Chapter 1232 Danger
An irregular black round scar attached to the palm of Amosita like a maggot, with wisps of smelly white smoke rising from the scar!
Amosta's palms were shaking. He could feel that this troublesome scar was sucking his vitality and was expanding all the time!
After the house was restored to its original state, the alchemist's ring still lay quietly in the drawer.
The open drawer was like the bloody mouth of a hideous monster, emitting a terrifying weird laugh.
Amosta's magic tried its best to curb the expansion of the scar, while the curse light released from the tip of Dumbledore's wand moisturized Ammosta's hand, which was showing signs of withering.
stab-
The scorching magic power and the cold curse contended with each other, making a sound like drops of water falling onto a red-hot iron plate!
Veins popped out on Amosta's forehead, his temples were wet with sweat, and the pain brought by the three powerful forces poured into his body was no less than being hit by a Cruciatus Curse!
The crowns of the huge trees covering the dilapidated old house swayed in the night wind, casting bizarre shadows on the walls and the ground.
Dumbledore's face was pale, his tall, thin body was shaking, and fear and regret made his blue eyes dim.
No!
Only half a minute had passed, and the cursed Amosta realized that if he continued like this, even if he could survive, he would certainly lose his left arm.
"Stand back a little--"
Amostas, sweating profusely, stared at the palm of his hand, which was like a pool of black scar dripping into a pool of clear water, eager to spread itself, and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth.
"Amosta, I."
Dumbledore's lips moved, and his old face showed an expression of confusion that Amosta had never seen before, like a Muggle-born child seeing the magnificent world of magic for the first time!
"Step aside--"
Sweat dripped down Amosta's cheeks. He gasped and said,
"There is a way. It's worth a try, but I'm still unfamiliar with your presence and it will interfere."
A struggle flashed across Dumbledore's face. He seemed to want to say something, but only uttered a few weak, hoarse gasps.
The holy white light on the tip of his palm quickly faded, and after a bang, Dumbledore disappeared from the house and appeared outside.
The interference has gone, Amosita's brows are tightly knitted, and a gleam of light flashes in his brown pupils that have lost their purple color!
In an instant, a reddish light rolled back from Amostas's thin body to the world, and in this light, there were dozens of golden light spots like stars!
The red world stopped spreading after covering the entire house. Then, the golden spots of light embedded in the void began to flicker at an inexplicable frequency!
Dumbledore outside the old house stared blankly at the red halo covering Amosta, and a subtle change of expression appeared on his bloodless old face.
Amosta was still standing in front of him, but in his senses, the young man affected by his stupid behavior seemed to be in another world. Moreover, in the light, he could not feel the existence of magic.
The magic power flowing in the natural environment is also blocked by the red light!
Dozens of golden stars flickered continuously, and with Dumbledore's keen eyesight, he could see that the flickering frequencies of these stars were not consistent, but they echoed each other and formed a wonderful
Dumbledore's silver hair danced in the night wind, and a word naturally jumped into his mind.
field!
What a wonderful area!
With just a few glances, Dumbledore, with his profound magical knowledge and vision, was able to see through the essence of it.
The white smoke rising from Amosta's palm dissipated, replaced by a wisp of ominous black mist. It wasn't just his palm that changed, but also -
The ring lying in the drawer was also emitting black smoke. And it was even thicker!
The rising black mist gathered in mid-air to form a distorted, terrifying human face. It seemed to be in great pain all the time. The edges of the face were twisting violently and evaporating. The sound of the air vibrating at an extremely high frequency replaced the shrill howls!
But in the end, the hideous face disappeared, including the scar on Amosita's palm.
The golden stars twinkling in the void disappeared one by one, and finally, darkness dominated the earth again.
A few jackdaws flapped their wings and took off, disturbing the silence of the night. Amosta's shoulders shrugged, he stood up, swayed a few times and then stood firm.
Solved.
Looking at his left hand that had recovered as before, Amosita's throbbing heart gradually calmed down.
Fortunately, he used magic to buffer the situation. If he had come into direct contact with this overbearing curse, the violent impact might have temporarily deprived him of consciousness, and by the time he woke up to deal with it, it might have been too late.
Amosta and Dumbledore looked at each other through the half-collapsed door, both of them with pale faces.
Dumbledore's lips trembled, not knowing how to explain.
Staring into Dumbledore's guilty eyes, Amosita felt more sympathy than anger.
His eyes flickered a few times, and Amosita looked at the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand.
"That's the Elder Wand, isn't it?"
After a brief silence, Dumbledore nodded, then he took two steps forward to the small open space not occupied by nettles, slowly sat down on a stone on the exposed ground, and covered his face with his hands.
In the desolate mountain forest, under the dim moon, I sit on the stone, feeling helpless like a child who has lost his way.
Amosta moved his lips but was speechless.
He turned his head, walked slowly to the drawer, and examined the ring inside.
The magic that protected it had been stripped away by him, and the fragment of soul hidden in the ring had been destroyed. Now, the ring was safe.
Amosta reached out and pinched the cold setting of the ring, examining the irregular black stone in the dim light.
One of the three Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone, which is said to be able to resurrect the dead!
Even Amosta's eyes were confused for a moment, but then they regained clarity.
Amosta pinched the ring setting and slowly turned the ring, carefully looking at the black stone inlaid on it.
Just like a black hole, Amosta could not penetrate its secrets, nor could he find any magical patterns that should be on any alchemical item. It seemed as if this was just a stone that could be found everywhere on the roadside.
From another world.
Ravenclaw's cold voice rang in Amosita's mind.
After a long time, Amosta lowered his arm, turned around and walked out the door. He stepped over the threshold and stood in front of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore still sat on the cold stone, shielding his face with his hands.
"The ring is safe now—"
Amosta whispered.
The palm slowly fell, and Dumbledore's tear-stained and weather-beaten face came into Amosita's eyes.
"Almost a century has passed, and I have made no progress since then."
Dumbledore blew his nose heavily and said sadly. (End of this chapter)
