Chapter 475 Orphan's Cliff

Dawlish had no doubt about Rogge's ability to invent. He believed that Rogge could bring an excellent aircraft to the wizarding world in the future. But now, the Aurors needed something else.

"Can you make us a set of protective equipment?" He asked with a hint of urgency in his tone, "The kind that can resist evil curses."

Rogge nodded slightly and lowered his voice and said, "You mean, the kind that can resist the unforgivable curse?"

"How can that kind of evil curse be blocked?" Dawlish shook his head immediately, "I mean, it can resist things other than your weapon."

"That's very simple." Rogge smiled, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, "Do you know trolls? Their skin is naturally resistant to magic. Dragon skin has a similar effect, but the cost is too high."

He took out a silver snake bone necklace from his collar, with a sparkling gem inlaid on it.

He introduced it to Dawlish: "This is the Arcadia Amulet, an alchemical item that can be charged. It can provide protection against ordinary spell attacks once a day."

"But so far, I have never used it once." Roger thought for a moment and then said, "There is also a method that is very popular among Hogwarts students to resist mischief spells. If this spell is applied to ordinary clothes, it can also produce a certain defensive effect."

"As for the Unforgivable Curse, it is not impossible to defend against it." He deliberately raised his voice to ensure that the people behind him could clearly capture every word.

In addition to the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also a potential high-quality customer. Even if Voldemort can condescend, he does not mind selling protective items to Death Eaters. But it is possible that they dare not use them even if they buy them.

Sure enough, his words attracted the attention of several people on the flying broom, and even Dumbledore's eyes were cast over.

In Dumbledore's extensive magical knowledge, there are only a few ways to resist the Unforgivable Curse: the twin wands made of Fawkes' tail feathers, Fawkes himself, the legendary Elder Wand, and the most simple wall.

Although the latter sounds a bit ridiculous, the most vicious spells in the magic world cannot penetrate it.

"Imagine if every Auror carries a stone pillar with him..." Roger suggested.

Dalish immediately interrupted Roger's idea, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Rogge, we are not dragons, we don't have that much power."

He pointed out the problem bluntly: "And if there is time to take out the stone pillar from your pocket, why not use that time to dodge the attack?"

"Oh." Roger responded, and his tone was still calm: "I heard that there is a mysterious bone chain from Tibet that can resist an attack of the Unforgivable Curse."

Harry's heart jumped suddenly, and the word "bone chain" touched his memory, making him think of Cedric involuntarily.

He remembered that from the first Triwizard Tournament to the dark and gloomy cemetery, Cedric seemed to have been wearing bone products around his wrist. He suspected that it was the Tibetan bone chain mentioned by Roger.

"Tibet is too far away from us." Dawlish shook his head. He thought for a moment and said seriously: "We can find stocks of troll skins and dragon skins from the Ministry of Magic, and then give them to Madam Malkin to make anti-curse clothing. As for the spell you mentioned to resist mischief, can you teach us?"

He paused and continued: "As for the Arcadia amulet you wear, it is small and hidden. The Ministry of Magic needs at least 500 of them."

Rog opened his mouth slightly, as if he had ruined the twins' future big business. But he immediately smiled and responded in a light tone: "That is a derivative version of the Armor Charm. I will write it for you when I get back. When the time comes, you can cast the spell on ordinary clothes."

"As for the amulet, of course it can be made, but it will take some time..."

Sirius listened to their discussion on the side. The two guys did not feel the heaviness of looking for Regulus's body at all.

His mood became extremely heavy, and he turned back and said loudly to Harry: "Did you hear that? This is the cold-blooded pure-blood wizard. They care about their own interests anytime and anywhere. They are a group of sophisticated egoists..."

His voice was full of anger, and he felt extremely disgusted with Dawlish and Roger who only cared about their own interests.

Roger just shrugged his shoulders and did not refute Sirius's direct and sharp accusations. He accepted the other party's criticism and understood his psychology.

However, protecting the living is far more meaningful than mourning the dead.

