Chapter 192: R.A.B.
Wade cast an Engorgement Charm on a goblet, scooping up what amounted to nearly half a basin.
But when the cup left the water, the Potion remained at its original level, as if it had never decreased.
He controlled the pig that had transformed into a "toad-person," making it drink the Potion from the cup.
After practicing on various insects, Wade's Confundus Charm was quite proficient. He easily made the pig believe the cup contained its favorite food, and it gulped it down in a few "gug-gug" sounds.
As it swallowed, the liquid level in the stone basin finally began to decrease. However, it only dropped a little, completely disproportionate to the amount it had drunk.
"Wow—"
Even Dumbledore couldn't help but exclaim, completely surprised that such a trick could actually work.
Wade, however, was still a bit dissatisfied: "Less Potion was consumed than expected."
"I think that's because the magic within it is too weak," Dumbledore said. "Perhaps only magic can digest it."
"But… even the puppets have magic in them!" Wade said, puzzled.
"The magic possessed by puppets is not innate; it's a Spell cast upon them by others."
Dumbledore speculated, "Perhaps the Potion did decrease just now, but the amount was too small, not even enough to counteract the automatic replenishment rate of the Potion in the basin."
Wade continued to pour a second cup of Potion down the pig's throat. By the third cup, the Confundus Charm was less effective. It struggled reluctantly for a few seconds before finally drinking it.
The pig began to roll on the ground in agony. Professor Dumbledore's Transfiguration Spell was also failing. A few seconds later, parts of the pig's limbs reverted to their original form, making its appearance even more horrifying.
Suddenly, it became calm again—Dumbledore had intervened. He made the pig drink the fourth, fifth, and sixth cups of Potion before stopping.
The pig, fully reverted, lay on the ground, breathing weakly, looking like it wouldn't live much longer.
Dumbledore withdrew his Wand and said, "It still has a chance to be cured now. If we continue, it will surely die."
"Professor, there's also pork chop and lamb chop on the dining table," Wade reminded him.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "But killing other animals for survival is different from killing a benefactor who has helped us, child."
"Alright, you've convinced me." Wade shrugged. "Luckily, I have plenty of animals."
He turned and re-entered the Wardrobe Space.
Two Kneazle cubs were playing under a tree, a female puppet was tending to the Bowtruckles in the tree, and a broom was chasing a Diricawl that had pulled off its twigs.
The place was bustling with activity.
Wade walked through the middle, placing a young Augurey that had landed on his shoulder back onto a tree.
These magical creatures were all gifts from friends, and they were all very close to him. Wade naturally wouldn't sacrifice them to drink poison.
But there were also some magical creatures in the Wardrobe Space that he had brought in for other reasons.
Wade turned past a large rock, and before him was a building resembling a prison, surrounded by high walls, with its top sealed by barbed wire and Spells.
He opened the door, and the creatures inside, after a moment of愣, swarmed towards the entrance with clicking sounds.
These were a group of man-eating Acromantulas.
They had eight long, hairy legs and huge chelicerae, which they excitedly clacked together. Their eight eyes were fixed on Wade, eager to tear him apart and eat him.
When Wade had first "found" them, these creatures were probably only the size of a basketball. But they grew quickly, and now each one was larger than an average goat.
These creatures also had a strong reproductive capacity, capable of laying a hundred eggs at a time. If they hadn't been confined by magic in this small space, the entire Wardrobe Space would have been overrun by them long ago.
But now, due to limited space and non-infinite food supply, the Acromantulas were forced to self-regulate their numbers, never exceeding fifty at their peak.
Wade waved his Wand, controlling the fastest charging Acromantulas, shrinking them, and bringing them out.
"Pfft!"
A spider behind suddenly sprayed a strand of web at Wade, attempting to trap him.
An invisible shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the sticky web.
Immediately after, Wade had already closed the heavy door, and the light of a Spell flashed by.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
The sound of birds chirping rang out overhead. Mihail folded its wings and swooped down from the sky, passing through the narrow gaps in the wires, landing directly on the Acromantula that had attacked Wade.
Flames spread downwards, making the Acromantula shriek and sizzle. In the blink of an eye, it was reduced to a pile of black ashes.
Mihail proudly raised its head, flapped its wings, and let out a provocative cry at the spiders, which were dozens of times its size.
The spiders scattered, shrinking back into the corners.
Wade smiled, casually transfiguring the stone into a box, putting in a few shrunken and petrified spiders, and left the Wardrobe Space.
"Professor," he said, opening the box, "I think these should work too?"
Acromantulas are natural magical creatures, classified by the Ministry of Magic as having a five-X danger level, the same tier as Dragons and Dementors. They are not comparable to pigs with only one-sixteenth magical blood.
The liquid level in the stone basin began to decrease at a visible rate.
The last spider, unable to withstand the power of the Potion, collapsed on the ground, its eight legs twitching uncontrollably.
At the same time, the golden locket in the stone basin finally revealed its true form.
Wade returned a few Acromantulas to Wardrobe Space and emerged to find Dumbledore had already retrieved the locket and was examining it intently.
"Professor?"
"Ah, Wade."
Dumbledore put down the locket and said, "I'm afraid… I think we've found the wrong one."
He turned his palm so Wade could see the locket clearly.
"As far as I know, Voldemort did have a golden locket, a Slytherin artifact, with a unique 'S' mark on it. But this one… has nothing."
"Or rather, it's not 'nothing'… it's the last trace of a brave man left in this world…"
Dumbledore opened the locket, revealing a folded piece of parchment inside.
Wade unfolded the note, finding a message he was quite familiar with:
To the Dark Lord:
I know I will be dead long before you read this.
But I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match,
You will be made mortal.
R.A.B.
"R.A.B.," Dumbledore said in a low voice, "Regulus Arcturus Black. He wasn't killed by his master, but died resisting Voldemort with his life."
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