Chapter 649 Destroying the Horcrux

A trace of Fiendfyre spewed out from the tip of the wand, and the wisps of flames wrapped around the golden ring, like new buds sprouting from poisonous tentacles in spring.

The ring sensed danger and trembled violently. The dark magic energy rising from it merged with the soul fragments, presenting a black mist visible to the naked eye, rolling in the office like a cloud.

The former headmasters on the wall huddled together. Old Headmaster Black, who was born in Slytherin, was heartbroken and angrily cursed. The other portraits were stunned. This evil magic was beyond their imagination.

Tom Riddle's handsome face at the age of 17 emerged faintly in the mist, and he let out a sharp and shrill roar.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore..."

Harry clenched his teeth tightly together, and his pupils shrank slightly, as if he wanted to imprint Tom Riddle's current appearance in his mind.

Loren paid close attention to the curse state on the inside of the ring, which had been burned into curling black smoke by the Fiendfyre.

The old headmaster had a very precise control over the Fiery Flame. Under his control, the Fiery Flame threads clung to the ring, tightly wrapped and contracted. The metal ring soon glowed red and was annihilated before it could melt.

The screams and curses in the office stopped abruptly. The phoenix Fawkes huddled in the Sorting Hat, buried his head under his wings, but raised it slightly, looking at the cracked black gem vigilantly.

Harry also noticed the black gem. The ring of the ring was burned to only scattered ashes, but this gem was intact. The triangular eye logo engraved on it gave him a familiar feeling.

"It's the symbol of the Deathly Hallows..." Dumbledore seemed to see his doubts, "The triangle outside represents your invisibility cloak, and this one is the legendary resurrection stone, with the ring in the center of the logo."

Harry suddenly remembered that he had heard Hermione say before that the resurrection stone could...

His eyes gradually became eager, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Loren was quietly drinking tea and eating biscuits beside him. The snacks specially provided by the headmaster's office were much better than those in the candy store.

"I think you have all heard the story of the three Peverell brothers and the Deathly Hallows. The second of the three brothers once held the Resurrection Stone and recalled his wife who died young from the underworld..."

Dumbledore did not finish the story. There are many versions of the story of the three Deathly Brothers, but the ending is not different. Cadmus Peverell lived in regret and pain all day after his resurrection. In the end, he could not bear the torture and committed suicide.

He looked into Harry's eyes and asked softly: "Just as your invisibility cloak cannot avoid everyone's prying eyes, the Resurrection Stone cannot really resurrect the dead, but it can at least let you meet the dead. Do you want to try?"

Harry looked at him blankly, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Of course he wanted to meet his deceased parents. Even the illusion in the Mirror of Erised could make him forget about food and sleep...

But he is no longer the child he was when he first entered school.

The memory of connecting with Voldemort's wand in the cemetery outside Little Hangleton came to his mind. Now that he recalled it, he could no longer remember the panic and anxiety between life and death. Instead, his parents' faces and voices became bright and vivid again. The surging thoughts came like a wave, stirring him up and down in panic.

The eagerly beating heart made his vocal cords tight and stiff. Harry was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Professor, as you said, the Resurrection Stone cannot resurrect my parents, it will only disturb their souls."

"What about you?" Dumbledore's eyes fell on Loren.

Loren shook his head calmly.

Seeing the reactions of the two, Dumbledore smiled gently: "Emotions become stronger because of restraint, and love becomes stronger after brewing."

This sentence is a bit difficult to understand, and it sounds like it is full of deep meaning. Harry showed a confused look at the right time.

Loren chose to ignore it directly. The best way to deal with the Riddler is not to guess.

He took a sip of tea and asked, "Professor, why do you start destroying Horcruxes? Is there an emergency?"

Dumbledore had collected several Horcruxes, but except for the locket, he did not choose to destroy them on the spot, trying to find a way to remove Voldemort's soul fragments and preserve the founder's relics intact.

"Time is running out."

"What?"

"Harry's 17th birthday is coming."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and his mind suddenly drifted away.

17 years old, the age he had been looking forward to the most. 17 years old means no need to go back to the Dursleys, 17 years old means graduation is imminent, 17 years old means the protection left by his mother in his body is about to disappear...

...

Hundreds of miles away, in a dimly lit room, the Death Eater named Severus Snape lowered his head and said calmly:

"Yes, 17 years old... That night, after the accident, Dumbledore used blood as a bond to cast a spell to strengthen the protection in Potter's body. All those with bad intentions could not find his trace through magic, so even if he left Hogwarts, he would be safe."

"You mean, as long as we wait until next summer vacation, my dear Harry will be exposed to us and look forward to meeting us?"

Voldemort said with interest, sitting on the soft sofa, his slender and pale fingers playing with the wand in his hand.

Made of snake wood, with a basilisk fang core, it was commissioned by a wand craftsman in the United States. The reward was the first killing curse of this wand. The green light was tragic and very beautiful.

"Potter is not worth our attention at all. Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic are worth noting." Snape said softly.

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort's fingertips stroked the lines on the wooden wand, his snake pupils shrank into a vertical line, and the hatred that almost condensed into substance escaped, and then he smiled contemptuously.

After a period of investigation, Voldemort had found out the ownership of the Elder Wand. Although he was a little angry that his plan failed, he was also glad to know Dumbledore better. His magic power was far less powerful than his own, and he could only compete with him with the help of other things.

When he was just resurrected in the Hangleton Cemetery, Dumbledore held the Elder Wand and could barely gain the upper hand after a stalemate. When he was in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, he could only flee in a panic when he was chased by me, and he could only complete the interception with the help of the power in that room...

"Dumbledore is old! If it weren't for the protection of the ancient magic of Hogwarts, it would be difficult to break from the outside..."

Listening to his angry voice, Snape didn't care, still lowered his head: "Then let's start from the Ministry of Magic. After Scrimgeour took office, he didn't execute our companions, nor did he send them to Azkaban. They were secretly detained in an attempt to interrogate intelligence and extort a large sum of money to arm the Ministry of Magic..."

"It sounds like good news. Do you have any plans?"

"The group of idiots recruited from the border can play a role. Someone needs to attract the Aurors' spell. Anyway, they will only ruin the reputation of the Death Eaters..."

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