There is only one stone basin on the island in the lake. The material should be quartz or crystal, which is crystal clear.


    Inside the stone basin is a transparent, emerald green potion.


    At the bottom, a small pendant box lay quietly - a crooked "s" made of finely broken gemstones.


    "It''s fake."


    Even if he didn''t know the original fate track, Klein was sure that the Horcrux in the stone basin was a fake.


    Voldemort''s soul fragment was so familiar to him that no clue could escape his eyes.


    "Fake?"


    Dumbledore was stunned at Klein''s words, and then he was somewhat disappointed.


    For this Horcrux, he and Moody''s hard work will not be mentioned first. Just because Klein is fierce fire and black hole, he wasted a lot of effort.


    Now tell him the Horcrux is fake?


    The old man frowned and closed his mouth.


    "Unfortunately, it''s really false."


    Said regret, but Klein was indifferent.


    Voldemort''s seven Horcruxes and diary have been destroyed. The crown is in Dumbledore''s hand, the snake is in his hand, not Harry Porter, a hidden Horcrux, has lost three lives, and the threat is greatly reduced.


    Besides, Voldemort himself is still eating in Azkaban. What''s the hurry?


    "Then... Take it out and have a look."


    The old man seemed a little unwilling. Looking at the pendant box at the bottom of the stone basin, he took a deep breath and reached for the emerald green potion, but unexpectedly found a resistance.


    After thinking for a few seconds, Dumbledore tried to cast a spell with an elderberry wand, but the magic was like a clay ox into the sea and could not turn up a bit of wind and waves.


    "This..."


    He looked at Klein.


    Feeling the sight around him, Klein looked at him and made an exaggerated expression.


    "Wow, it''s amazing ~"


    “.......”


    Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.


    "Well, I was thinking that this magic prohibition should only be broken by conventional methods."


    After joking, Klein looked straight and said what he thought.


    "Either destroy it directly or consume it bit by bit."


    "Little by little?"


    After hearing this, Dumbledore fell into a deep thought. After a pause, he opened his mouth thoughtfully.


    "Voldemort is an extremely conceited man. He believes that his layout will never be discovered by others.


    Therefore, this potion is definitely not an instant poison. He needs


    He needs to find out his mistakes, so that those who break through his ban will lose their ability to act, and maybe it will be very painful. "


    "Well, wonderful reasoning."


    Klein couldn''t help applauding.


    In most cases, the old man is the wise and great wizard, not the old bee crazy for sweets.


    "All right."


    Dumbledore sighed and casually turned a circle in the air with his elderberry wand to change into a small crystal cup.


    "Klein, no matter what happens to me, you will be responsible for supervising me to drink the whole pot of magic medicine. I believe you, you have that power."


    The potion may be disgusting, extremely painful and make life worse than death, but Dumbledore decided to sacrifice himself for his own purpose.


    This is the only way!


    "Well, headmaster, didn''t you listen to me? The Horcrux in here is a fake."


    Klein blinked and some couldn''t keep up with Dumbledore''s brain circuit.


    I know it''s a fake. It''s not that the coke just made the old man''s head sweet and funny.


    "We always have to try."


    Seeing is believing, hearing is believing.


    Dumbledore smiled and did not waver because of Klein''s words.


    Although he can''t help Klein too much in his growth, he also has something he needs to do.


    That is to stop Voldemort''s return at all costs.


    "Headmaster, you are serious."


    Klein sometimes thought Dumbledore was wise, but sometimes he thought he was really "wise".


    Even if you have to do it, you don''t have to do it yourself.


    "Well, don''t say any more. I''ve made up my mind."


    Such magic prohibition is very special. If you don''t want to destroy it, you must follow the rules.


    In other words, either he or Klein drank the potion, and Dumbledore of course chose himself.


    The old man shook his robe sleeves and showed a rather determined expression on his face. Then he had to use the crystal cup in his hand to scoop the emerald potion in the stone basin.


    "Stop!"


    Dumbledore could not be persuaded by good or bad words. Klein simply cursed to stop the old man''s action. He scratched his eyebrows helplessly and suddenly felt that "coke reduces IQ" might not be empty words.


    "There are many ways to solve it. Why do you have to choose the one that can move you most..."


    Klein muttered to himself and drew a pentagram with his wand in Dumbledore''s eyes.


    "Just find someone else to replace you."


    When the Dharma array was formed, an ominous and obscure breath appeared out of thin air.


    The long bell rang through. Dumbledore''s eyes shrank and suddenly remembered what it felt like.


    devil.


    This is the smell of demons!


    "Come out quickly and don''t play tricks."


    How dare little baimeng?


    Klein frowned, the obscure feeling immediately disappeared, and a beautiful "woman" with a height of 45 meters came to the island in the middle of the lake through the pentagram array.


    “.......”


    Dumbledore was a little silly.


    At the end of the last ceremony, the demon called baimeng kept cursing and roaring. He wanted to take Klein out of his bones and dig his marrow. How can he be so honest now.


    "Drink it and don''t leave a drop."


    When baimeng appeared, Klein did not explain about the second demon ceremony, but pointed to the pot of emerald green potion and ordered the devil to drink it.


    "Hum!"


    He was very upset, but baimeng dared not disobey Klein''s orders.


    Under the constraints of the contract, he bent down - because his body was too large, he bent down, and the stone basin was like a small wine glass.


    No matter what it was, Byron opened his mouth and sucked hard. The pot full of green potions was sucked up in the blink of an eye, revealing the pendant box lying at the bottom of the basin.


    "Burp."


    Bynum burped and his face didn''t change at all.


    If he has to evaluate the potion in this basin, then It should be a little sweet~


    "Good. Go back."


    The devil is easy to use. What is fatal to humans is a drink in the devil''s mouth. Klein waved his hand and broke the link to hell.


    With a cold hum, baimeng gradually became transparent and soon disappeared.


    "You see, in such a time, a demon can help you do a lot of things. Don''t roll up your sleeves and come by yourself."


    Picking up the pendant box in the stone basin, Klein turned to Dumbledore, who still couldn''t move.


    "I''m old. I can live longer if I don''t toss a little."