The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Merope loved her husband deeply, and she couldn't bear to continue to control him through magical means. She was so obsessed with it, and their long relationship made her believe that Riddle also fell in love with her, or maybe she I thought my husband would stay for the sake of the children.”

"So she let go of her control on Riddle, but Riddle didn't think so. He was frightened. When he regained consciousness, Riddle immediately fled back to Little Hangleton."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the snakes and insects hidden in the mansion were dispersed. They lined up densely and crawled along the wall into the woods outside. The scales and tentacles ran over the leaves under the tree, making bursts of rustling sounds.

Loren huddled behind Dumbledore and followed him into Gaunt's old house.

There are three rooms in this house. The large room in the middle doubles as the kitchen and living room, and there are two doors leading to other rooms.

The blackened stove was broken and full of chips. Next to it, a dirty armchair hung with corroded snake bones. The table was covered with dust, a moldy and rusty pot lay on the floor, and a pile of dirty pots and pans sat on the wall shelves.

"After being abandoned by Old Tom Riddle, the pregnant Merope wandered alone in London. She needed money, warm clothes and food to nourish the fetus. To this end, she had to sell Slytherin's Locket. Priced at 10 gold galleons."

When Loren heard this, his face was full of disbelief: "10 Galleons? Even the toilet used by Slytherin is still more than 10 Galleons. Isn't she a wizard? Why doesn't she use magic to get food from Muggles? ?”

"Well," said Dumbledore, "maybe she could. But I think—and I'm speculating, but I believe I'm right—I think Merope stopped using magic after her husband abandoned her. No more. She probably doesn’t want to be a witch anymore.”

"Of course, there is another possibility. Her unrequited love and the despair it brought greatly weakened her strength. Even when Merope was in labor, she was unwilling to raise her magic wand to save her baby. life."

"On December 31, 1926, Merope died on a dark and windy night. She gave birth to Voldemort in a Muggle orphanage, named him Tom Marvolo Riddle, and hoped that little Tom Riddle would be born. Del was able to have the same good looks as his father.”

Loren raised his eyebrows: "Principal Dumbledore, could it be that you have sympathy for Voldemort's mother?"

Dumbledore sighed: "In that kind of family, Merope has never felt loved, nor has the ability to love someone."

He had mixed feelings about Merope. He had read Bob Ogden's memories and thought that she was different from the rest of the Gaunt family and that there was still a trace of love in her heart.

After a pause, Dumbledore asked: "What do you think of Merope?"

"Well -" Loren thought for a while, "It's pitiful, hateful, and pathetic. This is her own choice, and everyone should be responsible for their own choices."

Merope twisted Riddle's will and forced him to accept her deformed love, dooming this relationship to a tragic ending.

"Everyone should be responsible for their own choices..." Dumbledore repeated, falling into long memories.

"and after?"

After hearing the inquiry, Dumbledore came back to his senses: "Later, the 17-year-old Voldemort returned here and learned the truth about his life experience. He killed the Riddle family and put the blame on Morfin. He also stole the ancestral inheritance of the Gaunt family. 's ring, I think - this is another guess, I still think I'm right - Voldemort made the Gaunt ring into a Horcrux."

His eyes searched the room.

Loren also opened his magic vision and felt the fluctuations of magic power.

A thick and deep black magical aura continued to emanate from a clay pot on the shelf. The evil and dangerous feeling was hard to ignore.

Dumbledore smiled: "Voldemort was too confident. He thought that what he did was perfect. He firmly believed that no one knew that he was related to the Gaunt family, and there were no clues pointing to him in the pursuit of the murder, so he was relieved to The ring is hidden here.”

Although he thought Voldemort was careless in hiding the ring, Dumbledore still remained vigilant. He stretched out his wand and tapped the pot twice.

The clay pot flew smoothly off the shelf and onto the table. Then it was turned upside down and the contents poured out.

Ding bell dong!

The black sapphire ring fell on the table and made a crisp sound.

