Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1136: Desires

"Calm down, calm down, I'll see them again soon." Dumbledore forcibly suppressed his anxiety and comforted himself.

At this moment, he remembered Albert's warning and realized that he was too anxious.

Even if there are no traces of magic left on the door in front of you, it is still not a wise move to reach out and touch it, not to mention that the door in front of you is just a wooden door. After a long time, it can still be compared It is unusual to be well preserved, rather than outright decayed.

Dumbledore whispered a spell and tapped the wooden door in front of him with his wand, but nothing happened.

"Am I overthinking it?" Dumbledore murmured.

However, he still did not intend to reach out and touch, but waved his wand and let the wooden door in front of him open by itself.

A ball of light flew out from the tip of the wand and floated directly into the pitch-black house ahead, illuminating it thoroughly.

This house has been completely abandoned, the ceiling is covered with thick cobwebs, the walls and roof of the house have collapsed to varying degrees, and a rotten rafter has fallen down, giving people a feeling that it only needs light The illusion that the whole house will collapse completely with a single touch.

Dumbledore walked in cautiously and carefully observed the situation inside, however, he did not find any traces of related magic.

Isn't the Horcrux here?

The old man turned his gaze back to the odd wooden door at the entrance. When he reached out his hand wearing dragonskin gloves to touch the wooden door, there was still no response.

After carefully studying the wooden door for a while, he did not have any traces of black magic on it, so he took off his gloves again and reached out to touch the wooden door. Lido sucked in.

After returning to his senses, Dumbledore found himself standing in a dark room.

It seems that because someone broke in, some kind of creepy blue magic flame suddenly burned in front, and the blue potion began to spread around, as if to completely burn the intruder to ashes.

If it's just an ordinary wizard who encounters such a situation by chance, I am afraid that they will soon panic and be burned directly into ashes by the magic flame.

Even if you can calm down, you can't solve the approaching death.

However, the person standing here is Dumbledore. He calmly raised his wand and began to quickly recite a series of strange incantations. With the wand pointing forward, the original blue magic flame suddenly churned, and then completely extinguished The surroundings fell into a dead silence again.

A ball of light suddenly flew out from the tip of the wand, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Dumbledore looked around with the help of the Glowing Charm, and his eyes fell on the odd statue in front of him, but he quickly looked away from the statue and continued to observe his surroundings.

The area here is small, surrounded by rough walls, the entrance is the wooden door behind him, and what surprised Dumbledore the most is that he actually saw the dark magic through the wooden door. Traces, which means that if someone tries to open the door and leave, it is likely that they will fall into Voldemort's trap.

That's right, with Voldemort's character, it's impossible for anyone who breaks into this place to leave easily.

Dumbledore did not continue to pay attention to the door, but returned to the strange statue in front of him, and he seemed to hear whispers from the statue, as if someone was talking to him.

However, Dumbledore didn't seem to be affected by the whisper, and stared intently and sadly at a ring on the statue, his blue eyes no longer full of wisdom, but full of sorrow.

He walks slowly towards the statue, staring without blinking at the black gem on the ring, trying to make out if it's the resurrection stone he's dreamed of.

That's right, the black gem has the Deathly Hallows landmark on it.

"Ariana!"

Dumbledore's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were wet with tears at some point, and he stretched out his arm tremblingly. He had waited for this moment, it had been too long. He wanted to see Ariana, wanted to see his dead parents, wanted to...

Dumbledore used his gloved hand to remove the ring from the statue, but when he tried to put it on his finger, the movement of his hand stopped abruptly.

"Should return to Hogwarts at once," Dumbledore restrained the pent-up longing in his heart and tugged the ring tightly in his hand.

"Fox!" The old man summoned his phoenix.

A golden red flame appeared out of nowhere, and Fox answered Dumbledore's call.

"Quick, take me back to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's vision remained fixed on the ring he was holding firmly in his hand, and with Fox's help he left.

After returning to Hogwarts, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, the familiar surroundings relaxing his tense nerves. He put his wand down, his eyes still fixed on the ring in his hand.

At this point, Dumbledore can't wait to see his family.

He's been waiting for this moment for too long.

The old man took out the Gryffindor sword from the cupboard and slashed hard at the ring on the table. A terrifying black shadow surged out of the ring and dissipated with a long scream.

