Chapter 1231 Dumbledore out of control

Amosta looked at Dumbledore deeply, and the vigilance in his eyes behind his drooping eyelids became even stronger.
"Come on, let's go in—"

Amosta said, and Dumbledore nodded.

Pushing aside a few nettles blocking the half-hung door, Amosta took the lead and stepped into the house covered with spider webs.

The deep darkness that enveloped the house was so deep that not even the moonlight could penetrate it, and Amosita’s figure was instantly swallowed up as he stepped into the house.

There was a slight sense of oppression in the air filled with the smell of earth and plants.

Amosta's expression remained calm. He stopped at what should be the entrance hall and looked at everything.

Several supporting walls inside the room had collapsed, and weeds grew among the ruins.

A rafter fell from the roof, one end leaning on the ground, while the other end struggled to support the weight of the entire house.

The wine rack that separated the kitchen and the dining room, as well as a long table in the dining room, had been reduced to messy wooden pieces. The chandelier that had been hanging from the ceiling of the living room had also fallen down, leaving a large hole in the rotten floor.

Amosta and Dumbledore, who followed him into the room, both looked at the half wall that was stubbornly standing in front of them on the right, and whose surface was already covered with mold.

The darkness there seemed even denser, and the fluorescence from the wand became dim when it shone into that area, as if it was swallowed up.

"Which Horcrux do you think we've encountered, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta glanced sideways seemingly unintentionally and asked softly.

There was a moment of silence, and Dumbledore's voice became a little hoarse.
"Based on the information we have so far, the most likely Horcrux that we have not yet destroyed is the ring that Tom got from his uncle, which we both showed to each other—"

Amosta nodded.

That was after the first game of the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry and his friends accidentally entered Ms. Helga Hufflepuff's office through the secret passage in the school kitchen. In order to rescue them, Amosita, led by Tom's mother, also broke in.

In the memory belonging to Ms. Hufflepuff, she and Ms. Ravenclaw showed the coordinates found by Slytherin.

Ms. Ravenclaw once mentioned that Salazar Slytherin would pass down this coordinate among his descendants.

Amosta immediately thought of the locket, and Dumbledore later provided evidence that the coordinates had indeed been controlled by Voldemort.

It is almost certain that Voldemort will make the coordinates passed down by his great ancestor into a Horcrux.

"Let me do it, Amosta——"

Seeing Amosta taking steps to approach that place, Dumbledore spoke,

"I have taught Tom and am more familiar with his style. This room doesn't look like it can tolerate much noise--"

"no problem."

Amosta spoke in a brisk tone, following the advice readily. He lagged behind Dumbledore by half a step, his eyes following the elder wand that Dumbledore handed into the void.

It's like an elegant dissection.

Dumbledore seemed to be holding a sharp dagger, and his wrist movements were so gentle that he seemed to be conducting a chorus.

The tip of the wand was swallowed by the void, and as Dumbledore moved, crisscrossing golden filaments appeared in the dark air.

These filaments twisted slowly as if they had life. In the smell of burning, the golden threads gradually became thicker, and a layer of hazy void was gradually peeled off.

What appeared before Dumbledore and Amosta was a dark brown, one-meter-high chest of drawers. Under the protection of magic, the chest of drawers had not been broken into pieces by the passage of time, but it was still very old, with the paint on the surface cracked piece by piece, like fish scales.

"call--"

Dumbledore sighed, and then stared blankly at the middle drawer of the chest of drawers, his large wizard robes fluttering slightly.

"The mystery will soon be revealed——"

Amosta also looked at the drawer with a hint of anticipation. To him, the coordinates were also of great significance.

"Let me do it, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta raised his wand.

"Oh, no, I can, Amosta, let me--"

Dumbledore's voice was trembling with urgency and nervousness, and he tapped the air with his wand.

Click——
The middle drawer of the chest of drawers finally popped open. There was no magical glow, just the same ordinary feeling as if a plain old drawer had been opened.

Amosta's heart leapt.

Fate did not play any evil joke on them; the thing in the drawer was exactly what they thought it was!

It was a large ring, the setting of which looked to be made of gold, of a rustic nature, very different in style from the locket passed down from Slytherin.

But that's not the point.

Amosta's eyes fell on the heavy black stone with a crack in the middle set in the ring, and his heart continued to beat.

That's it!
Amosta moved his dry lips. What Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw said was one of the coordinates that located the mysterious stone door leading to the world!

Amosta has now confirmed that the stone door he saw when he first set foot in the secret underground realm of Azkaban Island is now placed in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.
When the Death Eaters broke into Azkaban, Amelia had inadvertently mentioned that the Unspoken Men in the Department of Mysteries had controlled a contract that could restrain the behavior of Dementors for generations, but the Ministry of Magic had lost this key information about where this magical contract came from.

But Amosta knew that the contract was left by Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, and it was based on this information that he speculated that the stone door might be hidden in the Ministry of Magic.

And he confirmed this during the time he actually took control of the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation this year.

Now, one of the three coordinates, no, two of them, had appeared before his eyes, and the only one left was...
A trembling old hand slowly rose up and entered Amosta's sight, interrupting his thoughts. After a moment of distraction, Amosta's face suddenly changed.
"Watch out, Dumbledore!"

The hand belonging to Dumbledore did not stop because of Amosta's shout. On the contrary, it reached down more eagerly, trying to grab the ring that had been lying quietly in the drawer for half a century.

Amosta's eyes suddenly froze, he suddenly raised his left arm, pushed Dumbledore's palm away with the back of his hand, and a bright light shone from under his palm!

boom!
Accompanied by a flash of dazzling fire, a strong wave of wind surged in the dark air, and both Amosta and Dumbledore staggered back.

The air wave swept through the room, and the dilapidated old house, which could not withstand the slightest disturbance, began to shake after a brief moment of silence.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh boom!
The outer wall collapsed, rafters fell down one after another, and the surging dust engulfed the figures of Amosta and Dumbledore!

Weng--
Suddenly, a bright white light appeared under the dust in the sky, and the light quickly spread to cover the collapsed house.

Within the light, time began to flow backwards. Every brick, stone, blade of grass and tree in the house that was collapsed by the air wave flew back to their original positions. In just a blink of an eye, the old house of the Gaunt family was restored to its original state.

Amostas stood in the living room, looking grimly at the gradually expanding black spot on his left palm. He kept waving his magic wand with his right hand, and winding golden rays of light sank into it.

Dumbledore was stunned for a second, then his face changed drastically. He rushed forward in two steps, and his wand released a holy white light. (End of this chapter)