Chapter 1138： Desire

  Chapter 1138 Desire

   "Calm down, calm down, we will see them again soon." Dumbledore forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and comforted himself.

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

Even if there is no trace 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, which can be preserved relatively well after a long time. It is unusual to come down, rather than outright decay.

  Dumbledore chanted a spell in a low voice, and tapped the wooden door in front of him with his wand, but there was no response.

   "Did I worry too much?" Dumbledore murmured.

  However, he still didn't intend to reach out to touch it, but waved his wand to 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 dark house ahead, completely illuminating the inside.

The house has been completely abandoned, the ceiling is covered with thick cobwebs, the walls and roof of the house have collapsed in varying degrees, and a rotten rafter fell down, giving people a feeling that it only needs to be touched lightly , the illusion that the whole house will completely collapse.

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

   Horcruxes are not here?

  The old man turned his gaze back to the weird wooden door at the entrance. When he stretched out his hand wearing a dragon leather glove to touch the wooden door, there was still no response.

After carefully studying the wooden door for a while, he found that there were no traces of black magic on it, so he took off his gloves again and reached out to touch the wooden door. It was as if a magical suction spread from the wooden door, sucking Dumbledore into it. go in.

   After recovering, 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 into ashes.

  If it is just an ordinary wizard, if he encounters this situation by chance, he will panic and be directly burned to 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 raised his wand calmly, and began to utter a series of weird spells quickly. When the wand pointed forward, the original blue magic flame suddenly churned, and then completely extinguished. Falling back into the deadly darkness.

  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 Luminous Charm, and his eyes fell on the weird statue in front of him, but his eyes quickly moved away from the statue and continued to observe the surrounding environment.

The area here is small, surrounded by rough walls, the entrance is the wooden door behind him, and what surprised Dumbledore the most was that he saw traces of black magic from the wooden door, and also That is to say, if someone tries to open the door and leave, it is likely to fall into Voldemort's trap.

   That's right, with Voldemort's character, it is absolutely impossible for those who broke into this place to leave easily.

  Dumbledore did not continue to pay attention to the door, but turned his attention to the weird statue in front of him again. He seemed to hear whispers coming from the statue, as if someone was talking to him.

  However, Dumbledore seemed unaffected by the whisper, and stared intently and sadly at a ring on the statue. His azure blue eyes were no longer full of wisdom, but full of sorrow.

  He walked slowly towards the statue, staring without blinking at the black stone on the ring, trying to figure out if it was the resurrection stone of his dreams.

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

   "Arianna!"

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

  Dumbledore took out the ring from the statue with his gloved hand. When he tried to put it on his finger, the movement of his hand stopped suddenly.

   "You should return to Hogwarts immediately," Dumbledore restrained the repressed desire in his heart, and held the ring tightly in his hand.

   "Fox!" The old man called to his phoenix.

  A group of golden-red flames appeared out of thin air, and Fox responded to Dumbledore's call.

   "Quick, take me back to Hogwarts."

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

   After returning to Hogwarts, Dumbledore couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the familiar environment let his tense nerves relax. He put down his wand, his eyes still fixed on the ring in his hand.

  At this moment, Dumbledore couldn't wait to see his family.

  He waited for this moment, it was too long.

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

   That was 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 long-dead parents and sister Ariana.

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

  A heart-piercing pain spread from the fingertips to his whole body, almost causing him to lose consciousness.

  The ring also fell off from the tip of the finger and fell on the table. The portraits who were planning to silently watch and eat melons were all awakened.

  The severe pain made Dumbledore recover from his grief. He looked down at the three charred and black fingers, and his lips trembled slightly.

   Naively thought that as long as the Horcrux was completely destroyed, it would be safe. Voldemort, however, would certainly have cursed up and down the Horcruxes. "

Dumbledore picked up the wand and tried to lift the curse on his hand, but the effect was not obvious. The curse left by Voldemort on the Horcrux was slowly eroding his vitality, and he lost his life all at once, probably because Voldemort didn't want to let him die. The intruder dies immediately!

"Severus, I need your help, please come to the principal's office immediately." Dumbledore leaned on the table and walked towards the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of road powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace. Pu came out of the fireplace.

   "What happened, Dumbledore."

  Snape stepped out of the green flames, looked at the weak Dumbledore in shock, he had never seen the old man before him so weak.

   "I seem to be under a vicious curse, can you help..." Dumbledore raised his scorched palm.

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

  Dumbledore looked at the withered palm, and asked softly: "Did it succeed?"

"No, I just temporarily restrained the spell and temporarily imprisoned the curse in your palm. It will continue to spread sooner or later, and this spell will continue to strengthen over time." Snape said. Looking down at the broken ring and the Gryffindor sword, he asked angrily, "Do you think destroying the ring will break the spell on it?"

   "Basically...I must be out of my mind..." Dumbledore asked off topic, "Severus, how much time do you think I have?"

  Snape hesitated for a moment, and replied: "About two or three years."

   "Time is enough."

   "Enough time already?"

  Snape was irritated by Dumbledore's relaxed and casual tone, and asked angrily, "Why did you wear that ring? You must know that there is a spell on it, why do you still touch it?"

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

   "What temptation?"

  Dumbledore didn't answer.

"I'll make you some potions to help you contain your injuries." Seeing that Dumbledore didn't intend to answer, Snape didn't intend to continue asking, and frowned, "You can contact that magical guy, maybe he There is a way to help heal your injuries."

   "You have done a great job, Severus." Dumbledore said calmly: "Remember to help me keep this matter secret."

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

  Snape turned and disappeared into the fireplace.

   "So, is Albert referring to this matter?"

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

  Dumbledore picked up the ring and walked towards his bedroom.

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

  Three figures appeared beside Dumbledore. They were neither ghosts nor living people with flesh and blood, but more like memories that had become entities. They surrounded Dumbledore with reunited smiles on their faces.

"Sorry, Ariana, I didn't take good 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 mine Wrong, I killed you!"

   "I never blamed 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 your health is not good..."

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

  If he hadn't been imprisoned in Azkaban back then, maybe it wouldn't have turned into this.

  The chains of life held his most gifted son, who should have soared like a bird.

  (end of this chapter)