“Can you feel anything? Sherlock.” Dumbledore said softly.
After entering the water, sherlock, who was controlling the magic, was always focused, and naturally could feel what Dumbledore was observing.
“Traces of magic.” Sherlock said staring at the stone walls.
“Yes, he has tampered here for a long time, but it’s very effective.”
Dumbledore was like an ordinary Muggle explorer exploring a cave, gently patting the cold stone walls with his palms, without any wizarding style.
But relying on such ordinary exploration, he soon determined a direction.
“This is just the vestibule, the entrance hall,” Dumbledore said after a moment, “we need to get inside… What is blocking us now is the mechanism set up by Voldemort, not the obstacle set up by nature…”
At this time, Sherlock also stared at the stone wall touched by Dumbledore’s palm.
“It doesn’t feel advanced?”
“Don’t doubt your judgment, this can indeed be called a low-level or a very petty skill.”
Dumbledore had already taken two steps back at this time, and he aimed his wand at that direction.
The next moment, an outline of an arch appeared there, emitting dazzling white light, as if there was a strong light behind the crack.
But this scene lasted for only a moment, and the light converged and the cave returned to its previous state.
Sherlock touched his chin, and his control magic could make him feel the magic fluctuations just now more intuitively than Dumbledore.
“He asked us to give something to weaken our strength?”
When Sherlock asked a question, Dumbledore had already pulled out a silver knife from his robe, the kind that normal students used to cut potion materials when taking Potion class.
“That’s why I said his skills are very low-level.” His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if he was disappointed by Voldemort’s performance that was just like this.
Sherlock frowned, and he stopped Dumbledore’s attempt to use the knife.
“We will have other better methods without teaching like this.”
“Some magic cannot be avoided, Sherlock.” Dumbledore’s voice was relaxed. He had already pointed the silver short knife at his arm. “This is what he thought was brilliant, but this inevitable magic used to do such things can make people see his stupidity, it is just the price of some blood.”
After that, he had not waited for Sherlock to speak out.He stabbed the silver short knife deeply into his forearm!
The next second, a bright red spurted out of his wound, and the surface of the rock was suddenly filled with shiny, dark red blood beads!
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 you really want to see blood, you don’t need to be so anxious, you, the old man, aren’t it more suitable?”
Dumbledore took the bottle of white powder, pointed it at the wound on his arm and gently sprinkled it on some. Then the deep bone-like wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Your blood is younger and more precious than me, so I am more suitable. This bottle of fresh white is of good quality. Where did you buy it?”
“Buy? Snape did want to ask me for money at the time, but I wrote him an IOU.”
Just as they were talking, the previous light door that had disappeared after a flash of moment appeared again on the stone wall.
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