The atmosphere of the team became a little awkward, and Dawlish returned to his usual cautious words and deeds, silently lowered his head, and focused on the flight ahead.

Rogge took out his magic wand and waved it lightly, transforming a porcelain cup into a flat tabletop, letting it float steadily on the magic carpet, maintaining a suitable angle with the magic carpet. In the upper left corner of the tabletop, there was even a table lamp emitting orange light.

A sketching feather pen floated in front of the table, and it began to automatically draw various patterns as Rogge thought.

The first thing that came to his mind was Durmstrang's old sailing ship, and the quill pen carefully drew the Jackdaw in his memory. But soon, he felt that these designs lacked modernity, so he re-drew a disc-shaped spaceship.

Just as he was lost in thought, considering which design to choose to build, Kreacher suddenly pointed to the cliff by the sea and broke the silence in the air: "The grotto is there."

Sirius was like a rocket, rushing out of the team in an instant and disappearing quickly in front. Then, Harry, Lupin and others also increased their speed, whizzing past Rogge's ears one after another.

In the end, only Rogge was left sitting leisurely on the magic carpet. He followed Kreacher's guidance and slowly floated forward on the sea level.

At this moment in the east, the purple mist was gradually dissipating, and the morning light was trying to break free from the surging waves. Although the dark ocean tried its best, it could not stop the sun from rising from the distant horizon, bringing light and warmth.

Dumbledore and the others had already landed on the cliff, and they looked at the steep rock wall below with curiosity.

Under the erosion of sea fog, the reefs looked even rougher and harder, with bare surfaces, and even seaweed could not attach to them. Waves of fierce waves kept hitting the reefs, and countless bubbles rolled in the sea water, trying to climb up.

Rogge gently kicked the bubbles a few times, and the waves immediately surged up, with more bubbles. He climbed up quickly with Kreacher, and at the same time looked up and shouted to Dumbledore and others: "It's high tide now, the entrance is flooded by sea water, don't you come down?"

However, the sound of the waves hitting the reefs was so loud that it completely shattered his shouts.

Dumbledore seemed to remember something, and his memory went back to decades ago. So he pointed to the mountainside in the distance, muttering something in his mouth, as if telling something important.

"It's really not a good place." Rogge secretly complained, and the bread in his hand was wet by the sea water again. He looked up and said to himself, "I wonder what they are doing up there?"

At this time, the sun had not yet risen completely, and the remnants of the night were even thicker. They covered the entire cliff, preventing the wizards on the cliff from discovering its little secret.

"That's the orphanage where Tom lived." Dumbledore explained to the wizards around him, "There is a place that can barely be called a village, where Tom and other orphans lived."

"He was not a popular child." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a complex light, and then he turned his head to look down the cliff, "He once brought the children he bullied to this place."

"Why?" Harry asked puzzled, "This is not a good place for a picnic."

Dumbledore nodded and explained softly, "Probably to enjoy the fun of scaring them. Especially looking down from here, it takes great courage to stand still."

"Let's go." He smiled and motioned for everyone to climb down together: "I'm afraid Roger is waiting anxiously below."

Harry couldn't help but smile when he heard Dumbledore's words. It didn't seem like a bad idea to let Rogge wait a little longer.

Dumbledore climbed down carefully while pondering the connection between these places and the Horcruxes. He vaguely felt that the place where Tom chose to hide the Horcruxes was closely related to his personal experience.

The sun gradually rose, and the golden-red light grew stronger and brighter in the waves of the sea. Soon, the entire cliff was illuminated by the warm sunlight, and Dumbledore and others no longer needed to rely on the weak fluorescence emitted by the wand to illuminate the dangerous path.

Rogge looked at Moody, his movements were like a lame lizard, climbing between the rocks in an awkward posture. Especially his artificial leg, which made a clanging sound every time it hit the rock wall.

"Master, why don't they use flying brooms?" Kreacher asked curiously.

"Because the headmaster wants to come down with his bare hands, this is the power of example. You have to learn seriously." Roger glanced at them again, and secretly sighed in his heart: "What a group of strong old, weak and disabled people, is it difficult to use a floating spell on themselves?"

