Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Dumbledore sat by the fireplace. The fireplace was not lit, and the room, lit only by the wall lamp, seemed a little dim.

He was holding a newspaper -

The Daily Prophet.

There's also a copy of... The Quibbler on hand?

Anriel's mouth twitched, and he had an absurd idea:

That is, this stuff is very much to Deng's taste, and in the future, The Quibbler may have an additional editor-in-chief...

Dumbledore didn't notice the change in Andril's expression, so naturally he didn't know what he was thinking.

In short, after Dumbledore put down the Daily Prophet in his hand, he said in a positive tone:

"I think I have located a Horcrux. Voldemort hid it very well...

How about we leave tomorrow?"

Anriel nodded, sat down next to Dumbledore, stretched out his hand to stroke the ring made of the Resurrection Stone on his finger, then took it off and placed it in the palm of his hand:

"Sir, I have a question that I don't understand..."

"Ok?"

Dumbledore became interested -

What is it that even Anriel can't figure out?

"Sir, why do you think this stone can be compared with the invincible wand in your hand and the seamless invisibility cloak in Harry Potter's hand that can avoid death?"

Dumbledore looked at the ring in Anriel's hand, opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally told the truth:

"I don't know, kid...

It is not as powerful as the other two Deathly Hallows...

It's not even a qualified magical object..."

Dumbledore rubbed his brows gently and continued:

“It recklessly exploits the regrets and remorse deep in people’s hearts, tearing at the most vulnerable wounds in people’s hearts at will, looking for loopholes.

Perhaps the meaning of its existence is to make people respect death and not blaspheme it?"

Of course, Dumbledore knows this well:

Fortunately, there was Anriel. His presence allowed the old man to use his reason to overcome his regret and pain after he got the stone, thus saving him from the disaster of death.

But Anriel's words left Dumbledore speechless:

"Is its way of warning the world to drag people into the abyss and destroy them?"

Dumbledore remained silent.

Anriel picked it up with two fingers and continued to observe the stone ring in his hand:

"Sir, what method did you use to destroy the soul fragments in this ring?"

Dumbledore looked away guiltily.

Anriel curled his lips.

Want to cover up.

The one who could react like this was most likely using the Avada Kedavra like Anriel.

Dumbledore is not some great saint.

Just because a wizard doesn't use the Unforgivable Curses doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use them, or that he can't use them.

As his fingertips brushed across the surface of the stone, Anriel felt fine cracks on it.

Can……

"Sir, when you destroyed the Horcrux, were the cracks on it... so shallow?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly.

After careful observation, he was surprised to conclude:

"No, child. I remember when I destroyed this Horcrux, the crack on it was much bigger than this."

Anriel was thoughtful.

The cracks on it seemed to be...healing.

That's right, the Resurrection Stone is a Horcrux, and while Dumbledore destroyed the fragments of Voldemort's soul inside it, he also left some cracks on the surface of the stone.

It is not ruled out that Dumbledore tried some other methods before using Avada Kedavra.

And those fine cracks...are almost invisible now.

"It's far more powerful than we thought... a lot more powerful."

Anriel spoke softly:

“Personally, I don’t believe the legend that the three Peverell brothers met death.

I believe that these three people created these three items...

Three magical objects of great power..."

Anriel's words fell silent.

The second half of his hidden sentence is...

If this is really an item created by these three magic masters...

The function of the Resurrection Stone is definitely not just to pull out a group of useless, dead phantoms that are sunk into the user's memory!

Anriel put the ring back on his finger.

"I will definitely uncover the secret of this stone."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully:

"Of course, of course, I believe you, kid - what would you like to eat tomorrow morning?"

Anriel paused, then smiled softly.

……

"Anything, sir."

......

The next morning, Anriel got up as usual.

Without the sleeping beauty beside my pillow, I always feel like something is missing...

After washing up, Anriel found a seat and sat down. The house-elves had already put a rich breakfast of fried eggs on the table.

Anriel picked up the wine jug casually.

"Oh, it's apple juice."

After breakfast, Dumbledore was already waiting for Andril at the door.

Anriel was also helpless - old people usually get up very early, even Albus Dumbledore was no exception.

Since Anriel didn't know the exact location of the cave where Voldemort hid the locket, or in other words, he didn't know what the surrounding environment was like, he could only rely on Dumbledore to take him there.

The feeling of the follower's appearance was not very good, but Anriel's experience seemed to be different from that of others.

Because he is not a normal "person".

So when the followers materialized, Anriel seemed to be able to see space whizzing past them from the perspective of an object...

This is very novel.

And he should be in no risk of splitting.

When the old man and the young boy landed, they were on a beach and there was no one on the beach.

Not far from the shore, there seemed to be a church with a cross on the roof.

No, it looks like a big yard.

Noticing Anriel's gaze, Dumbledore spoke calmly:

"The orphanage where Voldemort lived as a child - but that's not our target today.

Let's go, the rest of the way seems to be under a spell and can only be walked."

Anriel nodded, but Dumbledore didn't mention anything about those mechanisms...

Maybe, he... hasn't gone in to investigate yet?

Perhaps, after he brought Anriel here, he was no longer prepared to "play" according to the "rules of the game" set by Voldemort?

The two walked on the beach, one in front of the other.

This is a beach that has been abandoned for many years. There is no soft fine sand, but only coarse tiles and gravel, mixed with all kinds of Muggle debris and garbage, which are mixed into the sea and swept away, and then washed up on the dilapidated coast again.

The whole scene exudes an omnipresent sense of desolation.