The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Thick black smoke swarmed out from the black gemstone on the ring; exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

Voldemort put no protection from the Dark Arts around Ravenclaw's diadem because he feared that Dumbledore would detect him if he used it at Hogwarts; nor did he put protection around the Diary and Hufflepuff's chalice Dark Arts, because he thought they would be kept safe by Malfoy and Bellatrix...

But Slytherin's locket and Marvolo Gaunt's ring, the two horcruxes that were placed outside alone, he applied very complicated black magic to protect them to prevent others from destroying them...

If you guessed right, the black smoke in front of you is the culprit who abolished one of Dumbledore's hands in his previous life, leaving him with less than a year to live!

But this time, since Dumbledore was prevented from touching it directly—

"Fawkes!" Jon yelled.

He had to try a safer method.

Hearing Jon's order, the big bright red bird rushed towards the cloud of black smoke recklessly, covering the black smoke completely with her golden wings; then, hearing the scream of the phoenix, golden, red and Black blends into one.

Fox's eyes became sad, his cry gradually became a suffocating sound, the golden feathers were polluted by black, and at the same time, the tail feathers fell off little by little...

At last she uttered a scream and became a huge ball of fire; then disappeared completely, leaving only a half-extinguished pile of ashes on the floor.

...

Albus Dumbledore struggled to get up from the ground, leaning on his cane.

"Thank you...Jon..." Dumbledore said with a weak face: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure..."

"Horcrux..." Jon quickly reminded: "This is a Horcrux, professor, chop it up!"

Dumbledore raised the sword of Gryffindor tremblingly with his left hand, then shook his head slightly, and put down the sword in his hand.

"It's up to you!" His eyes were still fixed on the emblem on the black gemstone.

Jon shook his head helplessly, took out the Mithra Core from his pocket, and picked up his wand at the same time: "I suggest you get out quickly, Fiendfire will definitely burn the entire old Gaunt house into ruins! "

Dumbledore nodded, and walked out of the hut step by step on crutches.

A handful of flames that were as thin as a hair, but that kept emitting a violent aura, began to fly into the silver core of Mithra.

Then, extremely terrifying flames swarmed out from the small silver box in all directions, turning into a huge basilisk, a ferocious griffin, and a terrifying giant eagle...

With a wave of Jon's wand, the silver octahedron returned to his hand, and he left Gaunt's old house without looking back.

All he could hear was the miserable cry of Voldemort's soul from the ring behind him.

...

More than ten minutes later, when it was confirmed that Voldemort's soul was gone, Jon reopened the door of Gaunt's old house.

Those flaming behemoths raging in the house roared towards the door, making people feel an oncoming heat... Jon just threw Grindelwald's Mithra's core forward lightly , while suspending it in the air with the wand.

The flaming behemoths were quickly attracted by the silver octahedron, and they began to return to it little by little, shrinking back... A few minutes later, Fiendfire had returned to its original hair-like thin form, and flew out of Mitt again. Pull the core.

"Aguamenti!" Jon whispered toward it.

A strong jet of water sprayed towards the handful of Fiendfire, and although Fiendfire struggled desperately within it, it gradually extinguished in the end...

Theoretically, ordinary water cannot extinguish Fiendfire, but when the order of magnitude reaches a level with a large difference, the result will change again.

Jon began to look around, and the whole Gaunt's old house had been ravaged by Fiercefire... The ring had also been burned to pieces, and the surroundings were covered with a black, wriggling soft substance between liquid and solid. substance.

"Is this the form of the soul?" Jon said softly.

Finally, among the fragments of the ring, he saw a black stone——

A stone the size of a thumbnail looks very ordinary, exuding a soft luster... It is intact, as one of the Deathly Hallows, even Fiendfire can't leave any marks on it.

Already on crutches, Dumbledore walked up to it...and took it carefully and tremblingly into his hand.

...

Albus Dumbledore closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hand.

He is very proficient at this scene, because he has rehearsed it many times in his memory...

Soon, he knew he had succeeded, because he could hear a slight movement around him, and a figure appeared in Gaunt's old house.

He opened his eyes again and looked at the people in front of him.

Dumbledore knew that these were neither ghosts nor real people, but memories that had been frozen in his mind. They came toward him—seeming more unreal than living beings, more real than ghosts.

Everyone looked at him, almost all with the same loving smile on their faces.

Percival Dumbledore, still in the black robes he wore at his trial at the Wizengamot...this is the last time Albus saw his father before killing three The underage Muggle was sentenced to life in prison and died in Azkaban three years later.

Kendra Dumbledore, she looked very young, much younger than Albus remembered, she looked kindly and benevolently at her eldest son who was already full of white hair and was over a hundred years old, and touched the tears .

And... Ariana Dumbledore, Ariana was wearing her favorite dress when she was six years old, before she was raped by the three Muggle boys, and her magic was not yet complete Out of control...she was the happiest of them all, looking at her brother's face so longingly like she could never get enough of it.

More and more figures appeared behind them.

Marlene McKinnon smiled shyly at the principal, then lowered her head and hid behind her husband Ronald McKinnon.

Gideon Prewett patted his brother Fabian Prewett on the shoulder while waving enthusiastically at Dumbledore.

Edgar Bones nodded towards Dumbledore with the same expressionless indifference, but the joy on his face still couldn't be concealed.

...

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, feeling the gentle words of relatives, friends and students whom he hadn't seen for a long time, looking at their faces while weeping...

He bit his lip, and although he was a little reluctant, he finally made a decision.

Closing his eyes, he threw the fingernail-sized rock behind him.

"Jon, take it," he said quietly.

Jon Hart took the Resurrection Stone and looked at Professor Dumbledore in astonishment.

"This thing is useless to me." Jon replied honestly: "All the people I cherish are still alive."

"That's why you are qualified to use it!" Dumbledore has wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "But I can't... If you leave it to me, I will just be immersed in it and can't extricate myself..."

"Okay..." Jon curled his lips: "I can help you keep it temporarily."

Albus Dumbledore had already picked up the crutch in one hand and the sword in the other. He turned around and said to Jon gently: "Thank you for helping me these years, Jon... ...Hopefully we can meet next time as soon as possible.”

"I am also very grateful for your taking care of me." Jon also said with a serious face, and at the same time bowed deeply to Jon: "There is only so much help I can give you, I wish you the best in the future Luck, long life!"

"Then, goodbye..." Dumbledore waved lightly.

Then there was just a "snap" and he Apparated away.

...

Jon put on the black hood again and left Gaunt's old house.

Unlike Dumbledore, he can't apparate yet, so he has to quickly find a Muggle town to stay for the night before leaving here tomorrow.

While walking along the road, Jon thought to himself——

Dumbledore doesn't know how to apparate me for a ride, if it's really impossible, it's okay to keep Fox!

Wait, Fox... Jon couldn't help being taken aback:

If he remembered correctly, Fox's wreckage should still be in Gaunt's old house, Dumbledore and he had forgotten her...

"Damn it!" Jon slapped his forehead, turned around quickly, and ran back towards Gaunt's old house.

(End of the first volume)