Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 312 Someone come here! Feed the zombies medicine!

"I thought you would suggest that I use other methods to obtain the Horcrux hidden in the green light in the middle of the lake."

Dumbledore and Lane stood together by the lake, and Dumbledore suddenly said, after all, Lane had always left him with the impression of not following the usual path.

"I would like to, but it would be too humiliating and disrespectful to the power of the Earth Demon. As a living, breathing legend, the place he left behind to fully protect a part of his soul must be heavily guarded, with only one path leading to the end."

Ryan said righteously that he greatly admired Voldemort's methods.

But then he changed the subject: "We can also use another clever method."

"That's the apparition of a house-elf." He shook the bracelet on his wrist. "The facts and everything that has happened in the past tell us that Voldemort didn't care about the power of magical creatures at all; he genuinely believed that pure-blood wizards were superior to everything."

The phoenix disappeared after pulling him and Dumbledore to this cliff.

Because the phoenix needs to rush back to Hogwarts and stay at the main camp to act as a teleportation device, only the phoenix's teleportation can instantly pull other wizards away from danger. Moreover, even Helbo cannot interrupt this movement; he can only temporarily slow down and prolong the process.

So Phoenix Fox didn't follow them.

Of course, even if you go with them, the first step of bloodletting is still necessary.

Because they weren't sure what was behind the wall, and if the phantom teleported in and got embedded in the stone, that would be the end of them.

The two were highly skilled and daring, and without much preparation or defense, they went directly to the center of the lake with the help of the Pokémon bracelet.

This is a smooth black stone slab, with a basin in the center resembling a meditation basin, where a bright green liquid is submerged.

This time, without Dumbledore's prompting, Ryan was able to follow the traces of magic to figure out the solution needed for this challenge.

"Is Voldemort out of his mind? Why would he think I absolutely have to drink this stuff?" Ryan didn't understand.

As he spoke, a ball of golden fire appeared in his hand.

When indecisive, they resort to arson.

Just burn it.

Even though these liquids cannot be touched, separated, or extracted, nor can they be made to disappear with a vanishing charm, or have their properties and form altered with a transfiguration spell.

But he really didn't believe that the magical liquid left behind by Voldemort could withstand the Fiendfire for long.

"That's too extreme," Dumbledore dismissed Lane's idea. He tapped his wand on the green light, saying, "Don't forget, Harry still needs Voldemort's Horcruxes for enhancement. You don't want to shoulder the entire burden of your generation alone, do you?"

Ryan extinguished the fire in his hand and shrugged: "I just feel that our generation isn't very useful in the short term, and we can't really rely on others in big situations. That's why I hang out with you older folks."

That's why he agreed with Dumbledore's idea to feed Harry, first using the Voldemort fragments to strengthen Harry, and then talking about the others.

After all, they now have no choice but to make the wizarding world public, so the powerful can no longer remain an old man from a century or more ago.

We can't let it seem like the wizarding world has no successors.

"Should I go out and bring some pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep for them to drink?" Ryan asked.

"I doubt it will work. Perhaps only a magical creature could drink it—"

Dumbledore verified it and concluded that the liquid's properties required a magical being to drink it; otherwise, it would return to the basin.

He shook his head and said, "If Slughorn or Severus were here, they might be able to analyze the specifics of this liquid, but I suspect it might combine with wizarding magic to harm them. It would also likely be accompanied by some painful memories, a double torment of body and soul. This is like Voldemort's style, using terror and pain to punish everyone who offends him."

"People."

"So, the virus similar to that of werewolves is intertwined with the magic of werewolves themselves?" Ryan nodded, understanding Dumbledore's meaning.

Speaking of werewolves, he suddenly remembered that the potion they had developed was to be released jointly by the two potion masters after dawn.

This is bound to cause a sensation.

It is also a powerful weapon for absorbing and recruiting werewolves, an important fighting force.

He shook his head, banishing these irrelevant thoughts, and then turned his gaze to the dark lake.

With his magical prowess, he could naturally sense that many creatures containing sinister magic lurked within the Black Fox.

The cold, magical creatures that could exist underwater for so long in this place and at this time were undoubtedly the living corpses created by Voldemort after he started his massacre.

"Then let's catch some zombies to feed them!"

Both he and Dumbledore knew that once the defensive mechanisms left by Voldemort were triggered, allowing the undead to appear on the island in the lake, they would inevitably face a relentless onslaught.

Fortunately, whichever of them, he or Dumbledore, fed the undead, the other had enough strength to ensure the undead wouldn't interfere with the operation.

"Hopefully there are enough zombies here," he joked, then golden flames fell, parting the black lake to reveal one sinister face after another, each with sunken, sightless eyes staring toward the light.

"How could I have imagined that one day I could cosplay the miracle of the Dividing Sea?"

Ryan chuckled, and the clear spring water transformed into a water prison in his hands, binding one lively undead after another, before handing them to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore conjured up goblets and poured the ghastly green liquid into the mouths of the undead, one goblet after another.

While maintaining control over the undead horde, Ryan glanced at the undead forced to drink the potion.

It is clear that Dumbledore's judgment was entirely correct.

This ghastly green liquid is meant to entangle with the magical power within magical creatures, thereby causing them pain.

This damage is likely to be permanent; simply put, drinking these liquids will lower the maximum mana capacity.

present.

Three zombies have already lost their potion-feeding effect, meaning that after the living stone drank the cup of pale green liquid, the liquid returned to the stone basin intact.

The fate of these undead was also not good; their bodies gradually weathered away and disappeared, leaving only dark green, gem-like objects—a combination of the sinister magic that kept them moving and the green potion. And so, without the aid of magic, these long-deceased beings finally returned to the embrace of death.