Surely Nobody Carries a Ship Around with Them, Right? (Continued)

The light from the Wand could not illuminate very far at all.

It was as if the surrounding darkness could absorb every trace of light.

Only people like Dumbledore and the others, who had long since seen their share of storms, could remain steady.

Otherwise, any other wizard who encountered such darkness would have felt fear rise in his heart.

Most human fear came from the unknown.

And in darkness like this, how many unknown things might there be?

Black appeared much calmer than Dumbledore and the others.

That was only because his eyes were different.

Even without light, he could see the scene before him clearly in such darkness.

Black raised his eyes and looked ahead. What entered his sight was a vast stretch of slightly sloping mudflat.

Beyond the mudflat was an incomparably enormous lake.

At that moment, the Inferi that had lost their target were swiftly crawling down from the mudflat and returning to the lake.

Black did not know whether this huge lake was natural or something Voldemort had created.

But the water of the entire lake gave off an abnormal blackness.

Black could even see some human hands slicing across the surface...

Like great fish dragging their fins across the sea...

Dumbledore and the others strengthened their Lumos spells.

This time, they finally managed to extend their range of vision to the surface of the lake.

But anything farther away was still sunken in gloom.

Black did not linger. He slowly walked from the mudflat to the lakeside.

He lowered his head and looked at the lake water.

The next second, a deathly pale human face suddenly surfaced on the lake.

Of course, it was not Black's reflection.

It was only an Inferius that had turned over beneath the water...

It seemed Voldemort really had