He didn't understand, but he was also glad that he didn't fall on the cliff with them and go through unnecessary warm-up exercises.

As the oldest wizard in the team, Dumbledore's skills are the most agile. When Harry was still halfway on the cliff, he had already come down lightly.

"Rog, the sun is so good, doesn't it arouse your interest in exercise?" He asked with a smile.

"No." Roger shook his head firmly, "Look at Harry Potter, his palms are all scratched by stones. He is so thin, he might as well eat more and grow some meat."

As he said, he took out a bottle of white fresh potion from his pocket and threw it to Professor Lupin who came down second.

"Thank you." Lupin poured the potion on his palm, and the wound scratched by the whetstone visibly shrank and healed.

A glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked curiously: "Did you make this yourself? It feels much better than those sold on the market."

Rogge nodded and explained softly: "I slightly improved the formula, and the effect is a little better."

While they were talking, the others climbed down safely one after another. Moody took out a knife from his pocket and began to repair his wooden leg.

"The entrance was submerged by the sea because of the high tide, so we have to swim in." Roger pointed to the crack under the sea and said to Moody: "Half of your leg is made of wood, I'm afraid you can't sink."

Moody was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little unconvinced by Roger's words. He glared at Roger, then poked the leg with the knife in his hand a few times and reattached it.

"Let's go." Seeing that everyone was ready, Dumbledore slid into the water from the reef, holding his wand in his mouth, using a very standard breaststroke posture. Harry followed closely behind him, with a bubble wrapped around his head.

When Moody passed Roger, he deliberately stopped and said with a hint of provocation: "Watch carefully." Then, he curled up and smashed into the sea like a cannonball.

"Oh, there's something." Roger smiled and motioned Kreacher to wait for him in the cave first.

The crack under the sea looked like a man-eating abyss, and the passage was slimy and narrow. Harry's wand still glowed, making the rock wall as shiny as Borgin and Burke's hair.

They swam to the deepest part and found a staircase leading to a large cave. When Dumbledore came out of the water, Kreacher was already waiting for them on the shore.

"Master, wipe it quickly." As soon as Roger came ashore, Kreacher took out a towel from his bag and served him attentively.

Black pulled out seaweed from his nostrils and snorted coldly, as if he had some complaints about Kreacher's behavior.

"Squeamish young wizard." His ironic skills seemed to be gradually improving.

Dumbledore raised his wand high, he slowly turned around and carefully checked everything around him, "It is indeed this place, it has been enchanted."

Dalish took out the magic projector from the traceless expansion pack and prepared to record everything around him.

"The entrance is further inside." Kreacher hurriedly introduced, "The Dark Lord left a trap here, and Kreacher wrote down the route to enter..."

Before Kreacher finished speaking, Dumbledore began to chant a strange spell. His fingers gently stroked the charred stone wall and walked around twice from the right.

"That's not a trap, but an obstacle that prevents us from entering." He finally pressed his hand flat on the stone wall and said, "Here, the entrance is hidden here."

Kreacher was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, and Harry said proudly, "The professor is the greatest white wizard of this century."

Dumbledore stepped back from the stone wall and pointed his wand at the rock. Suddenly, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting dazzling white light.

Looking at the entrance in front of him, the smile on Harry's face became brighter. His head was slightly raised, like a victorious rooster.

But soon, the arch disappeared from the stone wall again. Dumbledore smiled awkwardly and began to think about the reason.

Roger suddenly suggested: "Principal, let Kreacher try."

"It can use Apparition here. The door that cannot be opened from the outside may be easy to open from the inside." He explained softly, without any teasing in his tone.

Dumbledore nodded, not caring about the face problem as a professor and principal. Although he already understood that sacrificing blood can fix the entrance. But since Roger proposed other solutions, why not give it a try.

Kreacher, who revisited the old place, quickly disappeared into the air. It stood by the Black Lake, looking at the calm lake surface, and below, there were countless pale corpses. Its body trembled subconsciously, but when it thought of the master's order, it still plucked up the courage and ran towards the archway.

