Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

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

After entering the water, Sherlock, who always turned on the control magic, concentrated his attention. Naturally, he could 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 very effective."

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

But just by relying on such mediocre exploration, he quickly determined a direction.

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

At this time, Sherlock also focused on the stone wall that Dumbledore's palm touched.

"Doesn't it feel advanced?"

"There is no need to 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 pointed his wand in that direction.

The next moment, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light shining 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 fluctuation of magic power more intuitively than Dumbledore.

"He asked us to pay something and wanted to weaken our strength?"

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

"That's why I said his skills were low-grade." His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was disappointed that Voldemort's performance was only like this.

Sherlock frowned, and stopped Dumbledore's move to use the knife.

"You don't have to teach it this way, we have other, better ways."

"Some magic is unavoidable, Sherlock." Dumbledore's voice was very relaxed. He had already pointed the silver dagger at his arm, "This is what he thinks he is clever about, but this is It's inevitable that magic would be used to do something like this, just for the price of some blood."

Then, without waiting for Sherlock to say anything, he plunged the silver dagger deeply into his forearm!

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

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 we really need to see blood, there is no need for you, an old man, to be so anxious. Aren't I more suitable?"

Dumbledore took the bottle of white powder and lightly sprinkled some on the wound on his arm. Then the bone-deep wound 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 blood is of very good quality. Where did you buy it?"

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

Just as they were talking, the light door that had flashed for a moment and then disappeared appeared again on the stone wall.

Grain color

But now it was not disappearing, but remained there until the two of them walked in together.

What they saw before them was a very strange sight.

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

The cave they were in was so high that even when they looked up, they couldn't see the top of the cave.

In the distance, as if in the center of the lake, there was a hazy, green light, reflected in the dead lake water below. Except for the green light and the bright light from the two wands in their hands, the surroundings were completely dense. The darkness cannot be opened, and the light emitted from the lighting spell in their hands cannot shine very far. The darkness here seems denser and thicker than ordinary.

They walked forward along the lake, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged. The lake was as calm as a mirror, with an unsettling green light emitting in the center of the lake.

"There's something wrong with this lake."

Sherlock stared at the dark bottom of the lake and said with a frown.

"A lot of corpses, the bottom of the lake is covered with corpses."

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

"Don't touch these lakes. Let's search first. Where do you think Voldemort will hide the Horcruxes?"

Sherlock looked at the green light in the lake.

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

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "It's like it was placed there deliberately to lure people who entered here."

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

"Aha! Did you discover 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. There is a magic chain holding it, and the other end is on this stone wall."

"Enviable observation skills, Sherlock. There is nothing more pleasant than searching for something with you."

Dumbledore said happily, he closed his hand and grabbed something invisible in the air. He held the hand in the air, holding 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 slipped from his hand, then circled on the ground like a snake, and then a ghost-like boat suddenly appeared out of the lake, without causing any ripples, and rowed towards them.

"Why would he leave such a vehicle here for people to pass through?" Sherlock looked at the boat suspiciously.

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

Dumbledore said solemnly.

"With so many corpses, there is only one possibility in the magical world that they could be one kind of creature."

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

The unconscious walking dead - the Inferi!