The dust attached to the surface of the ring was shaken off by the vibration, revealing its original mysterious and simple appearance. The black gemstone on the ring reflected a faint light in the gloomy room.

Putting the pot back on the shelf, Dumbledore and Loren tacitly moved forward to observe the ring.

The ring was large, as if it were made of gold, with rough craftsmanship, and a heavy black stone embedded in it.

A strange heraldry is engraved on the black stone, a symmetrical triangle enclosing a circle with a vertical line in the circle. It looks like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

The deep and thick black magic aura, the evil and dangerous feeling emanates from this ring.

"Headmaster, there is a very powerful curse on the ring." Loren said, suddenly remembering the plot about Dumbledore's finger.

The movie does not explain the specific scene when Dumbledore destroyed the ring, but when he took out the destroyed ring, he was still cursed that could not be lifted.

Loren turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, realizing that he was in an abnormal state.

Dumbledore seemed unable to hear Loren's voice. He ignored Loren. He seemed to be fascinated by the ring and stared at it.

His expression was filled with painful compassion, and his eyes were filled with deep sorrow and sorrow. The calm and intelligent gaze of the past completely disappeared.

"The symbol of admiration for Lear, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows..." Dumbledore murmured, completely ignoring Loren's existence.

"Resurrection Stone...Arianna..." His eyes glowed with hope, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to put on the ring.

"No, no, the limit of death is difficult to violate..." Dumbledore's remaining consciousness was still functioning, and his face showed struggle.

"Headmaster! Headmaster Dumbledore!" Loren shouted loudly, trying to wake up Dumbledore, but it had no effect at all.

He used his hands to shake Dumbledore's body. Dumbledore was completely unresponsive to external stimulation.

There was something wrong with the ring, and Loren sensed something was wrong. Even if Dumbledore wanted to use the Resurrection Stone to resurrect his sister, struggling with family ties and the understanding of life and death, she would not be like this now.

If Dumbledore was awake, he would be tempted by the Resurrection Stone, but he would not be completely immersed in the illusory world.

Loren opened his eyes slightly, guiding them to blur the focus and enter the deep magical vision that Dumbledore had taught him.

Everything in the room suddenly faded from color, leaving only outlines of shapes drawn with white lines, like line drawings. All the lines twist and intertwine like water.

He saw a flowing line between Dumbledore's eyes and the ring on the table.

Sure enough, the ring was affecting Dumbledore!

Thinking back carefully, the diary can absorb people's emotions, explore their innermost desires, and even control Ginny to release the basilisk. It's not surprising that other Horcruxes have similar effects.

"Principal, wake up!" Loren called loudly, holding a wand in his hand to make some big noise.

"It's useless, he's indulging in his own fantasy." A voice said softly.

Loren suddenly noticed a figure next to him, a tall man with black hair wearing a magic robe belonging to Slytherin House. The outline of the man was blurry, and he didn't look like a ghost. He was more transparent than a ghost.

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

A blazing red light penetrated through the door of the main room and hit the side room. The explosion destroyed the entire side room in an instant. The dust accumulated for more than ten years was blown into the woods by wind and waves, breaking the long-term desertion here.

Not bothered by the curse, Riddle showed an elegant and friendly smile: "I don't have a physical body now, the curse doesn't work on me."

Of course I know it won't work for you, but I feel uncomfortable if I don't try... Loren complained softly in his heart.

He held the wand tightly and turned in the direction of Tom Riddle with full vigilance. Taking advantage of the shadow on the opposite side not paying attention, he slightly looked sideways at Dumbledore's condition.

What made him a little anxious was that even with such a huge explosion, Dumbledore still showed no sign of waking up.

The tremor in his fingers had spread to his palm, and when it spread throughout his arm, Dumbledore would wear the ring with the vicious curse.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Loren asked knowingly, stalling for time while thinking of a solution.

