Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 245 The First Broken Horcrux
Dumbledore had a look of sadness on his face, but he didn't say anything to Snape right away.

"I'm fine, Harry, you go back."

he said to Harry, trying to put on a smile.

Harry nodded, his eyes swept over Snape, and he walked quickly down the stairs and disappeared into the headmaster's office.

"Who moved that ring?" Dumbledore suddenly asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, which pointed Dumbledore in the right direction.

"You shouldn't be taking it, Dumbledore, that temptation is obviously not credible."

Snape showed no embarrassment, he criticized Dumbledore bluntly.

"Yeah, I'm too greedy."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile as he reopened the box and saw Marvolo Gaunt's ring again.

In the depths of the old man's eyes, there is still a flash of desire.

"McGonagall, please give me the sorting hat." Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall.

"You need to rest, Principal." McGonagall persuaded, "No matter what, please do it tomorrow."

"No, McGonagall." Dumbledore's voice was still weak, but his tone was unusually firm, "I need to confirm my courage, maybe it has been exhausted."

Although Mag didn't understand what he meant, the firmness in his tone could still be heard.

Turning around helplessly, he took the worn sorting hat and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Every time I see him, I remember the first time I wore it."

Dumbledore held the sorting hat and said, "I wish I could wake up like I was then."

With tears in his eyes, he finished speaking affectionately and put the hat on his head.

Then he closed his eyes tightly, neither Snape nor McGonagall knew what he was going to do.

But after a moment's waiting, Dumbledore put his left hand to his forehead and thrust it into the hat.

When his hand came out again, he had already pulled out a sword inlaid with a ruby.

"Sword of Gryffindor?"

McGonagall cried out in surprise, and Snape's empty eyes became deeper at this moment.

"Yes, but I'm not sure it can destroy the ring."

Dumbledore, sword in his left hand, tried to hack at the ring.

But his hands were too weak to do this at all.

"Severus, can you help me?" he asked Snape over his shoulder.

"Don't test me, Dumbledore, I won't do that." Snape resolutely refused.

Dumbledore smiled at him, then looked at McGonagall.

"Ok."

Without saying a word, Professor McGonagall took the long sword and slashed at it.

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, the ring exploded and hit the wall, then fell to the ground and rolled several times.

"It seems that this is not enough." Dumbledore said, frowning, "Try other methods."

After he finished speaking, Professor McGonagall added a spell to the sword and tried again, but it still didn't work.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked Snape.

"I don't know, principal, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first..."

"You know." Dumbledore interrupted Snape, "I won't let you go, Severus."

Snape frowned, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Maybe more special magic is needed." Professor McGonagall said with a frown.

"The Blade Curse doesn't matter, Mag, it proves that physical damage doesn't mean much, we have to start with magic."

Dumbledore threw his head back, as if thinking about something.

Professor McGonagall tried to use magic on the sword again, this time with fire.

But the long sword repels the flame directly, it seems to be incompatible with the flame.

McGonagall had to try again, but after a few times, the ring remained the same.

Dumbledore suddenly lowered his head and looked at his withered right hand.

"Fiendfire might help, Meg."

McGonagall stopped slashing, then looked at Dumbledore, as if asking if he was sure to do that.

Dumbledore nodded, and McGonagall immediately took out his wand.

"Wait a minute."

Dumbledore stopped suddenly, which made McGonagall look at him suspiciously, "I'm afraid there is still protection in it, if it's a spell... maybe physical damage is safer."

Mag put away her wand obediently, and rationally she never tried to be brave.

"Try the basilisk's venom on the Gryffindor sword, it's very corrosive," Dumbledore suggested.

"It's fireproof, isn't it anti-venom?" Mag asked, raising the sword in his hand.

"Not as far as I know." Dumbledore said, "Moreover, it is very likely that it will be absorbed."

Professor McGonagall nodded, turned around and came to Dumbledore's storage room, and found a black bottle from it.

She began to apply venom to the sword, looking very cautious.

"Do you want me to stay here?" Snape asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, Severus, I have something to tell you, after breaking it," said Dumbledore.

"I feel even more that you just want me to witness this process with my own eyes."

Snape said angrily, but he didn't choose to leave, he still stood there straight.

Dumbledore shrugged, saying he wouldn't say more.

And at this moment, Mag had already walked back with the sword coated with venom.

"Boom."

After slashing vigorously, the ring was broken in an instant.

"Sigh~"

A gust of black air spewed out, accompanied by painful hissing.

All three ducked back.

After the black mist passed, the ring stopped on the ground, and black liquid flowed out.

……

Malfoy Manor, basement.

Voldemort's wand was pointed at Abu, who was cursing in reverse.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the depths of the soul.

"Ah~"

He let out a short roar of pain, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot.

"What's wrong?" Lucius asked nervously.

Voldemort endured the pain and shook his head to show that it was all right.

But his ferocious eyes didn't seem to be all right.

"Need a pause?" Abu asked Voldemort.

"No need, Senior Abu." A wicked smile appeared on Voldemort's face, "I can just add some spices to the curse, I think it's enough for him."

After Voldemort's voice fell, he waved his wand violently.

The pain he experienced just now was slowly stripped from his mind, and then thrown towards the unfinished curse.

"Ah~ah~~"

That painful memory seemed to have its own soul, and after shooting the wand, it kept wailing.

Without the suppression of Voldemort's will, the pain is so real.

When it fell on Abu and merged into the curse, Abu also experienced this pain.

He screamed fiercely, and almost passed out in an instant.

"Father."

Lucius couldn't help but rushed towards Abu, but with a flick of Voldemort's wand, he flew far away with a bang.

"Be quiet, stupid Lucius."

Voldemort's deep voice echoed in the basement.

With the completion of the curse, Abu, who had come out of the pain, looked at Voldemort with strange eyes.

"What kind of pain is that, Tom?" In Abu's voice, the panic has not subsided, "I can't even think about what I just experienced."

"A feeling of tearing the soul, Mr. Abu." Voldemort said with a smile, "If I'm lucky, I will never experience this pain again."

(End of this chapter)