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But it was in a bad state, with the door on the left wide open, the right one completely gone, and the inner compartment was covered with thick dust.

On the dust were shards of glass, and a lot of what looked like some kind of animal bone.

It should be snake bones, so does Evan think, black and arranged according to certain rules.

A slender spine and a pair of ribs, the long body hovering, looks unpleasant!

Perhaps Morfin killed the snake and hid it here, and there was no skull on the bones.

The bones are difficult to weather, and the snake may have had its head cut off before it died, or it may have been taken by a later intruder.

But these do not affect the big picture, and the magic changes around here.

"This is it, Professor!" said Aven.

"Yes, this is it!" Dumbledore replied softly, looking at the wardrobe and seeming a little disappointed, "It's too low, Riddle is the best student I've ever taught, I thought he would behave differently at the age of fifteen than he did afterwards, after all, he wasn't so evil at the time, I thought he would surprise us a little, but something seemed predestined." ”

There was contempt in his tone, a palpable disappointment.

The next second, Dumbledore tapped the edge of the cabinet with his wand.

With a thud, a black drawer appeared underneath.

The drawers are all black, the same color as the cabinets.

Only in the forefront, where it was originally a lock, appeared a snake-like skull carving, which was the snake head they had not seen just now.

Its upper and lower jaws were exaggeratedly open, almost to one hundred and eighty degrees, with two sharp teeth above and a row of fine teeth below.

Following the open mouth, a circular hole in the snake's body can be seen that extends into the drawer.

"Looks like we're going to have to pay a little bit again!" Evan sighed, looking at the cabinets and snakeheads that appeared.

The purpose of Voldemort's magic design is really simple and crude, and it is clear.

He clearly wanted the enemy to reach in and let the bone snake's fangs bite hard, get some blood out, or just give up a finger.

It hurts just to think about it, and to make matters worse, it's probably poisonous.

Evan wasn't sure if there was anything else in the drawer besides the ring.

In case they put their fingers in, something inside is doing something to them......

Voldemort exploited this fear to make people feel frightened, lose their courage, and lose their lives in agony.

Fifteen-year-old Riddle had left behind a much less powerful spell than Voldemort decades later, but no less deadly.

And Evan knew that the more terrifying killing move was actually in the ring itself, which was just an appetizer.

"It doesn't make sense, he firmly believes in that philosophy, tries to make his opponent weaken himself, and from the beginning to the end, he doesn't understand that there are many things that are much more terrible than physical damage. Dumbledore said disappointedly, shaking the sleeves of his robes upwards, revealing his left hand.

"Professor, is there no other way to crack this magic?" said Aven hurriedly, "or let me do it!"

Although Dumbledore said that it didn't make sense, it couldn't be denied its hurtful power.

"Sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable, Aven!" Dumbledore said with a smile, sticking his left index finger into the snakebone's open mouth, "or as I told you before, you are more valuable than me, so let me do this kind of thing." ”

Evan looked nervously at Dumbledore's left hand, and for a second, nothing seemed to happen.

But in the blink of an eye, the bone snake's jaws fell down fiercely, biting Dumbledore's index finger.

Dark red beads of blood poured out of the wound and slid down the fingertips into the drawer.

Tick, tick, probably an illusion, Evan even heard the sound of the bone snake chewing blood.

Dumbledore's body trembled slightly, and after three seconds, he withdrew his hand.

Evan could see the blood and deep wounds on it, especially the top two round holes.

The bone snake's fangs seemed to bite off the bones of his fingers, and the picture looked shocking.

The wand slid gently, the wound did not heal and was still bleeding.

Dumbledore said something in his mouth, and with a wave of his wand, the deep wound slowly healed, and it was noticeably different from the color of the skin around him.

"Are you alright, Professor?" Evan looked at him worriedly.

Apparently, Voldemort had left other spells behind that made Dumbledore's first healing spell useless.

"Don't worry, I'll recover!" Dumbledore said, the expression on his face unchanged, as if it wasn't him who was bitten, "We're lucky that the magic that Voldemort left on it didn't work because of time, or the effect wasn't so strong that it wouldn't be fatal." Potions are usually like this, and when placed in the open air, they will evaporate or dissipate little by little until they are completely useless. Okay, now let's see what's in this drawer!"

He opened the drawer, there was no magical light, it was plain as if it had opened an ordinary old drawer.

The blood that Dumbledore had just shed was gone, and Evan saw the ring in the drawer.

On top of the ring was a large black gem, exactly what they were looking for on their trip, and in addition to that, there was an old yellowed photograph.

The picture had been torn apart, but it had been taped little by little, and it was crumpled on top.

Not a magic fix, but the most ordinary tape.

It's a picture of Voldemort's father, Tom Riddle Sr., and her mother, Merope, in a shabby little house, dressed in shabby clothes, but Melop has a happy smile on her face.

It's hard to believe that such a smile would appear in this girl who is full of suffering.

Although their lives were still difficult, Merope's smile was full of happiness and hope.

She snuggled up like a wife to her husband, Tom Riddle, who was still handsome, but had no smile on his face.

His and Merope's expressions are completely different, as if they have pieced together two people from different worlds and different occasions in one photo.

A crack ripped across his face, and Evan wasn't sure if it was Voldemort's work, and then the shards were taped together carelessly, the folds between the slits distorting his face to look eerie and terrifying.

As far as Evan knows, this is probably the only surviving photograph of Tom Riddle and Merope.

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

Voldemort left it here, and he must have completely let go of the last trace of love in his heart for his parents.