As Dumbledore's emotions were absorbed by the ring, Riddle's figure slowly became more solid, and the elegant smile on his face became brighter: "Maybe you should call me senior, I was also a Hogwart This student.”

He turned to look at the struggling Whitebeard Principal, and said in a tone that was neither good nor bad: "Professor Dumbledore personally introduced me to the school. Oh, no, based on what you just said, I should be called Principal Dumbledore now. .”

Loren suddenly had a bold idea in his mind: "Is there any way you can wake up Principal Dumbledore?"

Riddle could no longer maintain his politeness and laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha..."

This seemed like a big joke. He laughed for a long time before he stopped: "Dumbledore has brought you here, don't you still know my identity? Or are all Gryffindor students so naive? madness?"

He responded with two swift spells, and Loren waved his wand continuously: "[God's Blade Shadowless] [Thunderbolt Pierce]"

"They say the spell doesn't work on me anymore." Riddle laughed.

But the curse was not directed towards him, but towards the ring on the table. The transparent blade quickly passed through, followed by the red light that penetrated the curse.

I saw two magic spells hitting the resurrection stone ring, but they had no effect. The faint light on the surface of the ring disappeared in a flash, and the magic spell also disappeared. The Shenfeng Shadowless Curse did not cut through the ring, and the explosion of the Piercing Curse did not sound.

Realizing that this little wizard could not pose a threat to him, Riddle showed his true attitude and looked at this scene coldly with a mocking look on his face: "Give up, the Horcrux is indestructible."

Loren remained silent and did not speak, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

He actually wanted to drag Dumbledore away through Apparition, but he had not yet practiced Apparition to the point where he could lead people, and he was afraid that the principal would be missing arms and legs.

Moreover, Riddle could already show his physical form, and Loren was worried that after they left, Voldemort would control a few snakes and escape with the ring, which would cause endless trouble.

No matter, Apparition is the last option. It is better to be missing arms and legs than to be cursed to death.

His eyes followed the connection between Dumbledore and the ring, watching the flowing lines of magic. Absorbing Dumbledore's emotional strength, this kind of thing sounds a bit familiar...

A bit like a dementor...

"Anyway, ordinary spells will not work on Riddle and Horcruxes. A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Just give it a try."

Loren raised his magic wand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

The old house, which was blocked from the sky by trees, suddenly lit up with a bright light that had never been seen before. Fierce silvery white light burst out from the tip of the wand, converging into a huge figure.

There was no room for Loren's orca guardian angel, and most of its body was on the roof.

Riddle looked at this scene in horror. Although he could not use the Patronus Charm himself, he had understood this spell and had seen other people's Patronus. Even in the legends about coaxing little wizards, there was no such amazing Patronus. .

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Loren swung his arm, causing the wand to wave downward.

The patron saint of killer whales swings its tail, its majestic body appears clumsy, and stirs up turbulent winds in another dimension.

The giant whale crashed downwards without hesitation.

The movement of the patron saint was silent, even the snakes and insects in the woods outside the house fell silent, and everything was silent for a while. But Loren seemed to hear the roar from the distant deep sea, and invisible ripples spread in another dimension.

The impact area covered Riddle's shadow, the resurrection stone ring, and the old wizard with the white beard.

The silvery-white patron saint's light blocked his sight, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"I have never seen such a magnificent patron saint. It is really impressive." The old wizard's old voice came through the light.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Loren shouted in surprise. He quickly put away his Patronus and rushed to Dumbledore's side. "Principal, you finally woke up!"

The hand is no longer shaking, there is no ring on it, and there are no dark curses or runes on it.

It looks like he didn't get hit.

Loren looked to the side and could no longer find Riddle's vague figure. But Gunter's ring was still lying intact on the table, still exuding a dangerous and evil aura.

He sighed in disappointment. He thought that his orca patronus was different and would be a fatal blow to Voldemort's evil soul hidden in the ring, so he could directly defeat him.

It seems like I’m overthinking it…