The card draw starts in Azkaban

Tom really couldn't use the magic that Dumbledore taught him to trouble Dumbledore.

After watching carefully for a while, Dumbledore found the clue.

Traces of magic left behind.

Dumbledore didn't say it out loud, but his blue eyes had already understood everything.

"It's not a difficult magic, but it is very subtle. Even the curse-breaking wizard of Gringotts Egypt branch may not be able to detect this..."

"It has been some time, and these spells have not lost their effect due to time... It seems that I should give it a try."

"Leave me a little bit, yes, you don't have to go too far, just stand behind me, Du Wei..."

As Dumbledore spoke, he picked up his wand and tapped it in front of himself.

The wand seemed to be poking at the surface of the water, creating waves in the water.

In front of his eyes, a milky-white secret room that looked like a safe appeared.

"Is it originally here? But, runes?"

Dumbledore said softly, identifying these runes, trying to figure out what this rune was for.

Just when he found this milky-white secret room that looked like a safe, a lot of filth appeared around him.

Something like oil flowed out from the gaps around it, trying to get closer to the two people.

"What's this?"

Du Wei glanced around.

"A curse used by some ancient Egyptian wizards to protect the tombs of the pharaohs.

If you have been to Egypt, you can see such a curse in the core area of ​​the pyramids.

Deadly, this was one of the most dangerous curses in ancient Egypt.

It's just that Voldemort added a little bit of his own elements to those ancient curses.

It looks interesting.

It seems he has used his brain."

Dumbledore commented on Voldemort's methods like he was correcting his homework.

If Voldemort were here, he would probably be furious to death.

Dumbledore finished his evaluation.

Du Wei saw a lot of bugs among these "curses".

"Can you deal with these bugs, Duwei?"

Dumbledore asked. He seemed to be trying to think of some way to open the secret room in front of him. He needed to concentrate.

"I'm afraid not, because I seem to have some troubles, Professor."

Du Wei said that it was not because he was unwilling to take action, but because the hallucinations in front of him were getting worse and worse, and Voldemort was everywhere in front of him.

Even when Dumbledore turned his head, Duwei saw Dumbledore's face changing into that of Voldemort.

It looks funny and ridiculous.

Dumbledore's voice was still slippery and out of tune, gradually changing towards Voldemort's accent.

This is not a good sign.

However, under such mental pollution, Dowey Jones still had no expression at all.

Dumbledore turned his face away and said helplessly: "Well, I'll do it myself, Duwei, stay with me and don't be accidentally hurt by my magic."

As he said this, a little flame appeared on the top of Dumbledore's wand. Then the flame grew bigger and bigger, sweeping through the dilapidated old house, sweeping away the curse in the old house.

But it didn't affect the body of the house.

"Extremely clever magic, Professor."

Du Wei praised.

Anyway, it didn't cost money to praise him. Dumbledore smiled and said: "It's nothing, but Duwei, you look very bad."

"Yes," Du Wei admitted crisply: "I must have been cursed, Professor.

Now I see that you are exactly the same as Voldemort. Professor, please imagine that a person wearing a white robe like yours, holding the Elder Wand, turning his head and seeing the face of Voldemort appears in front of you.

It's simply mental pollution, my professor."

Du Wei said calmly: "Under such mental pollution? How would you feel?"

"It does sound serious."

Dumbledore said, he looked at his wand again and said: "You know this is the Elder Wand?"

"Elder Wand, why didn't I know, professor, brought the unknown elder wand to its owner, my professor, it is said that its owner died of unknown death.

You also hold this wand, what if you too suffer an unknown death?"

Du Wei looked at "Voldemort" and said: "People cannot control their destiny. My professor, the elder wand is one of the sources of unknowns. It doesn't care who its master is. As long as it is strong, it can do it with anyone."

He pointed to his head and said: "I am also very powerful, Professor."

Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and said: "Stop scaring an old man like me, Duwei."

After he finished speaking, he took out a bottle of magic potion from his clothes.

"Try this, it should be good for you."

Dumbledore has no guarantee that he can solve the curse on Duwei.

There are too many things in this world that wizards can't do anything about.

After all these years, he still hasn't studied clearly whether the so-called squib can solve the problem of his inability to cast magic. It's like he still doesn't want to know who really hurt his sister.

Whose wand tip did that fatal curse come from?

Although this is very corroborating.

Just use the flashback spell.

Likewise, Dumbledore was unable to deal with the blood curse.

He also couldn't stop Nagini from turning into a snake.

Even the most powerful wizard of our time still has things he cannot do.

Man, not God.

