This wardrobe had withstood the test of time and did not turn into dust like the other items in the house.
However, it was in a bad state. The door on the left was open, and the one on the right was completely gone. The compartments inside were covered in thick dust.
There were some glass shards on the dust, and many things that looked like animal bones.
They should be the bones of a snake, Elwyn thought. They were black and arranged according to a certain pattern.
There was a slender spine and a pair of ribs. The long body was curled up, and it looked very unpleasant!
Perhaps Mo Fen hid the snake here after killing it, and there was no skull on the bones.
This kind of bone was very difficult to corrode. The snake might have been decapitated before it died, or it might have been taken away by an intruder who found it interesting.
However, this did not affect the overall situation. There was a change in magic in the vicinity.
"This is the place, Professor!" Elwyn said.
"Yes, this is the place!" Dumbledore replied softly. He carefully looked at the wardrobe and seemed a little disappointed. "Too low level. Riddle is the most outstanding student I have ever taught. I thought his performance at the age of 15 would be different from all the others. After all, he was not so evil at that time. I thought he would give us a little surprise, but it seems that some things are destined."
His tone was full of disdain and obvious disappointment.
The next second, Dumbledore used his wand to knock on the edge of the wardrobe.
With a thud, a black drawer appeared at the bottom.
The drawer was entirely black, the same color as the wardrobe.
However, in the place where the lock used to be, there was a bone sculpture in the shape of a snake head. It was the snake head that they did not see earlier.
Its upper and lower jaws were opened exaggeratedly, almost 180 degrees. There were two sharp teeth at the top and a row of thin teeth at the bottom.
Along the opened giant mouth, they could see a circular hole in the snake's body, extending into the drawer.
"It seems that we will have to pay a price again!" Elwyn sighed and looked at the wardrobe and the snake head.
The purpose of Voldemort's spell was simple and crude, and it was crystal clear.
He obviously hoped that the enemy would put their hand in and let the bone snake bite them with its fangs, causing some blood or directly losing a finger.
Just thinking about that scene was painful, and what was worse was that it might have been poisoned.
Elwyn wasn't sure if there was anything else in the drawer besides the ring.
What if they stuck their fingers in there and something was doing something to them …
The Lord Voldemort used this fear to make people feel afraid, lose their courage, and lose their lives in pain and torture.
Compared to the Lord Voldemort decades later, the 15-year-old Riddle's magic was much weaker, but it was equally deadly.
Moreover, Elwyn knew that the scarier killer move was actually in the ring itself. This was just the appetizer.
"There's no point. He firmly believes in that philosophy of letting his opponent weaken him as much as possible. From the beginning to the end, he never understood that there are many things more terrifying than physical injuries." Dumbledore said disappointedly. He shook the sleeve of his robe up, revealing his left hand.
"Professor, is there no other way to break this spell?" Elwyn said hurriedly, "Or let me do it!"
Although Dumbledore said it was meaningless, it was undeniable that it was harmful.
"Sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable, Elwyn!" Dumbledore said with a smile. He put his left index finger into the open mouth of the bone snake. "As I said before, you are more valuable than me, so let me do this kind of thing."
Elwyn looked nervously at Dumbledore's left hand. For a second, it seemed that nothing had happened.
But in the blink of an eye, the bone snake's upper and lower jaws fell down and bit Dumbledore's index finger.
Dark red beads of blood gushed out from the wound and slid down his fingertip into the drawer.
Drip, drip. It might be an illusion, but Elwyn even heard the sound of the bone snake swallowing blood.
Dumbledore's body trembled slightly. Three seconds later, he pulled his hand back.
Elwyn could see the blood and the deep wound, especially the two round holes at the top.
The bone snake's sharp teeth seemed to have bitten off the bone of his finger. It was a shocking scene.
He slid his wand gently. The wound did not heal and was still bleeding.
Dumbledore mumbled something and waved his wand again. The deep wound slowly healed, and the color of the wound was obviously different from the surrounding skin.
"Are you okay, Professor?" Elwyn looked at him worriedly.
Obviously, the Lord Voldemort had left some other spells behind, which made Dumbledore's first healing spell useless.
"Don't worry, I will recover!" Dumbledore said, the expression on his face not changing, as if the one who was bitten wasn't him. "We're very lucky. Because of time, the magic that Voldemort left on this has lost its effect, or rather, the effect isn't that strong, so it won't be fatal. Magic potions are usually like this. When placed in the open, they will slowly evaporate or dissipate until they completely lose their effect. Okay, now let's see what's in this drawer! "
He opened the drawer. There was no magical light, and it was as ordinary as opening an ordinary old drawer.
The blood that Dumbledore had just shed had all disappeared. Elwyn saw the ring inside the drawer.
On the ring was a huge black gem, which was what they were looking for. In addition, there was an old yellowed photo.
The photo had been torn to pieces, but it had been put back together bit by bit with tape. It was wrinkled.
It was not magic repair, but the most ordinary tape.
It was a photo of the Lord Voldemort's father, Old Tom Riddle, and his mother, Merope. The two of them lived in a shabby little house, wearing very shabby clothes, but Merope had a happy smile on her face.
It was hard to believe that such a smile would appear on the face of this girl who was full of suffering.
Even though their lives were still very difficult, Merope's smile was full of happiness and hope.
She snuggled up to her husband, Tom Riddle, like a wife. Riddle was still handsome, but there was no smile on his face.
His and Merope's expressions were completely different. It was as if two people from different worlds and different situations had been forcibly put together in one photo.
A crack was torn across his face. Elwyn was not sure if this was done by the Lord Voldemort. Then, the pieces were carelessly put back together with tape. The wrinkles between the cracks distorted his face, making him look gloomy and terrifying.
As far as Elwyn knew, this was probably the only photo of Tom Riddle and Merope that had been passed down.
It was not surprising that they had lived such a difficult life.
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