"I'm sorry." Vivian lowered her head, her tone low and full of shame.

What happened decades ago has borne bitter fruit today.

"But he broke his oath and cannot escape the consequences of it." She immediately added, looking at the body lying in the frost, "He will die in the frost."

"He's not dead yet." Harry shook his head.

Vivian whispered, "No one can escape the oath."

"He will die in the frost."

"Even if he thinks he has escaped the oath by using the Horcrux to revive, the oath will not miss the chance to bite back at anyone who breaks it."

"He'll be just like the vile Herpo."

At this point, she paused and looked at Harry: "I'll take you out now. Do you want to go to the soup... to where Riddle is?"

"I know where it will go." Harry shook his head and reached into the Sorting Hat. "But before that, help me purify the sword in the lake. I want to get it."

Vivian shook her head in embarrassment: "Young wizard, I am very grateful to you for saving us."

"But Avalon has its own rules. This is part of the oath, and we also..."

Harry pulled out a golden apple and handed it to her.

Vivian was stunned and looked at the golden apple in disbelief.

I had just used one to awaken Avalon, who had been silent for many years, so how come there is another one now?

"I got three." Harry forcefully stuffed them into her arms, "Hurry up, we don't have time to waste."

Vivian nodded, picked up the apple with one hand, and reached into the jar with the other hand to pull out the rusty sword from the lake.

She held the apple high and placed the holy sword underneath it.

Tick-tock——

A drop of milky juice squeezed out of the apple and fell onto the holy sword.

The golden apple withered instantly and turned gray. Vivian threw it aside and it fell into the water with a splash.

And the sword in the lake burst into a brilliant light.

It became brand new, the sharp sword light flashed, and a mysterious aura surged on the sword.

The withered golden apple thrown into the water quietly took root and sprouted underwater, grew and jumped out of the water, and produced a scabbard woven from apple wood.

"This is the Sword of the Lake you asked for." Vivian put the sword into the scabbard and handed it to Harry.

Harry didn't answer and motioned to Geralt.

“This is your trophy.” Geralt didn’t raise his hand.

"I'll lend it to you," Harry said briefly. "The scabbard of the sword in the lake will protect you. This world is not much safer than that world. You saw the magic just now. It's much weirder than the magic of the warlocks."

Geralt raised his hand to take it.

"Take us to the entrance." Harry then said to Vivian, "Where did Tom go just now?"

Vivian and several other ladies raised their hands, creating a smooth mirror-like magic on the water. At the other end of the mirror, Dumbledore could be seen sitting in a small boat. "The exit is in the Scottish Highlands."

"Thank you." Harry pulled Geralt and Yennefer into the water.

Outside the fog.

Dumbledore sat in the boat, conjuring a fishing rod for himself, and waited.

The boat suddenly sank.

There is a smell of strangers.

Almost at the same time, Dumbledore waved his hand, and tremendous magical power rushed towards the three people.

Almost at the same time, all three of them reacted.

Harry waved his wand and put on the Quin shield.

Yennefer put up a magic barrier.

Geralt only had Quen, which was immediately blown to pieces and swept into the sea.

"Albus, it's me, calm down." Harry said, waving his wand and lifting Geralt up.

He shook his head and spat out a mouthful of water: "Thank God, I am finally sober."

"They are?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Take a trip to Avalon and bring out two strangers.

Both are very powerful.

One of them even possessed a very powerful magical power, which might be only slightly better than a squib. But even so, this handsome white-haired man still gave him a feeling almost the same as Harry, strong and sharp. Most importantly, he had the same eyes as Harry, a pair of amber vertical pupils.

"Old friends, very reliable and trustworthy." Harry answered concisely, "I can trust my life to them."

"That's not the point right now, we have to get to Malfoy Manor."

"Voldemort has once again tricked the old woman into giving him another exit from Avalon."

"He is now a remnant soul, just like before. We cannot let him leave his memories behind."

Dumbledore nodded and grabbed Harry's wrist, then Yennefer's wrist, and Harry grabbed Geralt.

With a snap——

They disappear.

The next second he appeared outside a forest.

Geralt landed on the ground, his nose arched, his brows twisted into knots: "Damn teleportation, I miss carrots."

Yennefer also felt a little uncomfortable.

This teleportation spell was even more violent than the one she used.

Dumbledore also frowned: "The Apparition was disturbed, and the landing point was a little off."

"But it's very close."

"Let's go."

They walked forward, and Geralt recovered quickly, and a few steps were no different from normal.

In front of a field, Harry and Dumbledore stopped together.

"Harry, is this it?" Dumbledore hesitated, somewhat unsure.

Harry nodded: "Yes, I've been here."

"I hope it's not the Fidelius Charm." Dumbledore muttered, raising his wand and a beam of golden light shot out and landed on the wilderness ahead.

At Malfoy Manor.

Bellatrix frowned, raised her wand, and looked at the man kneeling in front of her: "Lucius, I have good news for you. Your son has escaped our capture again."

"Again."

"But why is this?"

"He is obviously only in the fifth grade, just a little wizard who graduated in the fifth grade. Does he think he is Potter?"

"He was able to escape even when being besieged by several of us Death Eaters!"

"Lucius, tell me the truth, have you betrayed your master?"

The Cruciatus Curse made the man suffer terribly. He lowered his head to avoid exposing his hideous, ugly and distorted facial features. “No, no, I’m just a lowly servant. How dare I expose my master’s thoughts?”

"Magic, magic is monitoring the manor. You all know whether I have contacted Draco or not."

Bellatrix said nonchalantly, twirling her wand: "Really?"

"Help us contact your child and find him out."

"Potter has been gone for days, and the master could be back at any time. I don't want the master to come back and find that we haven't even accomplished this little task."

"Do you understand me?"

Lucius gritted his teeth and said nothing.

It's heart-wrenching!

She held the wand, pointed it forward, and chanted the spell: "Lucius, why don't you speak? Are you unwilling?"

"For the master, you are not willing to sacrifice even your own son?"

"He betrayed his master and was unwilling to become his servant..."

"Why not learn from our master's dear godson?"

Lucius gritted his teeth and grunted out a sound of pain.

Barty Crouch Jr.?

That inhuman guy considered it an honor to kill his mother and father for his master, and he often boasted about it.

There was hatred in his eyes.

And hatred intensifies the pain in the body.

In the small room on the first floor, the door was slightly opened, and a pair of frightened, worried, and hateful eyes appeared, staring at this place.

"Lucius! Answer me!" Bellatrix waved her wand, her tone becoming angry, "Are you willing to do this for your master..."

She didn't finish her words.

A man walked in: "Bad news."

Bellatrix looked at him. "Rabastan, could there be worse news than a traitor among us?"

"My dear sister, Lucius is not a traitor." The man sneered and waved his hand, "What Mr. Crouch and the master ordered happened. Dumbledore and Potter came to our door."

Bellatrix took a deep breath and stood up suddenly: "Master!"

She went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Voldemort had already given instructions that if Dumbledore and Potter appeared outside Malfoy Manor and he was not there, they should go directly to his room.

Bellatrix shakily pushed the door open.

An ugly baby was lying in the **.

"Master, you..." Bellatrix walked over and knelt beside the bed.

"Bella." The baby spoke in a hoarse voice, "Call Rodolphus up. I need his body."

Bellatrix waved her wand and a note flew to the fourth floor.

"My dear Bella." The baby continued, "You are as worthy of my trust as Crouch. Now I will give you a task."

Bellatrix said enthusiastically: "Great Master, your servant is willing to do anything for you."

"Pay attention, Severus." The baby whispered, completely exposing his weakness. "Now is the best chance to catch me. Dumbledore and Potter will not miss it, especially now that I know some of Potter's secrets. They will be eager to kill me."

Bellatrix's face darkened: "Severus is a traitor?"

"I'm not sure." The baby rejected Bellatrix's statement. "He has been very loyal and open to showing me his brain."

"But Severus..."

"He's so much like me, more like me than Crouch."

"Who knows what kind of man he is?"

At this point, the baby paused, gasping for breath several times, and then continued after regaining his strength: "If he is a traitor, after sending my memory away, do everything possible to kill him."

"If he's not, let Crouch try to believe him."

"You only have two chances."

"No, there's only one chance."

He paused to rest for a moment, his voice growing weaker: "Potter is the biggest obstacle."

"Dumbledore is old."

"The Horcrux still has an effect on me after all. It makes me superior to death, but it also takes away some of my things."

"Tell that to the younger me who had the clearest, smartest brain."

"Porter is the biggest obstacle."

"Even if I am resurrected again, I am no match for Potter, not to mention Dumbledore, and now there is Yennefer and Geralt. Follow your memory and master the more powerful powers before taking action."

"No matter how much I punish you, you must say these words. Do you understand, Bellatrix?"