The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 315 If the soft solution doesn’t work, then use the hard solution

"Crack"!

Before anyone could react, the old necromancer had already raised the staff in his hand high, and then slammed it down on the stone basin filled with green potion.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, just when the tip of the staff was about to hit the stone basin, a solid and transparent barrier suddenly condensed in the air above the basin.

The staff hit the barrier hard, but the amethyst crystal shone for a moment, and the barrier shattered like glass, and then the crystal part of the staff hit the stone basin hard.

The stone basin was smashed into pieces at that time, and all the liquid and solid inside were poured out. When the green potion came into contact with the floor, white smoke came out, and in the pool of potion, a gorgeous silver box attracted Everyone's attention.

"Oh? It seems like this box is all it takes, but I'm curious. I have no way to unlock that barrier. I can only take out the box by drinking up the potion inside. Why can your staff break it?" ?

Dumbledore asked very surprised.

"It's very simple. This magic is indeed difficult to break. However, the crystal inlaid on the top of my staff really comes from the cave of the Exiled Island. It has the blessing of the goddess. Moreover, the main part of the staff is not wood. It’s a black metal with wood texture.”

Kel'Thuzad reached into the potion without hesitation, and then picked up the box.

The potion sizzled and smoked on his hands, but it did not corrode the skin at all.

"Do you want to open it?"

The old mage hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Of course, this should be one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. We have successfully eliminated two of them now, and this should be the third one."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, seemingly in a good mood.

"Oh, wait a minute, this spell is very subtle, I won't do it softly."

The necromancer frowned, placed the box on the ground again, then raised his staff and stabbed the box hard with the sharp bottom of the staff.

With a click, the originally very sturdy mithril box was torn into pieces, revealing a gorgeous locket and a small note inside.

"You see, Mr. Dumbledore, this is a great example of flying bricks."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders at Dumbledore, who had his mouth wide open and an expression of disbelief on his face, and then walked over.

"Slytherin's locket? No, this thing is a fake, but it does look like it."

The old man picked up the locket and weighed it in his hand, then wiped it gently with his hand twice and frowned.

"This thing is not a Horcrux, it is just a simple imitation."

"Then what is written on the note in your hand?"

Zhang Qi asked in a very anxious tone, knowing what he was asking.

"Dear Dark Lord, I know I should have been dead for a long time by the time you read this letter, but I still want to emphasize that I already knew your secret and played a trick on you."

The old man frowned, opened the note, and began to read it in a low voice.

"I took the real locket away. I can't destroy it, but I can keep it secret until one day someone can actually destroy it."

"Yes, I once followed you, but when you massacred those innocent people, I knew that I was on a path of no return, but instead of running away, I would atone for my sins in my own way."

"I hope that one day, you can feel the feeling of death like me."

"RAB".

"It seems that what we are looking for has been subcontracted a long time ago. Fortunately, Mr. Dumbledore did not act according to his plan. Otherwise, you would have suffered a lot of meaningless torture in vain."

GuThe Necromancer raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore with some sympathy.

"what"?

Dumbledore quickly came over, took the locket, and observed it carefully.

"It looks like what we just did was in vain."

After confirming that it was a fake, Dumbledore's face looked a little ugly.

"So now the question is, who is RAB? We need to figure out this person's message."

Astoria thought for a moment and then spoke first:

"Based on the content on the note, we can surmise that this is a former Death Eater, and he did not go to trial, or was shot by an Auror, because he is most likely dead."

"It's a very smart idea. I already have an image of the person in my mind, but I'm not sure yet."

Dumbledore thought of the name Regulus Black inexplicably.

As a member of the Black family who is completely different from Sirius, Regulus is a Slytherin through and through, but Dumbledore firmly believes that under the ruthless appearance of the pure-blood heir, this child must be deeply loved. own family.

So after hearing that the two brothers broke up because of different people they followed, Dumbledore lamented this for a long time.

"Everyone, please wait for me. Please find the group of frozen corpses and use magic spells to lay the corpses of the elderly, children and women flat on the ground, leaving only the adult males."

Dumbledore took the lead in picking up the wand and began to examine the Inferi next to him.

After finding that the person he was looking for was not the one he was looking for, Dumbledore would use his wand to put the person down on the ground, and then move on to the next one.

Kel'Thuzad and Astoria were a little confused, but they still followed the instructions.

"It seems that I have found the hero, but unfortunately, his body has been desecrated."

Dumbledore had been looking for it for less than 5 minutes when he stood in front of a frozen corpse.

The corpse was dressed in a very simple but noble material.

That was a very young man, with a childish look still on his face, but all of this had been frozen on his face.

The corneas of his eyes were covered with a thick layer of white, which proved that he had long since become an inferi, hungry for blood and fresh flesh.

"Sorry, Regulus, your brother has been cleared of all charges, but we really shouldn't have let you stay here for so long."

Dumbledore sighed, took a step back, and bowed solemnly towards the corpse.

"Is it this? Mr. Dumbledore"?

Zhang Qi walked over knowingly, and then gently bent towards the corpse to show respect.

All people should respect heroes, even if they have had shortcomings.

A hero with flaws is still a hero.

"Yes, he should be that hero, but it is a pity that he has been floating in this dark and cold lake. If we had not come today, no one would know what he had done."

Dumbledore had completely figured everything out at this time and couldn't help but sigh softly.