Following the dirt road in Ogden's memory, Elwyn and Dumbledore walked towards the forest beside the valley.
Unlike the renovated main road, the dirt road was still crooked, full of potholes and rocks. The shrubs and hedges on both sides were even taller and denser.
They grew without any pattern, filling up the surroundings and even blocking the original road.
Almost a hundred years had passed, but there was still not much change. Time seemed to have stopped here.
After passing through a few thick old trees, Elwyn saw the old house of the Gunter Family again.
Now, it would be more appropriate to call this old house a ruin.
The moss-covered walls were still there, stubbornly supporting the main body of the old house. Plants were crawling all over it, and the tiles on the roof had all fallen off. The exposed rafters had started to rot, and the door and windows had disappeared, leaving behind a dark hole.
The sound of insects crawling could be heard from inside the house. Dense nettles had already occupied the place.
The Lord Voldemort had hidden the ring here. Elwyn did not know whether it was a good idea to not attract attention or a daring and crazy idea.
In the face of any intruders, this dilapidated old house would not be able to defend itself.
But at the same time, no one would be interested in this place. This broken house was worthless.
From this point of view, the Gunter Family was definitely the most pitiful pure-blooded wizard family in history.
However, it had a special meaning to him.
"It's here!" Dumbledore said. He took two steps forward and stopped. "Do you feel anything?"
"What?" Elwyn was surprised as he looked at the old house in front of him.
"Magic. This place has seen magic before." Dumbledore said softly, as if there was a spell spreading in the air. "Elwyn, I told you before to feel it with your heart. Don't trust your eyes. They are unreliable."
He spun slowly on the spot, obviously concentrating on something that could not be seen with the eyes.
This was much harder to feel than the usual mana. Elwyn closed his eyes, and the mana around him seemed to be twisting around the house in front of him.
To make an analogy, it was like a ray of light. It was originally shooting in a certain direction, but it suddenly deviated.
"In the right corner!" Elwyn said slowly, looking for the area where the magic changed.
"Yes, you felt it too. It's right there. Let's go in and take a look!" Dumbledore said as he strode forward.
"Professor, what magic is this? Is it the same as the one in the cave by the sea?"
As for that spell, Elwyn could still vividly remember it. Only by using fresh blood could one break the spell and enter it.
"I don't think so, but it should be just as evil!" Dumbledore said. "If you want that thing, you have to pay a price. High-level black magic is always like this, and this is also in line with Lord Voldemort's expectations. But I think it shouldn't be too difficult this time. He was only fifteen when he got that ring, about the same age as you. At that time, he didn't know as many forbidden magic as he did later on. Maybe his soul wasn't that depraved. After all, this was his first soul tool, and he had never killed anyone before this. "
Elwyn followed him forward. Did Dumbledore mean that Riddle wasn't that evil at that time?
"Hogwarts didn't have that many evil black magic for him to understand, although I can be sure that he had already flipped through every magic book he could find in the forbidden section of the library!" Dumbledore said as he led Elwyn into the pitch-black house. "But those magic books have been filtered, and some of the truly dangerous ones have been isolated."
As soon as they entered, an even deeper darkness swallowed them, and the air became thinner.
With the light from the tip of his wand, Elwyn could only see dust. It was dark everywhere, and he couldn't see what it was.
The ceiling was covered in thick cobwebs, and the walls of the house had collapsed. Weeds grew between the rocks.
One end of a wooden beam had fallen off, and it was leaning against the ground. The other end was struggling to support the weight of the entire house.
Elwyn followed Dumbledore carefully inside, not daring to touch anything.
Everything here gave him a feeling that as long as he touched it, the house would completely collapse, burying them alive.
"He got that ring when he was fifteen, and he didn't carry it with him for long. He soon realized that the ring was too ostentatious. It was the Peverell family's emblem. Although he was willing to tell others about his long and noble lineage, he didn't want to attract too much attention, especially from me." Dumbledore's voice sounded in front of Elwyn. They had already entered the room on the right. "Because he couldn't explain to me how he got this priceless ring. You know, he had almost nothing before he came to Hogwarts. What's more, the ring was a soul tool, the first one he made. It was very unwise to carry it with him. I think he came back here not long after Morfin was caught. It should be during that Christmas holiday that he hid the ring. That must be it. That's why he didn't have enough time to check it. "
"Professor, what kind of power does the ring have?" Elwyn asked. He had always wanted to know the answer to this question. "Why do you say it can solve the problem of the vampires, the evil gods …"
"There are many possibilities. I'm more inclined to believe that Salazar Slytherin left some kind of magic on it. It's a magic that we don't understand yet, but it can undoubtedly help us. It's a very important item." Dumbledore said, "Do you remember the wall you saw in the depths of the eight-eyed spider's lair? Slytherin's four items were carved on it."
"You went there to see it too?"
"No, that place had been destroyed. I couldn't get in. But not long ago, I saw the same wall in the vampires' territory, and the four magic items were also carved on it. " Dumbledore said, "That's why I believe that the ring will help us. It seems that only by collecting all four items can we completely unlock the secret left by Slytherin."
Elwyn originally wanted to ask where the Double Serpent Scepter was, but Dumbledore probably didn't know either.
If he knew, he would definitely tell him or take it directly, just like how he came here to look for the ring.
It was better to ask Keresis this kind of question. That guy must know something.
The two struggled to move forward in the ruins of the hut. Dumbledore waved his wand to move the debris and gravel on the ground.
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