Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 408 Custody
While Tyrell was searching upstairs, Dumbledore and Slytherin were also splitting up to clean up the clutter on the first floor.

At first, things were alright. Although the chaotic pile of clutter in the hall contained many dangerous dark magic items and traps, Dumbledore and Slytherin, the two wizarding masters, cleared them out without any major incident.

But when Dumbledore cleaned a sofa so worn that the cotton stuffing was showing, his gaze was as if drawn by a magnet, unable to look away from it.

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the stained and tattered wad of cotton.

“Ariana…” Dumbledore murmured absently, slowly extending his thin, long fingers, reaching into the cotton wadding, and then gently pulling out a ring—

It was a gold ring with a black gemstone set in it, a very ordinary-looking black gemstone.

But in Dumbledore's eyes, the black gem was like a black hole, drawing his gaze in.

“Ariana…” Dumbledore said, as if he could hear the cheerful sounds of a young girl playing.

Dumbledore became increasingly mesmerized as he looked at the ring, and gradually, he brought it closer to his finger—

When Tierra came downstairs, she witnessed this scene: Dumbledore put the ring on his own finger.

The instant the ring slipped onto Dumbledore's finger—

Dumbledore seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing to the ground like an ordinary old man, his body convulsing uncontrollably. A black smoke exuding an evil aura climbed onto Dumbledore's left hand, where he wore the ring, and then his entire arm.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Tyrell rushed over anxiously, then exaggeratedly squatted down next to Dumbledore:

"Oh, my old headmaster, it's like seeing Merlin! What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you not to touch anything in here? Why didn't you listen, my old friend?"

As she spoke, Tierra casually took the ring off Dumbledore's hand.

"What...is this?" After the ring was removed, Dumbledore regained his senses, but he was still weak. The evil dark magic power remained on Dumbledore's entire right arm, turning it completely black and making it look particularly frightening.

“This should be it.” Tiera picked up the ring and put it on her left hand. “This is the Horcrux, Marvologant’s Ring.”

The curse of dark magic surged from the ring once more, attempting to corrupt Tierra in the same way it had corrupted Dumbledore, but all the black mist seemed to sink into the sea, completely disappearing into Tierra's body without causing a ripple.

Tiera put the ring on her hand and absorbed the dark magic curses that were constantly being released from it.

Tierra half-squatted on the ground, using one hand to help Dumbledore sit up, and the other hand to lift Dumbledore's corrupted right hand.

“I warned you, Headmaster Dumbledore…” Tierra said with a pained expression, “I warned you not to touch anything here, so why did you still fall for it?”

"Ugh..." Dumbledore gradually regained consciousness. He did not answer Tyrell's question, but groaned in pain. He tried with all his might to sit up with Tyrell's help, but he failed and fell down again. If it weren't for Tyrell's other hand supporting him, Dumbledore would probably have fallen to the floor again.

Dumbledore struggled to raise his right hand, but failed. He turned his head away with difficulty and discovered that his entire right arm was covered by black mist.

"The situation...the situation is...how bad is it?" Dumbledore asked weakly but calmly.

“Normally it’s terrible,” Tyrell said, placing her hand on Dumbledore’s dark right wrist in a pulse-taking gesture. Tyrell gently squeezed Dumbledore’s wrist, then lifted it slightly—

Several thick, dark worms emerged from Dumbledore's hand, their tails still rooted to his wrist, struggling and wriggling incessantly. At the same time, the blackness that had covered Dumbledore's entire arm vanished the instant the worms appeared, leaving only a trace of blackness on his wrist.

Tierra grabbed the wriggling worms and pulled them hard, ripping two of them off Dumbledore's hand, along with the last bit of black on Dumbledore's wrist.

Tierra stuffed the worm into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it whole.

"It's good that you met me." Tierra smiled as she helped Dumbledore up, then reached out and pulled out a glass of water from mid-air, bringing it to Dumbledore's lips.

“This must be a curse that Tom Riddle invented himself, which can maliciously corrupt and assimilate life force and the spiritual dimension of a wizard,” Tierra said. “This curse does not kill immediately, but will torment the cursed person little by little…like a cursed version of cancer.”

“However, although this is a genius-level curse, it is still not enough for me.” Tierra helped Dumbledore to his feet.

Although Dumbledore's right hand had returned to normal, it still seemed a little weak. He was trembling as he stood up, and it took him several swaying motions to regain his balance.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure," Dumbledore said weakly, gradually regaining his balance with Tyrell's support. Even now, he was still somewhat dazed, as if he had seen something when he put on Marvologaunt's ring, something that Dumbledore couldn't shake off even now.

“It’s alright, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Tierra said with a smile. “Everyone has their own pain and shortcomings, I understand, that’s why I just told you not to touch things randomly.”

Dumbledore didn't reply, but simply nodded silently, then turned his head to look at the ring on Tyrell's right hand.

"Is this all?" Dumbledore asked. "Is this Marvologaunt's ring, Tom's next Horcrux?"

“Yes.” Tierra raised her right hand, the back of her hand facing her, her fingers outstretched. “This is Old Tom’s Horcrux.”

"How do you plan to destroy it?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

“I don’t intend to destroy it,” Tiera said with a smile, then pulled her hand back, brought it close to her lips, and gently kissed the black gem at the top of the ring, then gently sucked—

Then Tyrell looked up and smiled at Dumbledore. Her smile grew wider and wider until, in front of Dumbledore and Slytherin, it became a dark, round hole.

Dumbledore and Slytherin could clearly see that inside Tyella's mouth was a curled-up, naked, bald child with a face that looked like Voldemort's. His red skin was rough, as if it had been peeled off, and he lay shivering at the bottom of the round hole, as if he had been abandoned.

After Dumbledore and Slytherin had seen everything clearly, Tyrell quickly shut her mouth again, and then everything returned to normal. Tyrell smiled and said:

"I will keep Tom's soul safe for him for now."

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