That's Voldemort's soul kept in the ring.

Dumbledore finally succeeded in destroying a Horcrux again.

However, this is not what Dumbledore cares about the most. He has put down the Gryffindor sword in his hand, and keeps talking about how to use the resurrection stone, intending to use the resurrection stone to summon his parents and sister who have long passed away. Ariana.

When Dumbledore reached for the ring that had been destroyed, an accident happened.

A piercing pain spread from the tips of his fingers through his body, almost knocking him unconscious.

The ring also fell off the tip of the finger and fell on the table. All the portraits who had planned to watch the melon in silence were all awakened.

The severe pain made Dumbledore recover from his grief, and he looked down at his three charred, black fingers, his lips trembling slightly, "Sorry, I haven't made any progress in all these years. ."

Actually naively thought that as long as the Horcrux was completely destroyed, it would be safe. However, Voldemort is sure to curse up and down the Horcrux. "

Dumbledore picked up the wand and tried to lift the curse from his hand, but the effect was not obvious. The curse that Voldemort left on the Horcrux was slowly eroding his vitality, and he didn't take his life away all of a sudden, probably Voldemort I don't want the intruder to die right away!

"Severus, I need your help, please come to the headmaster's office immediately." Dumbledore leaned on the table to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of road powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, shortly after the flames raged. , Snape came out of the fireplace.

"What happened, Dumbledore."

Snape came out of the green flames and looked at the frail Dumbledore in shock. He had never seen the old man before him so frail.

"I seem to be under a vicious curse, is there any way you can..." Dumbledore raised his charred palm.

"I can assure you, that looks like a particularly powerful spell." After Snape checked Dumbledore's palm, he aimed his wand at that hand and whispered the spell.

Dumbledore looked at the dead palm and asked softly, "Did it work?"

"No, I just stopped the curse temporarily, imprisoned the curse in your palm, it will continue to spread sooner or later, and this curse will continue to strengthen over time." Nep looked down at the broken ring and the Gryffindor sword, and asked angrily, "Do you think you can break the spell by destroying the ring?"

"Almost...I must be dizzy..." Dumbledore asked aside, "Severus, how much time do you think I have left?"

Snape hesitated, then replied, "About two or three years."

"Enough time."

"Enough time?"

Infuriated by Dumbledore's lighthearted tone, Snape asked angrily, "Why put that ring on? You know it has a spell on it, so why touch it?"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "The temptation is too great!"

"What temptation?"

Dumbledore did not answer.

"I'm going to boil some potions for you to help you curb your injury." Seeing that Dumbledore didn't intend to answer, Snape didn't intend to continue to ask, frowned and said, "You can contact that amazing guy. ~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe he has a way to help heal your injury."

"You've done a great job, Severus." Dumbledore said calmly, "Please help me keep this a secret."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy, everyone will notice it soon."

Snape turned and disappeared into the fireplace.

"Is that what Albert was referring to?"

After Snape disappeared into the fireplace, Dumbledore looked at the ring on the table and murmured, "What a fool I am."

Dumbledore picked up the ring and walked towards his bedroom.

After closing the bedroom door, he closed his eyes and turned the ring three times in his hand according to the formula of using the resurrection stone.

Three figures appeared beside Dumbledore's Land. They were neither ghosts nor flesh-and-blood living people, but more like memories that had become entities. They circled around Dumbledore with reunion smiles on their faces.

"Sorry, Ariana, I didn't take care of you." Dumbledore raised his head and apologized to his sister with tears in his eyes, "Aberforth is right, it's all my fault, everything is wrong. It's my fault that I killed you!"

"I never blame you." Ariana reached out and touched the old man's head, as if comforting a sad child.

"I shouldn't have done that in the first place." Dumbledore said sadly, "I know you're not in good health..."

"Sorry, Albus, it's all our fault for leaving you with the burden." Mr. Dumbledore looked at his older son with guilt in his heart.

If he had been imprisoned in Azkaban back then, maybe it wouldn't have turned out like this.

The chains of life trapped his most talented son, who was supposed to soar like a bird.

(https://)

1 second to remember Pen Fun Island: . Mobile version reading URL: