Allen shrugged and spread out his hands. "Since Tom set these things up, it would be a waste of his efforts if I don't try them out."
"… You're too disrespectful …" Sirius heard Allen's words and felt that he was asking for a beating. "If the mysterious man knew that you were using his carefully designed checkpoints to do this …"
Without waiting for Allen's reply, Sirius walked to the stone basin and stared at the transparent liquid. The sparkling phosphorescent light came from the pendant at the bottom of the stone basin that looked like a meditation basin. There was a pedestal under the stone basin. Although he could not identify it, Sirius could feel that the pedestal and the stone basin were constantly enchanted with very advanced magic.
Thinking that it was this liquid that had tortured Regulus, Sirius opened his eyes wide and reached his hand towards the stone basin. He wanted to touch the liquid, but he was met with an invisible resistance. His hand could not get close to the liquid. The extremely hard and indestructible air separated his hand from the poison.
Sirius raised his wand and made some complicated movements on the surface of the liquid. He muttered something silently, but there was no movement. The liquid seemed to glow a little brighter.
Alan waited for Sirius to finish before he said, "This stone basin and pedestal are very advanced magic creations. The stone basin itself makes it impossible for you to reach your hand into it. You can't separate it, scoop it dry, or drain it. After drinking it once, it will refill itself after a while."
Sirius was a little annoyed. "I've tried a few methods, but they didn't work. I can't touch it with my hand, the Vanishing Spell has no effect on it, and there's no way to change it."
"You can only empty the stone basin if you drink it …" Allen gestured to Sirius to look at the crystal and shell ladle on the stone basin. "The magic here is specially made. If you have time, study it for a long time. Maybe you can break it. If you have Hermione's patience and dedication …"
After arriving at the cave, Kreacher, who had been trying to keep himself inconspicuous, stepped forward. His low, hoarse bullfrog-like voice was filled with pleading. "Master! Kreacher is willing to drink this poison, in the name of the brave Young Master Regulus! "
"Get lost! You didn't protect him back then, so why are you pretending to be a good person now? I'll do it. I'm Regulus' older brother. I should be the one to drink it! "Sirius reached out for the spoon.
After looking at the middle-aged wizard and the old house elf for a while, Allen said impatiently, "Although this liquid will bring mental and physical torture to people, it is actually not fatal. Of course, I have a way to solve this problem."
Sirius and Kreacher shifted their attention from each other to Allen.
"For example, if you're alone, you can find a criminal to bring him here and force him to drink the poison …" Allen's finger gently tapped on the stone basin. "It's just a little delay. It's not a big problem."
"Then I'll drink it! Regulus has drunk it before. I can do it too! "Sirius looked impatient." I can't wait any longer! Regulus has been in the lake for too long. "
"I'm talking about if you're alone …" Allen glanced at Hermione's frowning but silent expression. He felt that her reaction had improved a lot compared to a few years ago. He happily reached out his hand, and the ancient arcanist's staff appeared in Allen's hand. "As long as my staff touches the pedestal and the stone basin, the magic effect on them will be removed."
"Then why did you say so much just now? Why don't you do it now?! " Sirius took two steps forward and wanted to grab Allen's staff, but when he got closer, the power contained in the staff woke him up. Sirius withdrew his hand and looked at the Dementor's spine. "If you ask me, you've become more and more strange after you came back from the Veil last year … Did you learn this from Demstrand?"
"I thought you'd want to experience what Regulus felt back then. Feel what he went through and what he sacrificed." Allen switched the staff to his other hand and picked up the shell with his right hand. He faced Sirius. "Kreacher felt it and knew how much Regulus suffered for him. What about you? Don't you want to try? "
Sirius thought of Regulus in Kreacher's memory. He had climbed to the lake to get water out of a strong desire, only to be dragged down and drowned by an army of ghoulish corpses. For a moment, his heart ached so much that he couldn't speak. He pressed his chest where his heart was.
"No!" Hermione immediately shouted. "Didn't you see how much pain Kreacher and Regulus were in in? We don't have to look for trouble."
"No! Allen is right. Hermione, you're a little girl. You don't understand us men! I have to drink it. "Sirius's tone was very determined." I know how Regulus felt back then … "
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. When you regret it and beg for mercy, don't forget what I said …" Hermione wouldn't back down so easily. Her sexist words towards Sirius made her shout at him like an angry goose. Then she glanced at Allen, who looked a little like his father, Owen. Hermione, who knew him well, muttered in a voice that only she could hear, "The bad guy wants to mess with our Gryffindor again …"
Just like how Hermione could never persuade Harry and Ron not to take risks, her words aroused Sirius' ambition. He clenched his hand into a fist and waved it. "Just wait and see. I will persevere like Regulus!"
Hermione began to understand why Alan had asked her to carry those things. It seemed that he had already figured out the situation here before Kreacher had handed over his memories. Miss Know-It-All rolled her eyes at Alan, who was winking at her, and took out the elderflower nectar she had prepared from her pocket. She now knew that these bottles of elderflower juice, which she had mixed with ice water and no sugar, were actually not for them.
"Sirius, looks like you're in luck. Hermione's pocket is prepared for all kinds of situations …" Allen walked over, picked up a bottle, twisted the cap, and drank a few mouthfuls. He then turned to Hermione and explained to Sirius, "Sirius, you don't have to drink it all. I just think that if you experience how Regulus felt, you won't regret it when you remember your brother and this matter in the future. If you feel that you can't take it anymore and want to give up, just give me a signal."
Sirius frowned at Allen's advice. He thought for a moment and then ordered Kreacher, who was no longer their family's house-elf, "Ugly thing! I'll give you a chance to take revenge. If I can't lift my hand, you'll have to pour all the poison into my stomach. You're not allowed to stop! "
Kreacher, who had originally thought that his glory had been stolen, suddenly smiled maliciously on his ugly wrinkled face. He revealed a mouth full of broken teeth and blinked his round eyes. He was about to agree to Sirius' request, but Kreacher glanced at Allen and realized that his authority had changed. He hurriedly bowed to his new master and asked, "Master, can you allow Kreacher to agree to the wastrel's request? Kreacher is very willing to help him finish the potion! "
"Sirius, you can stop the experience at any time. If you want to stop, just tap the ground three times with any hand and I'll stop it for you." Allen tapped the stone basin three times with his right index finger. "If you don't want to give up and can't drink anymore, Kreacher, you can go and help him."
"Kreacher is very grateful, Master!" The house-elf bowed to Allen and looked at Sirius. His big, light-colored eyes were full of disgust and hatred, as well as the joy of being able to take revenge.
Everything was ready. The strange, green light from the potion shone on Sirius' determined face. He took the shell from Allen and put it in the liquid. Unlike when he used his bare hands, the shell sank immediately. The container was soon filled with transparent poison. Sirius carefully picked it up and faced Allen and the others. He even raised it politely.
"For Regulus." Sirius drank it in one gulp.
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