Evan blinked, looking at Dumbledore in dismay.

On the dark shore of the lake not far away, Dumbledore didn't turn around, he turned his back to everyone, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Sirius, Harry, and Hermione waited for his next move.

Everything was the same as before, and everything was unreal again, and Evan struggled to remember the strange feeling, looking for the traces of magic.

It wasn't as strong as it had been, but he could still feel the position of the boat unmistakably.

Even if you can't see it, the traces of Voldemort's magic left on the ship are still very clear.

Evan nodded, trying to remember the feeling.

Of course, it's one thing to be able to notice the traces left by magic, it's another to recognize the magic and crack it.

He focused to see what Dumbledore was doing.

In front of them, Dumbledore was still dangling and clutching his hand, his other hand holding his wand, and then, with the tip of his wand, he tapped his fist on the tip.

Suddenly, a thick green copper chain suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake and leapt towards Dumbledore's clenched fist.

Dumbledore tapped the chain with his wand, and it began to slide through his fist like a snake, coiling in a heap on the ground, and the sound of tintins hitting the rock wall with a loud echo.

The chain dragged something up from the dark bottom of the lake, and everyone watched in amazement as the bow of a small boat suddenly emerged from the surface of the lake like a ghost, glowing green like a chain, and floated towards the shore of the lake where they stood, barely causing a ripple.

"How do you know it's there?" asked Harry, surprised.

Sirius and Hermione looked at Dumbledore curiously, while Evan struggled to remember the intense feeling of the change in magic when the chain and boat appeared.

"As I said, magic always leaves a mark. Dumbledore said, with a soft thud, the boat crashed into the shore, "Sometimes, the marks are very noticeable." I've taught Tom Riddle and know his style. ”

"Is this boat safe?" Harry didn't understand Dumbledore, scratching his head and continuing to ask, "It won't"

"Oh, I think it's safe. Voldemort needed a way to cross the lake smoothly in case he needed to visit or retrieve his Horcruxes, so as not to anger the guys he had placed in the lake. ”

"If we crossed the lake in Voldemort's boat, the guys in the water wouldn't have done anything to us, would they?"

Looking at Harry's expression, he was clearly worried.

What if the boat is halfway through the lake and suddenly sinks?!

In fact, not only Harry, but Sirius, Aven, and Hermione shared the same fears, and couldn't help but have a terrible image in their minds: when they were far away from the shore in this small boat, those hands would stick out of the dark water again.

"I think we have to be mentally prepared that if they find out that we are not Voldemort, they will definitely attack us. Dumbledore said calmly, "We can't escape, don't forget the purpose of our trip, we're sure we'll come into contact with them face to face, it's almost inevitable." So far, though, so good. Since he allowed us to get the boat out of the lake, he must have allowed us to use it. ”

"But why did Voldemort let us do that?" Harry asked.

"Being too proud and trusting only in his own strength is another weakness of his, Harry!" said Dumbledore, "Voldemort firmly believes that only the most skilled wizards can discover this boat." I think that since he was ready to take the risk of being discovered by others, although it seemed almost impossible to him, with his character, there must have been some obstacles in front of him that only he could cross. If nothing else, it should be the stone altar used to store the Horcruxes and the liquid inside, and I can't wait to see what is inside. ”

Everyone leaned over and looked down at the boat, which was indeed a very small boat.

"I don't understand, Professor?!" Hermione whispered, "This boat, it doesn't seem to be for us, it's too small to fit the weight of a few of us?

Hermione's worries were warranted, and while everyone could barely stand on it by size, common sense dictated that the boat could only carry one or two people at most.

Hearing Hermione's words, Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Don't worry about that, Voldemort doesn't think about weight, he only thinks about how much magic power crosses his lake. I'd rather think the ship might have been enchanted with a limited amount of mana at a time. ”

"But"

"We deserve a risk. Dumbledore took a step forward, and the boat fell heavily and the draft was deep, stopping a quarter of a way from the edge of the ship.

The boat shook for a while, and it looked like it could sink to the bottom at any moment.

Harry and Hermione couldn't help but scream, and Sirius stepped forward, trying to hold Dumbledore.

But nothing happened, and after the rocking, the boat gradually stabilized.

"Very well, as I guessed, you can come up. I think the strength of a few of you is negligible compared to my strength. Dumbledore said, "Be careful, don't touch the water." ”

Dumbledore stepped aside, and Sirius stepped up.

Everyone's hearts were raised, and they looked nervously ahead, and the boat sank a little more, shook slightly, and immediately stopped.

The depth of the draft this time was not comparable to the depth of Dumbledore's up.

If the ship was not measured in terms of weight, but in terms of magic, then the difference between Sirius's magic and Dumbledore's magic was very obvious.

If I had to describe it, it was like the difference between a jar of water and a bottle of water.

Immediately after that, there were Harry and Hermione.

The two of them cautiously climbed onto the boat, the space on the boat was already very small, and from a normal angle, the ship could sink at any time.

But nothing happened, the boat didn't even shake a bit, it floated there steadily, and the draft barely changed.

It was incredible, Harry and Hermione seemed to have no weight.

This also means that, in terms of the size of their magic, the two of them together are not as many as Sirius alone, let alone compared to Dumbledore.

If Sirius' magic was a bottle of water, Harry and Hermione's magic was like a glass of water. (To be continued.) )