Chapter 1079 The Last Love

This wardrobe has stood the test of time without turning to dust like the rest of the house.

But it was in a bad state, the door on the left was wide open, the one on the right was completely gone, and the interior compartments were thick with dust.

On top of the dust were some shards of glass, and a lot of what looked like some kind of animal bone.

It should be snake bones, Ivan thinks so, they are dark and arranged according to certain rules.

With a slender spine and a pair of ribs, the long body hovers and looks very unpleasant!

Perhaps Morfin killed the snake and hid it here, and there is no skull on these bones.

This kind of bone is very difficult to weather and corrode, and the snake may have been decapitated before death, or it may have been taken away by later interlopers because they looked at it for fun.

But these do not affect the overall situation, the magic power changes around here.

"It's here, professor!" Ivan said.

"Yes, it's here!" Dumbledore replied softly, looking at the wardrobe carefully, as if a little disappointed, "It's too low-level, Riddle is the best student I have ever taught, I thought he was at the age of fifteen It's going to be different from what it's been like since he wasn't that evil at the time, and I thought he'd give us a little surprise, but something seems destined."

There was contempt in his tone, obvious disappointment.

The next second, Dumbledore tapped the edge of the cabinet vigorously with his wand.

Amidst the sound of thumping, a black drawer appeared below.

The drawers are all black, the same color as the cabinet.

Only at the front where the lock was originally, a snake-shaped head bone carving appeared instead, which was the snake head they hadn't seen just now.

Its upper and lower jaws are opened exaggeratedly, almost to 180 degrees, with two sharp teeth on the top and a row of fine teeth on the bottom.

Following the opened mouth, you can see that there is a circular hole in the snake's body, extending into the drawer.

"It seems that we need to pay a little price again!" Ivan sighed, looking at the cabinet and snake head that appeared.

The purpose of Voldemort's magical design is really simple and crude, and it is clear.

He obviously hoped that the enemy would put his hand in and let the bone snake's fangs take a bite, causing some blood to bleed, or simply abandoning a finger.

That image hurts just thinking about it, and what's worse is that it's probably poisonous.

Ivan was not sure if there was anything else in this drawer besides the ring.

In case they stuck their fingers in there and something was doing something to them...

Voldemort used this kind of fear to make people feel scared, lose courage, and lose their lives in painful torture.

Compared with the fifteen-year-old Riddle and Voldemort decades later, the magic power left by him at that time was much weaker, but equally deadly.

And Aiwen knew that the more terrifying ultimate move was actually in the ring itself, which was just an appetizer.

"It doesn't make sense. He firmly believes in that set of ideas and tries his best to make his opponent weaken himself. From the beginning to the end, he didn't understand that there are many things that are far more terrifying than physical injuries." Dumbledore said disappointedly, pulling the sleeves of his robes down. His upper body trembled, revealing his left hand.

"Professor, is there no other way to break this magic?" Ivan said hurriedly, "Or let me do it!"

While Dumbledore says it doesn't make sense, its hurtful power cannot be denied.

"Sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable, Alvin!" Dumbledore said with a smile, putting the index finger of his left hand into the snake's open mouth, "As I told you before, you are more powerful than me." value, so let me do this kind of thing.”

Ivan looked nervously at Dumbledore's left hand, and for a second, nothing seemed to happen.

But in the blink of an eye, the bone snake's upper and lower jaws came down fiercely, biting Dumbledore's index finger.

Dark red blood gush out from the wound, and slide down the fingertips into the drawer.

Tick, tick, it may be an illusion, Ivan even heard the sound of the bone snake swallowing blood.

Dumbledore's body was trembling slightly, and three seconds later, he withdrew his hand.

Aiwen could see the blood and deep wounds on it, especially the two round holes on the top.

The fangs of this bone snake seem to bite off the bones of his fingers directly, and the picture looks shocking.

The wand glides gently, the wound is not healed, it is still bleeding.

Dumbledore muttered words, and waved his wand again, the deep wound healed slowly, and the color of the surrounding skin was obviously different.

"Are you okay, Professor?" Ivan looked at him worriedly.

Obviously, Voldemort left other spells behind, which made Dumbledore's first healing spell useless.

"Don't worry, I'll recover!" said Dumbledore, the expression on his face unchanged, as if he wasn't the one who was bitten, "We are very lucky, because of time, the magic left by Voldemort on this Ineffective, or the effect is not that strong, so it will not be fatal. Potions are usually like this. Under this kind of open air placement, they will volatilize or dissipate little by little until they completely lose their effect. Alright, now let's Look what's in this drawer!"

He opened the drawer, there was no magic glow, it was as plain as opening a plain old drawer.

All the blood that Dumbledore had just shed disappeared, and Ivan saw the ring inside the drawer.

On the ring was a huge black gemstone, which was exactly what they were looking for on this trip. In addition, there was an old yellowing photo.

This photo had been torn apart, but taped back together bit by bit, crumpled.

Not a magic fix, but just plain old tape.

It's a picture of Voldemort's father, Tom Riddle, old, and her mother, Merope, together. The two of them are in a shabby little house, wearing very shabby clothes, but Merope has a happy smile on his face.

It's hard to believe that this kind of smile will appear on this girl who is full of suffering.

Although their lives are still very difficult, Merope's smile is full of happiness and hope.

She nestled like a wife next to her husband, Tom Riddle, still handsome, but not smiling at all.

His expressions are completely different from those of Merope, as if two people from different worlds and different occasions were abruptly put together in one photo.

A crack was torn across his face. Ivan was not sure if it was made by Voldemort, and then the pieces were glued together carelessly with tape. The folds between the gaps distorted his face, making him look eerie And scary.

As far as Ivan knows, this is probably the only photo of Tom Riddle and Merope handed down.

It's no surprise that they've had such a hard time.

Voldemort left it here, and he must have completely given up the last trace of love for his parents in his heart. Browse and read the address: