Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 469, 464. Isn't someone over a hundred years old a young adult?

Dumbledore and Dudley arrived at the cliff where Voldemort had once been, and without a second thought, they went inside.

Without using fluorescent flashing, Dudley turned on the searchlight above his head.

A beam of strong light shone directly in, illuminating the entire cave.

"This is much more effective than any spell."

Looking at the searchlight above Dudley's head, Dumbledore remarked.

Aside from Dudley's illuminating charm, no wizard's spell has a better effect than the searchlight, and wearing it on your head even frees up your hands, making it easier to deal with enemies.

"Actually, taking night vision medication is more effective."

Dudley said as he walked ahead, illuminating the path with his bright light.

As a potion master, Dudley would always prioritize using potions to solve problems.

The two soon reached the first obstacle in the cave—a wall at the end of the cave.

It needs to be splattered with blood to open.

Dali pulled a blood bag out of his pocket; it contained fresh blood he had bought from the hospital.

He splattered his blood on the stone wall, and the next second another path appeared before him, leading to a vast black lake.

"Professor Dumbledore, let's go inside."

Dali said this and went inside first.

"I'm so lucky."

Just as the two entered the path, Voldemort, who was gathering his Death Eaters, suddenly paused, looked towards a certain spot, and slowly spoke: "Someone went to that cave, using the information from that necklace to search for my trail."

Voldemort spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Needless to say, it must be Dumbledore. Given Dumbledore's personality, he certainly wouldn't go alone; he would bring along people he wants to train."

"Harry Potter! It must be him!"

Voldemort said with certainty.

"No matter how many of them went, I think Dumbledore must have taken the potion."

"Because his days are numbered, I know him. He wouldn't let anyone make unnecessary sacrifices, and he's a good man. He wouldn't go around arresting innocent Muggles like we do, so it must have been him who went to drink it himself."

"That was a potion I specially concocted. If he hadn't received timely treatment from a Potions Master, he would have been dead for sure. There's only one Potions Master in all of Hogwarts. Our Mr. Snape."

"It's like heaven is on my side."

Voldemort turned to Bellatrix, his most trusted lieutenant: "Tell Barty and the others to get ready; we're going to Hogwarts tonight."

"By the way, only bring 'our' people."

Voldemort then gave a special instruction.

Yes, Voldemort didn't fully trust Lucius and his group. He only truly trusted the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban during the time he disappeared, considering them his most loyal servants.

What remains are just a bunch of opportunists.

Voldemort grinned, revealing a silent smile. The next second, his expression turned incredibly sinister, as if he wanted to crush everything in front of him.

"Tonight, I will kill Dumbledore!"

"I want to see him die with my own eyes!"

In the cave on the other side, Dumbledore and Dudley stood on the edge of the Black Lake, gazing at the small boat in silence.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you think Voldemort has noticed us coming in?"

"Dali asked."

"Tom is a cautious man. If I'm not mistaken, he must have cast a spell at the entrance, and he should have discovered us the moment we came in."

"Dumbledore said."

"Shall we go back?"

Dudley suggested that he didn't like the damp environment of the cave.

Dumbledore shook his head and looked at the platform in the center of the lake that emitted a faint green light: "Just to be on the safe side, let's go inside."

"You mean you want to take this small boat across?"

Dali pointed to the simple boat not far away.

"It seems there's only one way," Dumbledore said.

"If I were Tom, I would definitely put a lot of things in the lake."

Dudley turned to look at the lake, which was as black as ink: "This is stagnant water, so it definitely wasn't released with any living creatures."

"What could it be?"

Dumbledore also looked at the calm lake.

"Professor Dumbledore, how about we make a bet? I suspect there's an Inferi at the bottom of the lake."

Dumbledore smiled. "Coincidentally, that's what I think too."

As the two chatted and laughed, they boarded a small boat, which gently swayed and carried them to a platform in the middle of the lake.

The two walked to the table where the fake pendants were stored.

"You don't mean to drink it, do you?"

Dudley looked at the transparent liquid that reflected the pendant and said.

"Of course not, the pendant inside is fake, but just to be on the safe side, I think it's still worth it."

"You really don't value your life at all."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Dudley interrupted him, saying something unusually serious.

"I don't want to attend your funeral before graduation; I would much rather you be able to teach my children in the future."

"Can't I retire? Look, I'm already over a hundred years old."

Dumbledore made a witty remark.

"Isn't a hundred years old considered young and vigorous for a wizard?"

Dumbledore: "."

"I think you have some misunderstanding about the definition of young adults."

Being over a hundred years old is always a synonym for longevity. Although there was an alchemist who lived for several hundred years.

"Let's use this." Dali pulled a small white mouse out of his pocket.

That's what he used for experiments.

"You have everything there."

Dumbledore remarked that Dudley's pocket was like a treasure chest; whatever you needed, he had it there.

"As a wizard, shouldn't you consider everything and prepare a foolproof plan?"

Dudley said matter-of-factly, "I find it quite surprising that wizards these days only carry a wand at all times."

Despite possessing the Seamless Stretch Spell, which not only expands space but also provides stability, the items in your pocket will remain completely unaffected no matter how vigorous your movements are outside.

It would be really unreasonable for you not to bring some extra things with you.

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After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore said, "You are right."

While the two were talking, Dudley had already cast a spell on the white mouse. Under the effect of the Transfiguration spell, the white mouse was transformed into a person who looked seven or eight parts similar to Voldemort in his youth. Then he cast a Confusion Charm.

The Confusion Spell is truly a versatile spell, often achieving unexpected results.

I scooped up a ladleful with the spoon next to the table and had the white mouse, which had turned into a human, drink it.

The mouse's body trembled violently after taking a sip.

"A very potent poison, but that's no problem for me."

After observing the mice's condition, Dali began preparing the antidote on-site.

(End of this chapter)