Dying is easy, living is a purgatory.

This principle is true even for Dumbledore.

After talking to Du Wei, he concentrated on dealing with the methods left by Voldemort. Du Wei drank the potion in one gulp. Under the soothing of the potion, his headache that wanted to split was slightly relieved.

"Is it Professor Snape's potion?"

Duwei asked endlessly, and Dumbledore said while cracking the magic: "Of course, yes, Severus is an excellent potions master. If he lives long enough, his attainments in potions should be

No less than me and Flamel.

You should also drink his magic potion. How does the Wolfsbane potion taste?"

Dumbledore said that Duwei smelled blood, and Dumbledore must have been injured.

It is also possible that Dumbledore used himself as a sacrifice and bled some blood.

After all, Voldemort only has this ability, using the method of cutting the opponent's body to weaken the opponent's soul.

This is of little use to Dumbledore.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore pulled Duwei forward again.

"Hold on to my sleeve, Du Wei, don't get lost or make the wrong step. The spell here is a bit troublesome."

Dumbledore said solemnly. Duwei looked around. He saw Voldemort's face everywhere. Now, the curse problem became more serious. He saw that the surrounding walls were densely covered with Voldemort's face.

face.

Countless Voldemorts were constantly talking to him.

Their words and tone were too low.

They were all whispering.

Whispering still means they are talking, but you can't understand what they are saying at all.

Terrible babble.

Even Dumbledore's voice was hidden in these gibberish.

Dumbledore's figure, viewed from behind, looks like neon behind a prism, turning into a strange shape, twisted and dark.

Du Wei closed his eyes and followed him, walked through the secret passage with many traps, and came to the end of the secret passage.

In front of them, a house appeared.

This house is very simple and extremely plain.

There is a table in the house, and on the table, there are seven boxes.

Seven identical boxes.

Voldemort's Horcrux is hidden in one of these seven boxes.

But which one specifically.

It requires certain magic skills to deal with it.

Dumbledore stared at the seven boxes. He knew that this was a trap. As long as he guessed wrong, something terrible would be waiting for him.

But he didn't panic, because he knew that Voldemort's tricks were still within his expectation.

At the same time, he was also very vigilant. He knew that Dowey Jones did not tell lies, so he said that he would ask Dumbledore to die.

He's not kidding.

He was warning him.

Then Du Wei must know.

These levels are not lethal.

This means that Dumbledore looked at the box in front of him and looked at the arrangements in front of him.

He knows.

real danger.

It should be in the box in front of you!

On top of the Horcrux.

…

Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort was sitting in front of the long table in the living room. He was sitting in the main seat. At his hand was Malfoy.

But it wasn't Lucius Malfoy, there was someone else next to him.

Her name is Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa looked a little uneasy sitting so close to Voldemort. She had never participated in Voldemort's Death Eater gathering. Although her husband, her sister, and many of her relatives were Death Eaters, she was not

.

Despite this, Voldemort still valued her very much. She was born in the pure-blood Black family, married Lucius Malfoy, and is still a pure-blood.

Voldemort was very satisfied with this status.

"Ma'am, you should sit here."

Voldemort was polite when he spoke. He held his wand and bent down.

But no one dared to take Voldemort's attitude seriously.

After all, the Ministry of Magic employee who died on the table and was swallowed by a big snake told them that Voldemort was a moody demon king.

As for the real owner of Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy, he stood humiliated in the shadows across the table. After he became a werewolf wizard, he was no longer qualified to serve at the table.

Voldemort sat down, and a cruel aura emerged from his body.

The German wizards sat at the table one after another.

Nagini is on the table, it's huge, top to bottom.

The table doesn't seem to accommodate it well.

So its snake head appeared outside the table, aiming at Lucius Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy was very scared, and he was sweating all over, but no one cared about his appearance, and no one cared about his appearance.

Feel.

That's what Death Eaters are like, the weak eat the strong.

The power of Social Darwin.

Voldemort faked a smile, and everyone looked at Voldemort.

"Here's the thing."

Voldemort looked at everyone present and said solemnly: "As we all know, what is our slogan and what we care about, so, Lucius, I am very disappointed in you, especially when I saw you turned into a werewolf wizard,

While still alive."

Lucius was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground again, praising my master. Narcissa sat next to Voldemort, even more uneasy.

She moved.

Voldemort laughed.

He looked at Lucius from a distance and said: "But you are loyal to me, Lucius, so I will give you a way to survive.

You can continue to live, even as a werewolf wizard, but if you want to return to us again, you need to atone for your sins, Lucius.

You need to atone!"

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