[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Dumbledore turned his head and smiled at him, then continued to chant the spell, and it took a while before he stopped.

The silver cover continued to exist for dozens of seconds, and finally shattered into pieces and disappeared into the air. The black stone slab with the magic patterns written on it also shattered.

Being blocked twice, Sewell didn't dare to venture in, but he kept a close eye on the old man, for fear that a mistake would cause a tragedy to happen in front of him.

Sewell forgot how the original book described how Dumbledore got the ring, so he could only stare at it.

Dumbledore wiped the sweat from his brow, put on a relaxed look, and said with a smile: "It will all be over soon."

Harry on the side nodded in a trance, he felt a little relieved, and felt that his troubles were finally going to disappear.

Then you can be a normal person.

Dumbledore swung his wand and smashed the floor, revealing a golden box inside. He breathed a sigh of relief, bent and reached for the box, but his arm was caught by a hand.

Sewell put his body in front of Dumbledore, firmly blocked him and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's dangerous, let me come, professor." He winked at Harry, and Harry subconsciously grabbed Dumbledore. Bullido's right hand.

Dumbledore wanted to refute, but without waiting for him, Sewell waved his wand and shouted loudly: "Horcruxes are flying—!"

The golden box made a "Gada—" sound, as if something had hit it inside, Sewell knew that it was the damn ring that was going to fly towards him, he suddenly realized, if this box was blessed with something permanently bonded spell, then he is really stupid to do so.

Fortunately, it didn't. Voldemort seemed to think that the previous protection was strong enough, so he didn't take any measures on the box.

The ring flew up with the box, and Sewell grabbed the box before Dumbledore reached out. He let go of Dumbledore, hugged the box into his arms, and quickly stepped back a few steps, pulling away from the other two. distance.

"Don't grab—" he stared at Dumbledore and said, "Professor, let me open it."

The tone and actions were too decisive, which made Harry feel very inexplicable - isn't it going to end soon?

Okay, why is Sewell such a big reaction?

Harry's face was a little more bewildered, and the hand holding Dumbledore's arm couldn't help but let go, looking at Sewell with a suspicious expression.

Dumbledore was furious. He pointed his wand at Seville, as if he wanted to cast a spell.

So desperately grabbing the Horcrux at this juncture-Sevier also knew that his actions seemed inexplicable to them, and they even suspected him of being a spy-but, what else could be done?

"Professor—" He put the box behind him, trying to show his sincerity: "Let me open it, and I promise to give it to you if there is no danger."

"—give it to me now," said Dumbledore loudly, threateningly in his voice: "—give it to me now—little Mr. Malfoy—!"

Sewell ignored him, turned sideways and opened the golden box, inside lay a poorly crafted gold ring with a black gem on it.

that's it.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet for an instant, Sewell took a deep breath, without hesitation, threw away the box, and put the ring on his hand.

Seeing what he was doing, Dumbledore roared again: "Sevier Malfoy!"

Sewell turned a deaf ear to this, and the moment he put on the ring, he felt severe pain in his right hand, and the skin in contact with the ring began to become scorched black, and this scorched black spread upward at an unbelievable speed, within a few breaths It covers the entire forearm.

The pain made Sewell dizzy. He tried to keep himself awake, turned around, and faced the stunned two people behind him. Said: "You can't wear this! You don't want to wear it! I'll wear it! You can't wear it..."

His thoughts were already confused, he tried hard to express himself, but couldn't do more, his voice slowly lowered, his blue-gray eyes stared at Dumbledore without blinking, his voice was weak , praying and saying: "Don't wear this..."

After finishing speaking, a great pain mixed with anesthesia was transmitted from his hand to the brain along the blood vessels in an instant, causing him to completely lose his ability to control himself, and then reached his throat. Sewell's breathing was stagnant, and he passed out directly up.

Damn it... When his body fell into paralysis, he vaguely thought: I forgot to laugh and be drunk.

Hogwarts today is extraordinarily noisy.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Dumbledore rushed from the principal's office to the school hospital with a person in his arms. Behind him was the panic-stricken and bewildered savior.

The students who saw Professor Dumbledore so pale for the first time couldn't help but stop and get out of the way.

Little wizards all know that Professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this century, he is busy with the most important things, and generally no one will be curious.

But today was different, the students who gave way accidentally saw the man Dumbledore was holding——

Light blonde hair, pale face, arrogant and beautiful eyebrows.

... Sewell? ! ! ! ! !

Didn't he go to Durmstrang? ! !

How come here! ! ! ! !

As soon as the news got out, Gryffindor students were crowded outside the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey looked at Sewell in a hurry, pointed at someone casually, and told him to go to Professor Snape and bring The most effective potion.

Then she closed the gate of the school hospital with a bang.

The students outside looked at each other, and it took a long time before they started whispering.

A few minutes later, the student who was named earlier ran over, holding the corner of Snape's robe firmly in his hand, and kept urging: "Professor, hurry up."

"Merlin, loosen my clothes, Mr. Isaac, I will go!" By the time he said the last sentence, he was already roaring: "If you don't loosen my clothes, I will deduct fifty points from Gryffindor!"

"Deduct if you want!" Isaac yelled back loudly: "So what if the points are deducted! Human life is at stake! You are too slow!"

The crowd that had just boiled up fell silent again, and the Gryffindors were all frightened by this man's courage to face the old bat...

Snape was half-forced to the door of the infirmary, he pushed the door angrily, and walked in with his head held high.

However, the student who was tugging on his robe didn't let go, followed Snape closely, and took the opportunity to sneak into the infirmary. Before the door closed again, he winked at everyone, expressing that he would definitely take the inside The news came out.

People outside looked back expectantly.

But the infirmary was eerily quiet at this moment.

Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey stood beside the hospital bed, looking worriedly at the comatose Sewell. Harry sat on the chair next to him with a dazed face. On both sides of him were Ron and Hermione. He looked questioned, but no one dared to speak in this oppressive atmosphere.

Professor Snape stood still at the door, with a sullen face, his eyes swept over the faces of the people in front of him one by one, and a low cello-like voice sounded: "Very well, who can tell me what happened?"

Both Ron and Hermione were shocked, and quickly raised their heads to look at Dumbledore expectantly. Obviously, they also wanted to know this question.

"Let's talk about it later," Dumbledore said briefly, "Sev, come and think of a way, I've exhausted all my strength just to control it."

Snape walked over with a frown, poked lightly on the ring on Sewell's hand with his wand, lowered his head again, and sniffed with his big hooked nose, his face began to contort, and he took the ring angrily. Take out a cup of thick golden medicinal liquid, pinch Sewell's mouth, and pour it into it.

"A very powerful curse, the most we can hope to contain it is to imprison it in one hand, and the curse will spread in a year at most." Snape turned his head and covered his face with Dumbledore asked, "What are you doing? Are you by the side? Why do you let him wear that ring when you are by the side? You know there is a charm on it?"

Dumbledore had a twisted and sad expression on his face, and tears rolled down his eyes—

"It's my fault." He said softly, "He did it to protect me."

There was a moment of silence in the school hospital, and then there was a loud noise at the door: "Boom——"

The door was opened again, and Professor McGonagall walked in with a serious face: "Someone told me that something happened."

Dumbledore nodded, he didn't look at Professor McGonagall, nor Sewell, his eyes were fixed on the ring, and the expression on his face was between longing and remorse. In the end, he buried his face in the hand, said weakly: "Minerva, I need you to tell Mr. Malfoy that something happened to their little son."