Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

He looked at it, filled with sadness, and after shedding his last tear, filled with nothing but hatred, he ruthlessly tore the photo into pieces.

He vowed to sever ties with his irresponsible parents, but he couldn’t resist piecing the photo back together.

These were Evan’s imaginings, sounding somewhat like something an abandoned little boy might do.

He wasn’t certain if Voldemort was capable of such emotions, or more accurately, if he ever had them; it was not something expected of him.

Strange, what was going on here?! It was highly unusual; he had always considered his mother a disgrace, believing he couldn’t possibly be a wizard.

Because she succumbed to death, after knowing the truth, he did not hesitate to kill his father’s family.

And the Gaunts would never make him feel satisfied. There was no doubt that he needed the honor passed down by this family for a thousand years to prove the nobility of his bloodline and prove that he was unique, but the current situation of the Gaunts undoubtedly embarrassed him; it was another humiliation.

Therefore, whether it was his father or mother, Voldemort was full of hatred from beginning to end.

Yes, he hated them, and if his mother was still alive, Voldemort would have killed her himself.

Killing his parents would only make him feel glorious and complete a kind of transformation and sublimation on the spiritual level.

He completed his own redemption and essence through this act, and from then on, he would be as great as his ancestor Salazar Slytherin.

Evan could be certain of this, there could be no love; Voldemort simply did not know what love was!

But how could this torn and restored photo be explained? And what about the abnormal teardrops on it?

If Voldemort hadn’t done it, how could it have been carefully placed here, alongside his Horcrux?

“Professor, you’ve seen this photo, why would Voldemort…” Evan said, stopping suddenly.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, noticing that something was not quite right about him.

Dumbledore ignored Evan. He seemed fascinated by the ring and kept staring at it.

His expression was both focused and sorrowful, and his blue eyes were no longer full of wisdom, but full of sorrow.

He didn’t blink, his gaze fixed on the black gemstone on the ring, the Resurrection Stone.

“Professor?!” Evan shouted, raising his voice to alert Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore didn’t respond. He didn’t hear Evan’s voice, and he seemed to be in a different world from Evan.

His body swayed and he took a step forward, as if someone else was talking to him, as if he heard some kind of calling.

“Ariana,” he said softly, his voice trembling.

“What?” Evan was startled for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed Dumbledore’s arm. “Wake up, Professor!”

“Ariana, is that you?” said Dumbledore, tears wetting his eyes.

It was simply unbelievable; everything happened so suddenly, Dumbledore actually cried in front of Evan.

If this were to be revealed, everyone would think Evan had gone mad!

The greatest wizard in the world crying, how could that be possible?!

“Professor, wake up, there’s only us here!” Evan shook him violently. “There’s no Ariana.”

“I should not have done that, I was blinded by power, it was not Gellert, Aberforth was right, I did not take good care of you, and I killed you,” said Dumbledore sadly. “It is all my fault, yes, everything is my fault. I knew your health was failing, yet I still went with Gellert, agreed to his invitation to travel the world…” Р�

He still ignored Evan and was immersed in his own memories.

Damn it, this ring was affecting him!

Evan had known for a long time that there would be something wrong with this ring; he had thought Dumbledore would hesitate for a while, resisting the temptation of the Resurrection Stone, before reaching for the ring, so he could stop him then. But he hadn’t expected Dumbledore to be affected so deeply.

No one could be so deeply immersed in their own memories, regardless of the situation around them.

This was not a temptation at all, but a strange magic. Voldemort’s Horcrux was affecting Dumbledore.

There was a crimson flash, and Evan saw that all the blood Dumbledore had just shed fell onto the ring.

The surroundings were so dark that he didn’t see clearly just now and thought that all the blood had vanished.

No, they were vanishing; the ring and the Resurrection Stone on it were absorbing Dumbledore’s blood.

A terrible dark magic was affecting Dumbledore through this connection, tempting him to touch the ring.

Evan shook Dumbledore violently, but it had no effect at all. This magic would not be interrupted by this external force.

“Ariana, are you back?” said Dumbledore sadly. “Promise me not to leave again, will you?”

Listening to his words, Evan felt anxious. He seemed to see his sister Ariana.

But apart from the two of them, there was no third person here.

What Dumbledore saw was not the real Ariana, but a ghost, a ghost summoned back by the Resurrection Stone.

Evan thought about the characteristics of the Resurrection Stone. This stone came from Death and was itself a stone that could bring people back from the dead.

But only the soul was summoned, and those who used the Resurrection Stone would only have pessimistic thoughts.

It could mentally torment people because they could not get the real thing, the person they wanted to resurrect.

Therefore, the Resurrection Stone was also one of the weapons. Putting the Resurrection Stone in the hands of the enemy was equivalent to giving them a knife to commit suicide.

This was not a Resurrection Stone. It was essentially a stone cursed by Death.

Voldemort didn’t fully grasp the Resurrection Stone; he discovered its function, being able to see the souls of his closest deceased ones, but he didn’t know it was one of the Deathly Hallows. He saw his parents through the Resurrection Stone.

It made him feel sad, so he cried and left the photo here.

This was also why Evan saw tear stains on the photo. They were indeed Voldemort’s tears.

Of course, this was not his true feelings, but rather the magical power of the Resurrection Stone itself.

Soon, Voldemort, having regained his composure, became enraged. He used the properties of the Resurrection Stone to set up a spell.

By drawing blood from the intruder through the bone snake outside the drawer, letting it fall onto the Resurrection Stone, and causing the intruder to become lost in it.

Just like Dumbledore, affected by magic and the power of the Resurrection Stone, he became sad and irrational.

A better situation was to die directly from grief or poison. Due to the blood, the body would be controlled by the Horcrux in the ring.

A wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would also be tempted to touch the ring little by little.

There was Voldemort’s curse on it, and direct contact meant certain death, even Dumbledore was no exception.

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