Hogwarts' Natural Magic

Chapter 189 The Curse on the Resurrection Stone

"Oh! What is this!"

Christmas is about to pass, but just this morning in the Hogwarts hall, several owls arrived transporting two long packages.

"A late gift?"

The two gifts were wrapped with exclusive Christmas decorations, but after the owl dropped the gifts, everyone discovered that the gifts were for two people.

"Potter?" Draco stood next to Bree, looking at the package that was the same as Bree's next to Harry. His expression was a little ugly. A late gift would already make people unhappy, let alone a gift. A gift just like Potter's.

"This thing should just be thrown away, Bree."

Draco quickly gave his suggestion, but Ron, who was following Harry, had already screamed.

"Oh, it's the Firebolt, the newest broomstick!"

"Wow, show me!" The Weasley twins immediately rushed up and were about to pick up the broom, but someone was faster than them.

"Professor McGonagall?"

Professor McGonagall snatched the Firebolt from Ron's hand. She looked at the broom worriedly, as if inspecting it carefully.

"Sorry, Potter." She took a serious look and continued, frowning more and more.

"I have to take it and check it to ensure its safety. Someone in Hogsmeade saw a strange person walking into the broom shop a few days ago. We must be cautious."

"But..." This is a Firebolt!

Harry dared not speak in anger and could only watch Professor McGonagall take away the broom.

"Professor, the second round of Quidditch is about to begin. I think we need this broom!" Fred and George looked at each other and said in unison: "Of course, we will win without a broom."

Professor McGonagall frowned and nodded.

"I will check it out as soon as possible. It is doubtful who would give such an expensive gift to a child."

"Wait a minute, professor, you should probably take the broom from Ode's hand, they appeared together."

At this time, Bree was looking at the greeting card on the broom. The crooked font on it was very dazzling, but the sincere sentences all showed the owner's careful preparation.

Maybe Bree knew who sent it, but he didn't expect that he would get a share.

"Professor, if you want to take it, please mark which one is mine."

Bree handed the broom to Professor McGonagall.

"I will, Bree."

Professor McGonagall smiled and walked upstairs with two brooms.

Seeing the broom go away from him, Harry was a little worried, but this had nothing to do with Bree. He was more concerned about Tom coming to Hogwarts later to take him to the Gaunts' house, and he would take advantage of the last day of the Christmas vacation to complete it. Otherwise, Professor McGonagall would not have given him a leave note.

Bree said to Draco: "I have something to go out. You should be careful in Hogwarts. I always feel that Christmas this year is too quiet. Whether it is Black or the werewolf before, it seems that they have not appeared now." Same."

Draco curled his lips after hearing this.

"I understand, but you promised me before that you would make cards specifically for me when you would be able to complete them. I heard that your Oude family is preparing for a competition. I don't want to not have good cards during the competition. use."

There has been new news about the competition in the past few days. Ever since Tom opened a branch of Fantasy Games abroad, he has begun to make arrangements for the competition.

The competition consists of two parts. The first is an intra-school competition, which selects outstanding members of Fantasy Games from multiple schools through promotion, and then the finals will be held during the holidays.

The other part is players from outside the school, who also use selection methods, and finally compete in the finals during the holidays.

Of course, the contestants inside and outside the school will temporarily separate the finals to ensure that they do not interfere with each other. After all, the little wizard still puts learning first.

Because of the news of this competition, those entertainment newspapers have gone crazy reporting it. It can be said that in the British wizarding world, everyone knows about this matter.

Many wizards who love fantasy games are preparing to participate in the competition.

"I will prepare it for you, but it will take some time. I have important things to do recently."

"Oh, of course, it's important, so you go quickly."

Draco waved his hand and prepared to go back to the Slytherin common room. He had to study the game carefully.

Bree nodded and walked out of Hogwarts Castle. According to the departure process given to him by Professor McGonagall, he needed to take the train to Hogsmeade Village to meet Tom.

The rumbling train soon arrived at Hogsmeade, and Tom was already waiting for Bree on the platform.

"Let's go and Apparate."

Bree didn't want to use other methods to get to Gunter's house, it would definitely not be a better experience.

Tom nodded, he took Bree's hand and said, "Even if I only have memories of when I was in school, I am sure that I will set some magic in the Gunter family in the future."

Then, the surrounding scenes were distorted, and a burst of teleportation magic fluctuated around Bree. Soon after experiencing a slight dizziness, Bree and Tom arrived outside Gunter's old house.

