v2 Chapter 1079： Last love

This wardrobe has stood the test of time and has not been turned into dust like other items in the house.

But its state is very bad, the left door is open, the right side is completely gone, and the inner compartment is filled with thick dust.

There are some glass fragments on the dust, and there are many things like some animal bones.

It should be a snake bone. Evan thinks so, black, arranged according to certain rules.

A slender spine and a pair of ribs, the long body hovering, looks unpleasant!

Perhaps Morfin had hidden the snake and hid it here, and there were no skulls on these bones.

This kind of bone is difficult to weather and corrode. This snake may have been cut off before he died, or it may have been taken away by the later intruders.

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

"It's here, professor!" said Ai Wen.

"Yes, it's here!" Dumbledore replied softly, looking at the closet carefully. It seemed a bit disappointing. "It's too low. Riddle is the best student I have ever taught. I thought he was at the age of fifteen." The performance will be different from the rest. After all, he was not so evil at the time. I thought he would give us a little surprise, but some things seem to be doomed."

His tone was scornful and disappointing.

In the next second, Dumbledore slammed the edge of the cupboard with a wand.

A black drawer appeared below the humming sound.

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

Only in the forefront where the lock was originally replaced by a snake-shaped head bone carving, which is the snake head that they just did not see.

Its upper and lower jaws are exaggerated, almost to one hundred and eighty degrees, with two sharp teeth on top and a row of fine teeth on the bottom.

Along the open mouth, you can see that the snake has a round hole in the body that extends into the drawer.

"It seems that we have to pay a little more!" Ai Wen sighed and looked at the cabinets and snakeheads that appeared.

The purpose of Voldemort's magical design is really simple and rude.

He obviously hopes that the enemy will put his hand in to let the bite of the bone snake bite a bite, give some blood or directly abandon a finger.

The picture is very painful to think about it, and even worse, it may be poisonous.

Ivan can't be sure that there is nothing else in the drawer besides the ring.

In case they put their fingers in, there is something in it to do something to them...

Voldemort uses this fear to make people feel scared, lose courage, and lose their lives in painful suffering.

Riddell, fifteen years old, had a much weaker magical power than the Voldemort decades later, but it was equally deadly.

And Avon knows that the more terrible killing is actually in the ring itself, this is just an appetizer.

"It doesn't make sense. He believes in the idea and tries to make his opponent weaken himself. From start to finish, he doesn't understand. There are many things that are much more terrible than the damage of **." Dumbledore said disappointedly, robes the sleeves. Shaking up, revealing the left hand.

"Professor, is there any other way to crack this magic?" Ai Wen hurriedly said, "Let me come!"

Although Dumbledore said that this is meaningless, it cannot be denied its damage.

"Sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable, Avon!" Dumbledore said with a smile, extending the index finger of his left hand into the open mouth of the snake bone. "Or I told you before, you have more than me." Value, so this kind of thing still let me do it."

Evan looked nervously at Dumbledore's left hand, and for a second, it seemed that nothing happened.

But in the blink of an eye, the bone snake fell down and down, biting Dumbledore's index finger.

Dark red blood rushes from the wound and slides down the fingertips into the drawer.

Hey, hey, it may be an illusion, and Ai Wen even heard the sound of this bone snake swallowing blood.

Dumbledore's body trembled slightly, and three seconds later he pulled his hand back.

Ai Wen can see the blood above and the deep wounds, especially the two round holes on the top.

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

The wand slipped gently, the wound did not heal, and it was still bleeding.

Dumbledore had a word in his mouth and waved his wand. The wound was slowly healed slowly, and the color of the surrounding skin was significantly different.

"You're fine, professor?" Ai Wen looked at him worriedly.

Obviously, Voldemort left other spells to make Dumbledore lose his first healing spell.

"Don't worry, I will recover!" Dumbledore said, the expression on his face did not change, as if he was not bitten. "We are very lucky, because of the time, Voldemort left the magic on it. It's invalid, or the effect is not so strong, it won't be fatal. The potions are usually like this. Under this open-air placement, they will volatilize or dissipate a little bit until they are completely lost. Ok, now let us Look at what's inside this drawer!"

He opened the drawer, there was no magical light, and it seemed as if he had opened an ordinary old drawer.

The blood that Dumbledore had just flowed out disappeared, and Avon saw the ring inside the drawer.

Above the ring is a huge black gem, which is what they are looking for in this trip, in addition to a yellowed old photo.

This photo was once shredded, but it was glued a little bit and crumpled.

Not a magic fix, but the most common tape.

It was a photo of Voldemort’s father, Tom Riddle, and her mother, Merop, who were dressed in shabby clothes in a small, shabby house, but with a happy smile on Merope’s face. .

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

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

She was as close to her husband, Tom Riddle, as a wife. Riddle was still handsome, but there was no smile on his face.

He and Merop's expressions are completely different, as if they were hard to piece together two people from different worlds and different occasions in a photo.

A crack ripped across his face, and Avon wasn't sure if it was made by Voldemort. Then the pieces were glued together by the tape, and the folds between the gaps made his face twisted and looked gloomy. It’s scary.

According to Ai Wen, this is probably the only photo that has been handed down by Tom Riddle and Merope.

It is not surprising that they have lived so hard.

Voldemort left it here, and he definitely gave away the last love of his parents. 8)