Chapter 191
: Potion: It can only be drunk
Chapter 191: Potion: It can only be drunk
In the stone basin, there is a full basin of emerald green liquid, and the surface of the liquid is also very smooth.
Dumbledore reached out his hand, but couldn't touch the liquid. He used some complicated spells to test it, muttering something silently, and after a long time, he put away his wand.
Looking at Wade who was waiting quietly beside him, Dumbledore said: "This liquid cannot be separated or scooped out, it cannot be made to disappear or deform by spells, and even hands cannot be put into it..."
"In this case, Vader, how do you think we can discover the secrets it hides?"
"Drink it," Vader said.
Dumbledore nodded: "Indeed, this is the only way."
"Just now when Regulus tried to attack Sirius, I saw traces of the curse on his body, the same as the liquid in this stone basin."
Vader said softly, "He must have drunk a lot of this liquid before he died."
"Voldemort does not consider his subordinates as his companions, but to treat a young man who was once loyal to him in this way..."
Dumbledore didn't finish his words. He shook his head with pity and conjured up a tall crystal goblet in his hand.
Vader frowned and said, "You don't want to drink it yourself, do you, Professor?"
"Oh, I want to see how it works."
Dumbledore said lightly, "Compared to you, my magic is more resistant to the harm of the Dark Arts. And I believe that Voldemort should not want to kill anyone who comes to this island immediately."
"So you're risking your life just based on guesswork?"
Wade disagreed, "Why don't we move it along with the stone basin and take it outside to deal with it?"
"I'm afraid not, Wade," Dumbledore said. "I think you should have discovered that this stone basin, stone pillars, and everything on the island are actually closely integrated with the entire lake and cave. Unless we have the ability to move all the objects in the cave together, there is no way to take the stone basin out."
"There is no imminent crisis that requires us to sacrifice ourselves to deal with it." Wade suggested: "We can find a very heinous prisoner to drink it - there are plenty of such people in Muggle prisons."
Dumbledore stared at him intently.
"Doesn't sound consistent with secular moral values?" Wade said frankly: "Professor, I am not as righteous and kind as you. If I have to sacrifice someone, I would rather choose a criminal than someone I am familiar with."
Dumbledore was silent for a while before he said, "No... Wade... You thought too highly of me."
"I can't say I have much sympathy for a death row inmate. I have seen too many innocent lives brutally harmed... I have also hurt others."
"But even so... I never think it's right to sacrifice others for your own goals, even if that person is a bad person."
"Ved, life is more important than we think... Even if we kill for the sake of justice, our soul will be hurt."
"Voldemort didn't care about it. He was afraid of death, but he thought that other people's lives were insignificant. But he was wrong, Vader. He made a very big mistake, and his soul was broken."
Wade subconsciously thought: Didn't Voldemort split his soul in order to make the Horcruxes?
Then he realized that according to Dumbledore, even without the Horcrux, when Voldemort killed people, his soul had actually changed, but he himself was not aware of it.
And then he realized that even though Dumbledore might have done this, he was here.
In Dumbledore's eyes, Wade is a gifted child but he has a unclear sense of good and evil and may make mistakes at any time.
Everything that people around him say and do will influence his view of the world.
He is watching.
So Dumbledore would never achieve his goal by sacrificing others, even if it was the least costly method. Wade sighed and said, "I understand, but I want to try my way, okay?"
"Certainly," said Dumbledore.
Vader opened his bag and a serious-looking man jumped out.
When he landed, he was only the size of a palm, but then, under the effect of the expansion spell, the puppet quickly "grew" and in the blink of an eye it was as tall as Dumbledore.
After kneeling on one knee to salute, he took the goblet from Dumbledore without saying a word, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Wade immediately looked at the stone basin, but saw that the liquid level did not seem to drop.
Then the second cup, the third cup...
After five or six cups, the puppet's movements became slower and slower. Finally, he sighed and said, "It's so unpalatable..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet lowered its head and became as stiff as a stone. Vader poked it, but it didn't respond at all.
The magic patterns on its body had become a mess, and it seemed that even the properties of the material had changed. Even if Wade injected his thoughts into it again, it would not be able to move.
Vader and Dumbledore exchanged a glance.
Then he opened the closet space and walked in. After a while, he came out again with a fat gray pig in his hand.
"Pig?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Yes." Weed said, "It's not one of those ordinary breeds that Hagrid raises. It is said that it has one-sixteenth of the blood of a T'bo Warthog, so it also has a weak magical power."
Wade touched the piglet's ears, which were pointier than those of its peers, and its wide, flat nose. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he remembered something.
"Professor Dumbledore -" Wade said, "Transfiguration can turn people into animals, but can it turn animals into people?"
"Hmm?" Dumbledore had never expected him to have such an idea. After a pause, he said, "Magic can indeed do it, but after the transformation, its essence is still a warthog."
"That's great. If it could really turn into a human, I wouldn't have the heart to do it. But I suspect that this potion might be meant to be drunk by a human or a humanoid creature."
Wade tilted his head to signal the piglet, and said to Dumbledore: "Professor, thank you for your help."
"……All right."
Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still followed Wade's instructions and pointed his wand at the piglet.
Enshrouded in light, the piglet struggled in panic, its limbs stretched, its nose and ears shrank, and its tail gradually disappeared while spinning.
A few seconds later, a fat man in a gray robe sat on the ground.
There were only sparse yellow hair on its bald head, and a pair of small black eyes that still showed fear. Its mouth was flat and wide, as if it could eat a child in one bite. Its limbs were short and thick, and its belly was round and bulging.
It no longer looked like a pig, but rather like a toad-like creature squatting on the ground and transformed into a human.
“Hmph—”
It opened its mouth and made a strange sound.
(End of this chapter)