After Bree saw it clearly, he only found a ruin-like deep realm, with a dilapidated old house standing among the overgrown weeds.

"This place is like a haunted house." Brie gave her own evaluation, while Tom on the side also frowned and nodded seriously.

"Since those people died, there are no so-called descendant families of Slytherin in Britain."

Although Tom has always said that he is a descendant of Slytherin, he will never admit that he is a member of this family. In his opinion, this family is the source of pain in his life. Even if he is noble, this does not make Tom Feel honored.

"I heard that many wizard families moved away from England and went to live in the United States many years ago." Bree asked, and Tom shook his head.

"I don't know. Maybe there are descendants of Slytherin in the United States, but they have given up the glory of Slytherin when they left the UK and have no influence here."

With that said, Tom had already raised his wand, using magic to open a path in front, knocking back some weeds and dead branches that blocked their steps, and creating a path.

Seeing that Tom was not very interested in this topic, Bree said, "I told you before that Dumbledore seems to be looking for the Sorcerer's Stone for his sister."

Arianna, a girl who died at the age of 14, was forcibly left with her soul when she was dying, and was later made into a portrait to survive. And Brie also discovered some special things in Arianna's soul, such as the violent magic power. Of course, , Brie, who didn't know anything about it, didn't think about it carefully.

"The violent magic..." Tom stopped and said with some thought: "Perhaps you can study the records about Obscurus. This is a disease that gradually breaks away from wizards and makes wizards go crazy. Before the last century, Many wizards have become evil monsters in the eyes of Muggles because of this."

"Obscurus, it turns out that's the case, but Arianna's condition is not good enough to become an Obscurus. She should have been killed."

"You need to explore this yourself." Tom smiled. Recently, he was busy traveling between several countries due to competition matters. Although he was very interested in what Bree said, he was also powerless. At this time Only then did he see his shortcomings. When faced with such a vast situation, he seemed to be a little petty and would always be limited to a small place.

"By the way, thank you for those... Muggle books you gave me. They are very helpful in my current life."

At Christmas, Bree gave Tom what he lacked the most. Originally, Tom still scorned Muggles, but after reading books that recorded Muggle politics, wars, and business, Tom's horizons were greatly improved. Big expansion.

"As long as you like it." Brie said casually, and then thought about the Resurrection Stone, and at this time they walked to the door of the Gunter family's old house.

"let me."

Tom pulled away Bree, and then used his wand to push open the door. With a dull opening sound, the Gaunt family's old house welcomed the long-lost sunshine.

"Cough cough."

Tom covered Bree's mouth and nose to prevent the dust from choking him, and then frowned: "I think there is indeed a trap here."

There was a strong smell of dark magic, and it was familiar to Tom, as was Bree, it was exactly the same as Voldemort's magic.

"I don't think you would reveal your existence so easily, unless this is a plan that the other party will definitely follow."

Hearing Bree say this, Tom narrowed his eyes and pulled Bree into the hall.

The dilapidated hall is full of dust left by the years, and some furniture has been corroded and broken. However, because of the existence of magic, it has not been infringed by snakes, insects, rats, and ants from the outside world.

"Bang!" Under the watch of Bree and Tom, a bench collapsed due to the wind blowing in from outside.

"Time is also a kind of magic, and the wizard's magic power is irresistible." Tom waved his wand, waving these rotten things away, giving them a way to the second floor.

"The ominous magic was on the second floor. I can only say that I was missing the most important thing after that."

Tom was talking about Voldemort, an arrogant and arrogant guy. After Tom learned about Voldemort's life deeds, he clearly knew that he had fallen into a vicious circle of flattery and believed that the world should be driven by him.

“If you lose your awe, you are doomed to failure.”

Tom said angrily that even though he didn't think he was Voldemort, he had to admit that this identity was related to him.

Walking to the second floor, there were very few things here, and the most surprising thing was that a very ordinary ring was randomly discarded in the most conspicuous place on the second floor.

"Is this the Gaunt family's ring?"

"Resurrection stone?"

Bree looked at this ring, and he felt that it was so similar to the ring that he made for Draco and was given to him by Draco.

Seeing Bree's eyes, Tom nodded and said, "You may have seen that when the Gaunt family was at its peak, their heirloom rings had always been a symbol, and many ancient families would make jewelry based on the appearance of gemstones. , Of course, it’s not that no one connects this ring with the Resurrection Stone, but no one will believe that the Gaunt family who owns the Resurrection Stone will decline.”