Roger was right, the mechanism designed by Voldemort was one-way. He never thought that someone could skip the mechanism and not follow the predetermined route.

Therefore, the archway that was invisible to the outside was directly exposed on Kreacher's side. Kreacher saw a large stone blocking the middle of the doorway, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.

Kreacher recalled the levitation spell that Roger had taught the elves, and decided to try to cast a spell on the stone. A beam of light emerged from its fingertips, instantly pushing the stone out.

"Kreacher, well done." Roger's voice came from outside, making Harry, who was standing beside him, even more embarrassed.

Headmaster Dumbledore, whom he admired, was not as good as the house elves. "But if the headmaster can use Apparition, it can also be solved!" He told himself secretly.

Dumbledore nodded to Kreacher, and at the same time reflected on himself: "It seems that I have overlooked the ability of house elves."

"They took advantage of a loophole in the law." Moody snorted coldly and pointed out, "The Ministry of Magic has never allowed house elves to learn spells."

"Mad-Eye, your former boss at the Ministry of Magic is right next to you." Roger pointed at Dawlish and retorted bluntly, "He didn't say anything, so don't worry about it. People are retired, but they are still so dedicated?"

Dumbledore coughed a few times to stop the quarrel between several people, and then took the lead in walking into the doorway and shouted: "Follow me."

"Master, the boat is on the island in the middle of the lake, but it has sunk to the bottom of the lake." Kreacher ran to the distance in small steps, pointing to the air in front of him and said, "There is a chain under the water. I saw the Dark Lord use it to pull a small boat. The green boat can carry two people at a time." Sirius suddenly interrupted, with doubt in his voice: "Can't we fly over?" As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him looked at him in unison, as if their eyes were saying: Are you serious? Sirius touched his nose awkwardly and muttered softly: "I'm just talking casually, let's go by boat." Roger followed Kreacher's guidance and stretched his hands forward to grab the invisible object. The texture in his hand was a little cold, as if it was a pile for fixing iron chains. His face sank slightly, and it was obvious that the weight of this thing exceeded his expectations. His muscles tensed, and he pulled hard, accompanied by a low shout: "Come out!" The lake suddenly exploded a waterline, and a green copper chain as thick as a python was pulled out from the bottom of the water. Water drops slid down the chain and dripped into the lake, making a crisp dripping sound.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, wanting to remind Roger that he could use magic to make the chain slide over by itself, but Roger moved too fast, and the whole chain was quickly pulled up by him like a rope.

The copper chains, as thick as bowls, piled up on the shore one by one, making a jingling sound. In an instant, the whole cave echoed with their songs.

"It's really heavy." Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed to the green boat, saying, "So, who goes first?"

"I'll go first." Moody and Sirius spoke almost at the same time, and their voices intertwined in the air.

The two smiled at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding at this moment, "It just so happens that this boat can accommodate two people."

"No, not two people." Dumbledore immediately stopped him, with unquestionable authority in his voice.

He stared at the green boat with wise eyes, as if he could see through the secret: "Voldemort's boat is not calculated by weight, but by magical power. I think that the spell cast on this boat can only carry one wizard at a time."

"Me first!"

"Me first!"

Moody and Sirius refused to give in to each other, and their quarrels echoed in the cave, as if two swords crossed in the air. They both wanted to leave the danger to themselves and leave safety to each other.

The whole cave echoed with the sound of their quarrel. Roger rubbed his ears, and was a little headache because of their quarrel.

He shouted: "Stop quarreling, can't we just boil the water and walk over!"

He threw the chain in his hand aside, and the palm of his hand gathered rich fire elements. The fire element was so strong that the surrounding air was distorted.

Then, five burning fireballs formed in his palm, burning like five small suns. Roger raised his arm and threw the five fireballs into the black lake.

"Rogge!" Sirius yelled, his voice full of shock and anger: "I'll fight you..."

But before he finished speaking, five fireballs exploded into five huge streams of water in the lake. And then, nothing happened.