"What stupid method?" Harry's curious side kicked in, and he looked at the rock face before him in puzzlement, then at Daphne.
"This wall will only open if enough blood is spread evenly over it," Kreacher spoke up, breaking Daphne's awkward silence.
"How evil." Hermione wrinkled her little nose.
"Yes, it's something Voldemort came up with. Of course it's evil." Daphne's hand wandered without any restraint to Hermione's slender waist. Mm, although she was seventeen now, little Hermione's body was still just as soft and sweet-smelling.
Hermione barely reacted to Daphne's wandering hand-or rather, she had long since gotten used to it over the years. So she gave it no response, instead frowning as she said, "Then what do we do? Cut ourselves a couple of times?"
"Oh, please. Why would we do something that stupid?" Daphne rolled her eyes. "Can't we just catch a fish from the sea and smear its blood on there?"
Kreacher looked astonished, his rough old face all but spelling out, "You can do that?"
Clearly, Regulus had used his own blood to open the door back then.
Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts Castle.
Two white-haired old men were sitting together drinking tea. The difference was that the one with a long beard sat very properly, while the beardless one sprawled out without a shred of dignity.
Suddenly, the white-bearded old man sneezed.
"Surely not. With your magical power, you can still catch a cold?" the beardless old man said mockingly, though he sat up straight. "At this time of year, too?"
"No, perhaps my beard just got into my nose." The long-bearded old man rubbed his nose-it was a little crooked.
In the cave, Daphne took less than five minutes to catch a fish from the sea outside and bring it back,