Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

This wardrobe has lived through the test of time and has not turned into dust like any other item in the house.

But it is in poor condition, with the cabinet doors open on the left and disappearing completely on the right, with the interior compartments filled with thick dust.

There are glass fragments on the dust, and there are a lot of things like some kind of animal bone.

It's supposed to be a snake bone, and Ivan thinks it is, black, arranged according to certain rules.

An elongated spine and a pair of ribs, a long body hovering around, looks unpleasant!

Perhaps it was Mofen who killed the snake and hid it here, and there was no skull on top of those bones.

This bone is difficult to weather corrode, and the snake may have been beheaded before it died, or it may have been taken away by later intruders looking funny.

But these don't affect the big picture, and magic changes around here.

“This is it, Professor!” Ivan said.

“Yes, this is it!” Dumbledore replied softly, looking carefully at the wardrobe, seemed a little disappointed, "Too low-level, Riddle was the best student I had ever taught. I thought his performance at the age of 15 would be all different after that. After all, he wasn't so evil at the time, I thought he would surprise us a little, but some things seemed doomed to be doomed. ”

In his tone of contempt, he was clearly disappointed.

Next second, Dumbledore forcefully knocked on the edge of the cupboard with his wand.

In the bang, a black drawer appears below.

Drawers are all black and the same color as cabinets.

Just in front of the original locks, instead of a snake-shaped skull sculpture, it's the snake-head they just didn't see.

It has an exaggerated jaw opening, almost 180 degrees, with two sharp teeth above it and a row of fine teeth below it.

Along the wide open mouth, you can see a circular hole in the snake's body that extends into the drawer.

“Looks like we're going to have to pay a little more!” Ivan sighed, gauging the cabinets and snakes that appeared.

Voldemort is a magical design designed to be simple and rude.

He apparently hoped that the enemy would stick his hand in and let the bone snake's fangs bite hard, bleed a little, or just throw away a finger.

That picture just hurts when you think about it, and even worse, it can be poisonous.

Ivan wasn't sure if there was anything in this drawer other than a ring.

In case they stick their fingers in, there's something in there that does something to them...

Voldemort uses this fear to make people feel scared, lose courage and lose their lives in pain.

Fifteen-year-old Riddle left behind much less magical power than Voldemort decades later, but equally deadly.

And Ivan knows that the more horrible killing moves are actually in the ring itself, which is just an appetizer.

“It doesn't make sense, he firmly believes in that set of ideas, letting the opponent weaken himself as much as possible, and he never understood that there are many things that are much more terrible than physical harm.” Dumbledore said with disappointment that he shook his robe sleeve up and revealed his left hand.

“Professor, is there any other way to break this magic?” Ivan said in a hurry, "or let me! ”

Although Dumbledore said it was pointless, it could not be denied its injuries.

“Sometimes sacrifice is inevitable, Evan!” Dumbledore smiled and said, "Stick your left index finger in the open mouth of a snake bone," or as I told you earlier, you're more valuable than me, so let me do this. ”

Ivan looked nervously at Dumbledore's left hand, and for a second, nothing seemed to have happened.

But in the blink of an eye, the bone snake fell hard on his jaw and bit Dumbledore's index finger.

Dark-red blood beads gush out of the wound and slide into the drawer along your fingertips.

Tick, tick, maybe a delusion, and Ivan even heard this bone snake chewing blood.

Dumbledore's body trembled slightly, and three seconds later he pulled his hand back.

Ivan can see the blood and deep wounds above, especially the top two rounded holes.

The sharp teeth of this bone snake seemed to bite directly off the bones of his fingers, and the image looked startling.

The wand slides gently, the wound is not healed and still bleeding.

Dumbledore read words in his mouth, waved the wand again, the deep wound slowly healed, and the color of the surrounding skin was markedly different.

“Are you all right, Professor?” Ivan looked at him worried.

Obviously, Voldemort left behind other spells, which rendered Dumbledore's first healing magic ineffective.

“Don't worry, I'll recover!” Dumbledore says the expression on his face hasn't changed, as if he wasn't the one who was bitten, "and we're lucky that because of time, Voldemort's magic left on it has lapsed, or the effect isn't so strong that it won't be fatal. This is usually the case with magic potions, which, in this open-air setting, volatilize or dissipate little by little until they become completely ineffective. Okay, now let's see what's in this drawer! ”

He opened the drawer, without any magical light, as if he had opened an ordinary old drawer.

The blood that Dumbledore had just shed also disappeared, and Ivan saw the ring inside the drawer.

On top of the ring is a huge black gem, exactly what they were looking for on the trip, along with an old yellow photograph.

This photograph was torn, but taped slightly, wrinkly.

Not a magic fix, but the most common tape.

It's a photograph of Voldemort's father, Old Tom Riddle, with her mother, Mellop, both in a cold, sour little house, dressed in very sour clothes, but with a happy smile on Mellop's face.

It's hard to believe that this smile will appear on this miserable girl.

Though their lives were still difficult, Mellop's smile was filled with happiness and hope.

She snuggled beside her husband, Tom Riddle, like a wife, and Riddle was still handsome, but she had no smile on her face.

His expression was completely different from that of Mellop's, as if he had put two different worlds and different occasions together in a photograph.

A crack was torn across his face, and Ivan wasn't sure if it was made by Voldemort, and then the pieces were taped together, and the creases between the cracks twisted his face, looking shady and horrible.

To the best of Ivan's knowledge, this is probably the only photo that came out of Tom Riddle and Mellop.

It's no wonder they're having such a hard time.

Voldemort left it here and must have completely removed the last bit of love from his heart about his parents.