Fox finally came back to pick up William.

William could see through its little thoughts at a glance.

Christmas is approaching, and I am afraid of not giving it Christmas gifts.

William gives it a lot of snacks every year, with flavors from all over the country.

Just like this, a guy without any conscience, William gave it fart snacks and at most some poop with fried tail snails this year.

After eating the fried tail snail, it was all right, maybe Fox would have a bite.

Arriving at the island, William looked around.

This sleek rocky island is only the size of a principal's office, and is empty all around, with a stone basin in the middle.

The stone basin is filled with emerald green liquid, emitting a sparkling phosphorescence.

The three of them walked over, stood in front of the stone basin, and looked at the green liquid.

"It seems that it will automatically fill up after a while." William observed for a while.

According to Harry's dream, Tom drank all the potions. But at this moment, the liquid filled the stone basin again.

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand and pointed his finger at the liquid.

"I can't touch it, and my hand can't stretch forward any further." He smiled with interest, "You two can try it too."

William leaned out his hand, and he could clearly feel an invisible resistance. No matter how hard his hand pressed down, the fingers seemed to touch the extremely hard and indestructible air.

Voldemort's "black technology"... there are so many. I guess the hiding place of this Horcrux is also his proud work.

Tom is going to be a cute black king. Can’t he study magic well and do the promising profession of a magician?

So the same thing: The Dark Lord is very creative, but it will be William's next second.

Dumbledore raised his wand, made some complicated movements on the liquid surface, and silently muttering the spell in his mouth.

But there was nothing to do, but the light emitted by the liquid seemed to be brighter.

"The hand cannot touch it, cannot separate it, cannot make it disappear with the disappearance spell, cannot make it deformed with magic, or otherwise change its nature." Dumbledore said to himself.

"What if I scoop out the liquid and pour it out?" Hermione thought for a moment.

William raised his wand, whirled it in the air, and turned it into a high-legged crystal wine glass and grabbed it in his hand.

He put the crystal cup into the liquid, and the cup sank suddenly and was immersed in a lot of potions.

The hand cannot touch it, but the object can be immersed in it.

The goblet was quickly filled with potions, and the liquid in the stone basin decreased slightly.

William took out the cup and poured the liquid into the ground.

Hermione kept staring at the stone basin and shook her head and said, "The liquid in the stone basin has recovered."

It seems that pouring water out is not OK, it will automatically restore the water level line.

William thought about it and prepared to find a larger container to scoop out all the liquid at once.

He transformed a large porcelain jar and put it in the stone basin again.

But only part of the liquid entered the porcelain jar and could no longer be filled.

"It seems that only fixed volume of solution can be removed at a time." Hermione analyzed:

"If these potions are not drunk, you will not be able to continue to take the liquid. If you pour them elsewhere, the water level line in the stone basin will also be restored."

She held her chin and guessed:

"I think...if the potion is taken away with a cup and not drunk for a long time, the water level line in the stone basin will automatically recover."

"It should be like this." William narrowed his eyes and said, "If you want to get the Horcrux, you can only drink it."

Several of them were mentally prepared. If there were other ways, little Tom would not choose to drink the potion.

Voldemort obviously took all the loopholes into consideration.

William and Hermione found no loophole, while Dumbledore stared at the stone basin, his face reflected on the smooth green liquid.

The principal said slowly:

"There is no doubt that this drug will probably paralyze the user, feel extremely painful, unable to concentrate on his mind and forget the purpose of coming here.

Or, incapacitation in other ways.”

"The incapable wizard will be killed by the corpse in the lake." William exclaimed: "This protection mechanism... is still very cleverly designed."

Hermione nodded as well.

"Then, someone needs to take it, the kind that won't die." William said, glancing at Fox.

It immediately exploded, and after a fire, it disappeared without a trace.

“…”

What a coward, he is a guy with Yaya.

William just said that he would definitely not drink the potion.

Although Fox can be reborn, he is Dumbledore's pet.

And the three of them couldn't drink this potion.

Besides, William carried a large number of small animals with him.

He thought about it and chose Hagrid's daughter - the Fried Tail Snail among the many magical animals.

The tail snail is good, the body is strong and the body is tough, the most important thing is... I don’t know what it is for.

So, it's definitely it.

William took out the snail and it lay drowsy on the ground, looking in a state of distraction and exhausted.

It was pumped too much blood and took sleeping pills, so it was indeed a little unhappy.

"Come on, drink something, be good, it will be comfortable after drinking." William stuffed the cup to the mouth of the snail.

He was like a strange millet who was urging a girl to drink at a bar, just waiting to get drunk and pick up the corpse.

If he refuses to fry the tail snail, he has a way - just an enema!

The tail snail was finally drunk and made a weak cry.

Its usual screams are very unpleasant, so it is impossible to tell whether it is to drink enough or feel uncomfortable.

William just thought it was the former, so he cup after cup, without any pause.

The tail snail shook its tail and wanted to pierce William's arm, but his whole body was numb and his hard tail softened weakly.

It lay on the ground, looking at William's eyes, and began to fear.

demon!

This is the devil!

Hagrid, come and save me!

The tail snail gradually turns from fierce to cute.

After drinking more than a dozen cups of magic potions, the stone basin finally came to its bottom.

Dumbledore picked up a locket from under the stone basin and stuffed it into his robe.

"We can go back," he said.

William put away the snails and poured the last bit of potion with a goblet, preparing to go back and study the ingredients.

If it were not for the conditions, he would have wanted to pack the stone basins and bronze boats and take them away.

These things may have been Voldemort's... but they will eventually become William's.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers and Fox appeared with a snap. It grabbed the three of them and the flames flashed by.

William quickly landed on the ground, and he looked up and found that he had returned to the warm principal's office.

Dumbledore put the locket on the table, and the old principals stopped pretending to be asleep, all opened their eyes and muttered to each other.

Phineas Black even put on monocles and looked around with curiosity.

William looked at the locket and frowned slightly. Intuition told him that something was wrong.

He has already contacted two Horcruxes, which can be considered a battle of many battles.

But this locket feels different from the crown of Ravenclaw, and there is no cold feeling on it.

Dumbledore sat on a chair and turned the locket over.

The locket looked ordinary without any sign. After he opened it gently, he tightly stuffed a piece of folded parchment inside, and there was nothing else.

The principal took out the parchment paper and opened it and read:

To the Dark Lord:

I was dead before you read this. But I want to let you know that I discovered your secret.
To be continued...