Dumbledore and Wizet, Too Heavy to Carry

Harry immediately understood what Sirius Black meant. Thinking of the form Voldemort had taken when he encountered him, he could not help but laugh.

He tried hard to hold back his laughter, speaking in fits and starts. "Voldemort... so even back then... he was already bald?"

"That shows how cautious he is." Remus Lupin lowered his voice. "For anyone to use Polyjuice Potion to take on his appearance... that would be impossible... cough, cough, cough..."

Hearing Lupin cough, the amusement in Sirius Black's voice became even more obvious. "That... didn't sound like acting!"

A slight smile rested on Dumbledore's face, but he said nothing more.

Wizet understood Dumbledore's intention. In such a stifling environment, being able to ease the tension was a good thing.

Sirius Black and the others knew where to draw the line as well, and began considering how to reach the center of the lake.

"Kreacher, can you still get over there now?" Sirius Black pointed at the green glow in the middle of the lake.

Kreacher closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, then opened them and nodded. "Master Sirius, Kreacher can get there now."

Sirius Black held out a hand and rested it on Kreacher's head. "What if you add one more person?"

Kreacher sensed it again. "Master Sirius, Kreacher can get there."

Lupin bent down and placed a hand on Kreacher's shoulder. "What about now?"

Kreacher shook his head. "Can't get through..."

"It seems that perhaps two people is the limit," Dumbledore said. "But we cannot rule out... that this is a means Voldemort devised to divide us."

"After all, we cannot be sure whether the island in the middle of the lake has this restriction, or whether some restriction Voldemort placed here was triggered the moment we entered."

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