Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

"cost?"

"Yes, the price." Dumbledore gestured with his knife, "If I'm not mistaken, it's blood."

"But..." Wright stretched out his hand with a strange look on his face and took a step forward.

He could tell that the knife Dumbledore was holding was the kind used by students at Hogwarts in Potions class. Its daily use was to cut the roots of daisies, squeeze the liquid from sleepy beans, and scrape. When you scratch the powder of a unicorn horn, it has no other advantages, except that it is stronger and sharper.

But no matter what, Dumbledore is just Dumbledore, not Gandalf, the sword and wand who has titles such as Mithranda/Grahammer/The Gray Saint.

Faced with Wright's actions, Dumbledore just smiled.

A bright silver light flashed, a stream of bright red blood spurted out, and the surface of the stone wall was immediately covered with shiny, dark red blood beads.

"I see your kindness, Wright." Dumbledore said, and he slowly scratched the deep wound he made on his palm with the tip of the Elder Wand. "Voldemort is still too low-level. Through The method of the arch just now was to let the opponent weaken himself before he could enter, but he still didn't understand that there are many things that are much more terrifying than physical damage."

"no……"

Without listening to Wright's excuse, Dumbledore said to himself: "Besides, the blood of young people is much more precious than that of an old guy like me. There is no need for you to waste your blood here."

"No, you may have misunderstood. What I mean is that we can let other things bear the cost for us..."

"What?" Dumbledore didn't pay attention and directly inserted the wand into the wound on his palm. The relief expression on his face immediately twisted into a ball, "Hiss--"

The wound that was about to be completely healed was directly opened into a deeper and larger wound by his action, and drops of deep dark blood kept sliding down to the ground along the rough palm lines.

This scene was painful to watch, and the expression on Wright's face couldn't help but shrink into a ball like Dumbledore's.

At this moment, the outline of the arch appeared again on the cave wall, but this time it did not disappear immediately. It seemed that it sensed the rock stained with Dumbledore's blood on the surface of the arch. The light suddenly flickered a few times.

After a few seconds, the dark red rock suddenly disappeared along with the arch, and the doorway originally hidden behind it was exposed. The dark area inside seemed to hide endless darkness and evil.

"Teacher, I don't know what you are thinking, but judging from the two things just now, it seems that your mood tonight is," Wright hesitated for a while, trying to find a more suitable adjective, "a little, too much." "Excited."

Dumbledore silently licked his wounds, not only the physical wounds on his palms, but also the mental wounds in his heart.

"Such emotions have greatly affected your actions, causing you to make so many low-level mistakes that you shouldn't have made." Wright thought about the words, looked at Dumbledore with a sincere expression, and said affectionately, " Please don’t act on your own until I come back, okay?”

Dumbledore glanced deep into the doorway and said nothing. He just waved his hand tiredly, signaling Wright to leave quickly.

"I'll be back soon." With these words, Wright directly rode on his broomstick and left the cave.

Without spending much effort, about five minutes later, Wright appeared in the cave again, accompanied by two trembling goats.

After all, not every sheep has the experience of being hung in the sky and dragged along by others.

What made Wright a little lucky was that Dumbledore was still standing there and did not go in alone.

"Wright, did you just say goat?"

"Otherwise?" Wright asked back, "Teacher, do you think that I will catch one or two magical creatures? Or should I just go to Knockturn Alley and bring over a few scumbag dark wizards?"

He jumped off the broomstick and pulled the goat, whose legs were almost weak and unsteady, towards Dumbledore, who was still standing there.

"I bought these two goats from Tom - well, not the Tom you think, but Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron." Wright tugged on the rope tied around the necks of the two goats, " Originally, I wanted to buy two rabbits, but no one in our country eats rabbits, and I couldn't find a suitable channel for a while. The rabbit pets sold in the Magic Pet Store are almost a type of magical creatures, so I just decided to buy them. I bought two ordinary goats. Even though Boss Tom was a little confused about why there were live goats, he still sold them to me readily."

"Baaah~baaah~" the two goats cried out as if they were having a convulsion.

"Besides," Wright continued, "during the Middle Ages, weren't rabbits and goats symbols of evil?"

"Huh? Is there such a legend in the ordinary world?" Dumbledore scratched his beard, "I didn't know it yet. I originally thought that there was no fixed image of rabbits in the Middle Ages. Sometimes they were regarded as desires and desires. A symbol of impurity, sometimes purity or agility.”

In fact, you are right, Wright said silently in his heart. I ignored the cultural differences and wanted to make fun of him.

"But goats," Dumbledore glanced at the two goats held next to Wright, "I might be more familiar with them."

Yes, your brother Aberforth was once prosecuted for bewitching a goat. As for what he did that was outrageous, contrary to human ethics, and cross-racial, it is unknown. .

"Can I lead the way?" Wright asked Dumbledore politely.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand.

Wright led the two goats directly into the doorway, and Dumbledore walked in behind him. The fluorescent lights followed closely around the two of them, dispelling the darkness from the surrounding environment.

Behind the doorway is a very strange sight.

The place is full of large and small, crooked, translucent prisms, making it almost impossible to stay. In order to avoid accidents with his two precious goats, Wright had to let them float into the air and carry them away.

After a while, Wright, Dumbledore and the two sheep reached the end of the passage.

At this moment, they were standing on the shore of a large black lake. Through the misty darkness, the already extremely wide lake looked even more endless. They couldn't see where the other shore was, and they couldn't see the top of the cave when they looked up.

In the distance, as if in the middle of the big black lake, there was a hazy, green light that was reflected in the dead lake below.

The two goats seemed to be aware of the tragic fate they were about to face, and suddenly began to scream.

"What? What?"