Harry Potter and the Old Ones

While Tiera was rummaging upstairs, Dumbledore and Slytherin were also splitting up, cleaning up the clutter on the first floor.

In the beginning, it was fine. Although there were a lot of dangerous black magic items and traps hidden in the chaotic piles of debris in the hall, the two magic masters, Dumbledore and Slytherin, were able to clearly understand them.

But when Dumbledore cleaned up a sofa that was so dilapidated that the lint had been exposed, Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and could not be removed from the sofa.

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the stained and worn cotton wool.

"Ariana..." Dumbledore murmured absently, gradually extending his thin and slender fingers, digging into the cotton wool, and then slowly pulling out a ring from it—

It was a golden ring with a black gemstone on it, a very ordinary-looking black gemstone.

But in Dumbledore's eyes, this black gem is like a black hole, attracting his attention.

"Ariana..." Dumbledore said, and he seemed to hear the cheerful play of the girl in his ears.

The more Dumbledore looked, the more obsessed he became, the more obsessed he looked, and gradually, he brought the ring closer to his finger—

When Tiera came downstairs, he saw this scene, and Dumbledore brought the ring to his hand.

The moment the ring wrapped around Dumbledore's finger—

Dumbledore seemed to have been drained of his strength. Like an ordinary old man, he fell to the ground and twitched all over his body. A black smoke exuding an evil aura clung to Dumbledore's left hand with the ring. It's his entire arm.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Tiera trotted over anxiously, then exaggeratedly squatted beside Dumbledore:

"Oh, my old principal, I really saw Merlin! What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you not to touch the stuff in here? Why don't you listen, my old man?"

Saying that, Tiera took off the ring from Dumbledore's hand.

"This is... what?" After the ring was taken off, Dumbledore regained consciousness, but he was still weak, and the evil black magic power also remained on Dumbledore's entire right arm, and his entire arm They were all dyed jet black and looked particularly scary.

"It should be it." Tiera picked up the ring and brought it to her left hand, "This is the Horcrux, Marvolo Gaunt's ring."

The curse of black magic poured out from the ring again, trying to infect Tiera in the same way that it eroded Dumbledore, but all the black mist seemed to sink into the sea, completely submerged in Tiera's body, a trace of waves Not plucked.

Tiera put this ring on her hand, absorbing the black magic curse that was continuously released from the ring.

Tiera squatted on the ground, half sat up with one hand on Dumbledore, and raised Dumbledore's contaminated right hand with the other.

"I warned you, Headmaster Dumbledore..." Tiera said with a sad face, "I warned you not to touch the things here, why did you have to get caught?"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore gradually regained consciousness, did not answer Tiera's question, but groaned in pain and tried his best to sit up with Tiera's support, but he failed Instead, he fell down again. If it wasn't for Tiera's other hand to support him, Dumbledore would probably fall to the floor again.

Dumbledore struggled, trying to lift his right hand, but still failed. Dumbledore turned his head with difficulty, only to find that his entire right arm was occupied by the black mist.

"The situation...the situation is...yes, how bad is it?" Dumbledore asked weakly but calmly.

"Normally bad," Tiera said, putting her hand on Dumbledore's jet-black right wrist in a pulse-taking gesture.

Tiera pinched lightly on Dumbledore's wrist, and then made a gesture of mentioning—

Several thick, dark-colored worms emerged from Dumbledore's hands, and their tails were still rooted on Dumbledore's wrists, struggling and squirming. The black on his arm faded instantly, and only a little black remained on his wrist.

Tiera grabbed the several wriggling worms, grabbed them fiercely, and pulled two worms out of Dumbledore's hands, with the last bit of black on Dumbledore's wrists.

Tiera put the worm into her mouth, divided it by three, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it whole.

"Fortunately, you met me." Tiera smiled and helped Dumbledore up, then stretched out her hand, and took out a glass of water in mid-air and brought it to Dumbledore's mouth.

"This should be a curse invented by Tom Riddle himself, which can maliciously infect the spiritual dimension of assimilating vitality and wizards." Tiera said, "This curse will not kill people immediately, but will gradually Tormenting the Cursed... is like a cursed version of cancer."

"However, although this is a genius curse, it is not enough to see in front of me." Tiera supported Dumbledore and stood up slowly.

Although Dumbledore's right hand returned to normal, it still seemed to be a little out of strength. During the process of standing up, his whole body trembled a little, and he swayed a few times before gradually standing up.

"Sorry, I lost my way." Dumbledore said weakly, and gradually stood firm with Tiera's help. Even now he was still a little dazed, as if he saw something when he put on Marvolo Gaunt's ring, Even now, Dumbledore couldn't let go of it for a long time.

"It's alright, Headmaster Dumbledore." Tiera said with a smile, "Everyone has their own pains and shortcomings, I understand, so I just told you not to let you mess around."

Dumbledore didn't answer, just nodded silently, then looked sideways at the ring that Tiera was wearing on his right hand.

"Is this all it is?" Dumbledore asked~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This is Marvolo Gaunt's ring, Tom's next Horcrux? "

"Yes." Tiera raised her right hand, with the back of her hand facing herself, with her fingers straight, "This is Old Tom's Horcrux."

"How are you going to destroy it?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"I'm not going to destroy it." Tiera said with a smile, then stretched out her hand and brought it close to her mouth. Tiera lightly kissed the black gem on the top of the ring, and then took a light breath—

Then Tiera raised her head and smiled at Dumbledore, and Tiera's mouth got bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and soon, in front of Dumbledore and Slytherin, it became A dark, round hole—

Both Dumbledore and Slytherin could clearly see that in Tiera's mouth, there was a crouched naked child with a bald head and a bald head. His face looked like Voldemort's, with red skin. It was very rough, it looked like it had been peeled off, and lay shivering at the bottom of the round hole, as if it had been abandoned.

After Dumbledore and Slytherin saw all this clearly, Tiera quickly closed her mouth again, and then everything returned to normal. Tiera said with a smile:

"I'll keep this piece of Tom's soul for him first."

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