghost-like boat suddenly emerged from the lake, without causing any ripples, and rowed towards them.

"Why did he leave such a means of transportation for people to pass here?" Sherlock looked at the boat suspiciously.

"Voldemort needs a way to cross the lake smoothly if he needs to visit or take away his Horcruxes, so as not to anger those guys he placed in the lake."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"There are so many corpses, there can only be one kind of creature in the wizarding world."

He didn't say what this creature was, but Sherlock naturally understood what those things at the bottom of the lake were.

A walking corpse without consciousness - the Inferi!