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

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

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

"Yes, he has tampered here for a long time, but it's very effective."

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

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

"This is just the vestibule, the entrance hall," Dumbledore said after a moment, "we need to get inside... what is blocking us now is the mechanism set up by Voldemort, not the obstacle set up by nature..."

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

“It doesn’t feel advanced?”

"Don't doubt your judgment, this can indeed be called a low-level, or a very petty skill."

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

The next moment, an archway 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, and his control magic could make him feel the magic fluctuations just now more intuitively than Dumbledore.

"He asked us to give something and want to weaken our strength?"

When Sherlock asked questions, Dumbledore had already drawn a silver knife from his robe, the kind that normal students used to cut potion materials when taking Potion class.

"That's why I said his skills are very low-level." His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was disappointed by Voldemort's performance.

Sherlock frowned, but he stopped Dumbledore's attempt to use the knife.

"We will have other better ways without teaching like this."

"Some magic is impossible to avoid, Sherlock." Dumbledore's voice was relaxed. He had already pointed the silver short sword at his arm. "This is what he thought was brilliant, but the inevitable magic used to do such things can make people see his stupidity, it is just the price of some blood."

After that, before she could say anything, he had already stabbed the silver short knife deeply into his forearm!

The next second, a bright red spurted out from 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. He took out a small bottle of white powder from his robe pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Even if you really want to see blood, you don't need to be so anxious, you, the old man. Isn't it more suitable for me?"

Dumbledore took the bottle of white powder, pointed it at the wound on his arm and gently sprinkled it on some. Then the wound with deep bones healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

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

Just as they were talking, the light gate that had disappeared after a flash of flashing and then appeared again on the stone wall.

But now it is not disappearing, but remains on it until the two walked in together.

There was a very strange scene in front of them.

Sherlock and Dumbledore stood on the shore of a large black lake. The lake surface was extremely wide, endless, and completely invisible to see the other side in the distance.

The cave they were in was very high, and they couldn't see the top of the cave when they looked up.

In the distance, as if in the middle of the lake, there was a hazy, green light shining in the dead lake water below. Except for the green light and the light emitted by the two magic wands in their hands, there was completely darkness that could not be melted around. The light emitted by the illumination spell in their hands could not shine far. The darkness here seemed to be denser and heavier than the ordinary ones.

They walked along the lake, but the surrounding scenery had not changed much. The lake was as calm as a mirror, emitting an unsettling green light in the middle of the lake.

“There is something wrong with this lake.”

Sherlock stared at the bottom of the dark lake where there was nothing to see, and frowned.

"Many corpses, the bottom of the lake is covered with corpses."

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

"Don't touch these lakes, let's look for it first. Where do you think Voldemort would hide his Horcrux?"

Sherlock looked at the green light in the lake.

“The answer to this question is a bit too obvious.”

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "it was like putting it there on purpose, trying to lure the people who entered here."

Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ahhh! Have you noticed anything, Sherlock?"

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

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

"The enviable observation ability, Sherlock, hasn't found something more pleasant to find with you."

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

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

The chains slid over his hands, then hovered on the ground like a snake, and then a small boat that looked like a ghost suddenly appeared out of the lake without any ripples, and it just rowed towards them.

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

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

Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"There are so many corpses, and in the magic world, only one kind of creature can be it."

He did not say what this creature was, but Sherlock naturally understood what the things at the bottom of the lake were.

Unconscious walking corpse - Yin corpse!

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