"Oh, stupid wizards, do they just believe that the Resurrection Stone must be real?"

Looking at the black gem set in the silver ring, which was covered in dust, as if it had fallen into the mortal world, Tom couldn't help but sneer.

Bree glanced at it and thought to herself that Tom was probably praising Voldemort's handling of the Gaunt family. This was really a weird aesthetic.

Thinking this way, Brie slightly sensed the black magic here, but to her surprise, all the magic here pointed to the ring.

"The old house of the Gaunt family had protective magic, but it was not activated because I came, and this ring has its own black magic." Tom walked forward, lowered his body slowly, and put the resurrection stone ring pick it up.

He looked at the ring on his hand and said slowly: "The more powerful the magic, the more specific rituals are needed, and the magic on this ring requires you to wear it."

As if to deny Tom's words, a black light suddenly emerged from the ring, shrouding both Bree and him. The ring and the hallucinations around him changed. Tom suddenly stared ahead with eyes wide open, as if seeing something difficult to see. Accepting things, the ring on his hand continued to release this black light, and a powerful bewitching force kept making him wear the ring.

In front of Bree's eyes appeared the dean of the welfare home, Betty!
Betty's death reappeared before his eyes again, and the ring on Tom's hand kept tempting him, telling him that if he put on the ring, Betty would live...

"Snapped!"

A magic spell gently hit Tom's wrist, and then a gust of wind blew, and the ring was taken into Bree's hand.

Tom turned his head back suddenly, staring at Bree with red eyes. In his eyes, Bree was already a different person, a guy who was fighting with him for the Resurrection Stone.

"I didn't expect you had someone you were worried about, Tom."

Bree used the taboo-like contract of the house elf to control the furious Tom, then looked at Betty in front of her and sighed.

"Betty's death is not something that saddens me. She has lived a long time. Her death is not painful. Her life was beautiful. This is not a regret."

Bree waved her hand, and Betty burst like a bubble, and the illusion in front of Tom's eyes gradually dissipated, and then Tom saw Bree clearly.

"Hey, I held it with my own hands. I didn't expect that it was also a Horcrux."

Trap, a ring with two traps.

"What will happen if you put it on?" Brie looked at the ring carefully, wanting to know more about it.

Tom stopped him hastily.

"It's a curse. Anyone who wears it will be cursed with death. This is the power of the veil. No one can resist it."

"Curtain?"

Tom nodded and said: "It seems that you have not read the books in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, otherwise you would have seen the records about the curtain. However, he did not elaborate too much on this. He just said that the curtain is the final product of this world. Death is like a curse that no one can resist."

Taking the ring from Bree's hand, Tom continued: "I thought about using this power at the beginning, and it seems that my descendants have already practiced it."

After Tom's explanation, Bree also nodded in understanding, and suddenly he thought: "The curse of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Tom mentally recalled the information he had collected, then nodded uncertainly.

"I need to see this in person, but there is a high probability that the death caused by the curtain is immediate, but there is no guarantee that this power will be so immediate after leaving the curtain."

"This ring... you should keep it carefully. I have a guess that this may be prepared for Dumbledore. I think with Voldemort's ability, it is impossible for him not to understand his chosen enemy, Dumbledore's search for the Resurrection Stone." , he must know and set this trap here."

Tom is probably the person who knows Voldemort best, and after going through a hallucination, he can see it more clearly.

"A ring can only cast a curse once, and for such a powerful curse, except for Dumbledore, I think it would be a waste and a travesty for Voldemort to use it on anyone else."

Tom handed the ring to Bree again.

"The power of the illusion is brought by the Horcrux. The soul of Voldemort in this ring is alive, and he has the greatest hatred for Dumbledore, but he failed the first time. I think it will take a long time for him to Once again, accumulate such powerful illusion power.”

Bree took the ring, thinking that in his prophecy, when he saw Dumbledore wearing the ring, his wrist was black, the feeling of death lingered for a long time, and he had found the source of this prophecy.

perhaps……

Stroking the ring, Bree wondered if he had rewritten the future.

"By the way, Tom, what you just saw made you almost lose control."

Bree was very curious about an emotion that could affect a slave contract like a house elf. As expected, emotions are always something that cannot be controlled...

"Well, you don't have to say it, Bree." Tom smiled, not ready to return to Bree's issue, and in this regard, Bree would not force him to order him or restrict this freedom.

(End of this chapter)