Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"No, what I want to say is not..."

"Also, this potion will definitely prevent me from obtaining a Horcrux. It will probably paralyze me, make me forget the purpose of my coming here, cause me extreme pain, unable to concentrate, or otherwise incapacitate me. . If this happens, Sherlock, you will need to make sure I keep drinking it, even if you have to pour the potion into my closed mouth, do you understand?"

"I meant to say!"

Sherlock had to raise his voice to force Dumbledore's attention to him.

"There's still something wrong with this place. Although I can't tell what's wrong with it yet, I may have a way to detect it."

As he spoke, his right hand was also rummaging in his pocket, and he quickly took out a bottle of golden "grit" in front of Dumbledore.

Seeing Sherlock take out the bottle, Dumbledore's face became obviously surprised.

"This is...how did you find this thing?"

At the last investiture ceremony, although Sherlock told him that Hilke's eyes had been cured by Mrs. Matthew, he did not mention the [time crumbs] that had been taken out, so Dumbledore was not interested in this matter. Didn't know anything about it.

"This is the thing that contaminated Vera's eyes before. After Mrs. Matthew took it out, she gave it to me. It's called..."

"[Time Scraps], an important material used to make time turners."

Before Sherlock could say the name, Dumbledore had already revealed the origin of this thing.

"Yes, Mrs. Matthew said that these are [time crumbs] improved by her ancestors. If these things are attached to an object, you can see the history of the object from its creation to the present."

"We can use this. This stone platform must have been built when Voldemort came to hide things. As long as we can see its history, we can figure out whether the thing under the liquid is a Horcrux. After figuring this out, It’s not too late for us to decide who will drink these potions.”

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock with approval, and he made no secret of his happiness.

"There is no more reliable choice than this, so let us first take a look at the history of this stone platform."

Sherlock did not hesitate. He uncorked the bottle, pointed it at the stone platform in front of him, and tapped the glass bottle gently. The golden stars fell from the bottle and landed on the stone platform.

After the [Time Chips] were reduced by one-third, Sherlock corked the bottle again.

And just when the golden "gravel" fell on the stone platform, a burst of white light and shadow lit up.

A white, seemingly transparent figure appeared next to Sherlock and Dumbledore.

This is obviously the old Voldemort.

The illusory Voldemort created the stone platform in front of them, then he poured the potions into the stone basin and disappeared from the cave.

The historical scenes were played very quickly, as if the fast-forward button had been pressed. Not long after, Voldemort came back.

But this time when he came back, he was no longer alone. There was a skinny and pitiful house elf beside him!

"Kreacher."

Dumbledore looked at the illusory, short, frightened figure and whispered the name of the house elf.

Voldemort took Kreacher to the middle of the lake in the ghost boat. He seemed to have given some instructions to Kreacher, and then the trembling elf walked to the stone platform and drank with great fear. Those poisons in the stone basin.

After just two sips, Kreacher cried bitterly and began to struggle. He seemed to be begging Voldemort for something, but the Dark Lord, who considered himself extremely noble, would certainly not listen to the pleas of a house elf.

He forced him to drink all the potions in the stone basin. After seeing Kreacher's miserable condition, he laughed happily.

Then he took out a locket from his robe, put it into the empty stone basin, and finally refilled the stone basin with new potion.

The white shadow representing Voldemort left the island in the lake in the small boat, leaving only Kreacher in great pain.

He seemed to be thirsty and struggled to climb to the lake, wanting to drink the lake water.

But then he seemed to encounter something again, and disappeared in the next second.

The area around the stone platform once again returned to its previous calmness, with no other white shadows appearing.

After watching the scene just now, Dumbledore and Sherlock were silent for about ten seconds.

"He used Kreacher as a test subject for poison." Dumbledore said with a solemn expression. "Except for Sirius, almost all the Black family are loyal believers in the pure-blood theory. This also led to the fact that their family almost They all sided with Voldemort."

"He probably borrowed Kreacher from the Black family and used him to test his own poison."

Sherlock frowned.

"Then why did nothing happen to Kreacher? He is still alive today. I am not surprised that he can leave here. With Voldemort's arrogant nature, he may indeed ignore that the anti-Apparition magic here is ineffective against house elves. , but without any orders and with Kreacher’s rigid character, how could he escape?”

As he asked the question, Dumbledore had already stepped forward.

"We can ask Kreacher alone to find out these things after we go back. Now let's get the locket first. In front of our eyes, Voldemort put the thing under the poison. You also noticed that Kreacher drank Those liquids are in the same state, so when I want to resist, I must be forced to drink these potions..."

Before he finished speaking, two illusory white figures suddenly appeared again.

Dumbledore and Sherlock were both stunned. They realized at this moment that the history of Shitai had not finished playing yet!

The two figures also arrived in the middle of the lake in a small boat.

One of them was Kreacher, the house elf who had escaped before, and the other figure was a bit strange to Sherlock.

He was a lean, not-too-tall wizard. His appearance looked a bit like Sirius, but not as handsome as him.

Dumbledore looked at the figure of the wizard, and his eyes became profound. He had been the principal of Hogwarts for nearly forty years. As long as the students who walked out of this school could leave him a little He can remember all these impressions.

So, he whispered the wizard's name.

"This is... Regulus Black."

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