Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

The two stood in front of the dilapidated Gaunt old house.

After hearing Dumbledore's words, John stroked his chin and asked.

"Shouldn't we be able to get in using the Confusion Charm?"

"Of course, it's theoretically possible. As long as your Confusion Charm is strong enough to fool Voldemort's bloodline detection, you can come and go freely in and out of this old house, just like Voldemort."

Hearing this, John scratched his head. He wasn't really confident that his Confusion Charm could fool Voldemort's bloodline detection.

After all, he hadn't practiced the Confusion Charm much.

"Then, Principal, are you alright?"

"sure."

"..."

John looked at Dumbledore speechlessly, while Dumbledore winked at John.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"You didn't ask."

Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand, creating layers of invisible barriers around them.

John didn't feel anything special until Dumbledore gently pushed open the crooked oak door.

He then realized that the Confusion Spell had already taken effect.

As soon as John stepped into the yard, he felt suddenly cut off from the outside world, and the air became thick and heavy.

After exchanging a glance, the two walked forward slowly together.

Because of the Confusion Charm, all the defenses here ignored the two intruders.

Just as they reached the house, another soul within John suddenly responded.

[Right side inside the house]

John raised an eyebrow and then smiled at Dumbledore.

"I sensed it. Voldemort really did hide the Horcrux here. It's located on the right side of the room."

Dumbledore nodded, said nothing more, and pushed open the door.

A scene of desolation came into view.

Spiderwebs and rotten wood hung from the collapsed ceiling, and broken bricks were stuck diagonally into the sunken floor like a row of crooked teeth.

There wasn't even a mouse; thick dust covered everything.

[Beneath the ruins]

"Beneath those ruins."

John pointed directly to the right side of the house, to a collapsed pile of rubble.

Dumbledore also waved his wand at the opportune moment, clearing away the collapsed rubble.

Only one ring, radiating an eerie light, lay there unmoved.

John and Dumbledore's eyes lit up when they saw the ring.

Unlike John, who was overjoyed to discover a Horcrux, Dumbledore stared blankly at the black gem on the ring.

"This is the fourth one. It was definitely worth the trip."

John said with a smile.

Dumbledore nodded, then walked over to the ring, knelt down, and picked it up.

"The Gaunt family ring...the resurrection stone..."

"What stone?"

John, who was standing nearby, heard Dumbledore talking to himself and asked curiously.

"The Resurrection Stone, a stone that can bring the dead back to life—one of the legendary three holy relics of the Grim Reaper."

Dumbledore picked up the ring and showed it to John.

The ring is set with a black gemstone.

"Resurrection? The Three Holy Relics of Death?"

John paused, taken aback upon hearing those two words.

I think I've heard this term somewhere before; it's from the last story in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"—the legend of the three brothers.

When John first went to Diagon Alley, he bought a book out of curiosity about what fairy tales in the wizarding world were like.

The legend of these three brothers is the most interesting of them all.

But isn't that a fairy tale?

And is there really such a supernatural thing as bringing the dead back to life?

Seemingly noticing John's surprise, Dumbledore shook his head and explained.

"It's not a true resurrection, but rather allowing the soul of the deceased to return to your side..."

"Huh? A summoning of spirits?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's explanation, John, who had just been incredibly surprised, was speechless once again.

It turns out it was just a summoning of spirits; I thought it could actually bring people back to life...

John immediately lost interest.

However, Dumbledore didn't think so...

"...Even just a soul would be enough..."

Dumbledore's tone suddenly became heavy and slow, as if every syllable was imbued with years of regret and lingering pain.

As you can see, Dumbledore's finger is already hovering over the ring, as if he's about to try it on.

Don't touch it!

At that moment, another soul within John's body suddenly emitted a sharp alarm.

John was taken aback.

No, I didn't touch it!

Although he did want to go and touch the Horcrux, to scare his other soul.

But he hasn't put this into practice yet!

Don't wear it!

However, before John could refute the soul within him, another urgent warning came.

John then suddenly realized that the other soul inside him didn't seem to be talking about him.

It was referring to Dumbledore.

John had no time to think; just before Dumbledore's finger was about to slip the ring onto his finger.

He suddenly grabbed Dumbledore's wrist, and with his other hand, he swiftly pressed down on the ring.

Each time he touches a Horcrux, his other soul feels a shiver of fear and terror.

But this time, there was no fear. Although there was still horror, after the horror came a kind of resolute determination, like burning one's boats.

John pried Dumbledore's hands off, stopping him from putting on the ring.

He also slapped the ring onto the ground.

"Principal! Don't wear it!"

John shouted anxiously.

Dumbledore was also slightly startled by John's sudden action, and then his blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles suddenly became sharp as knives.

It wasn't anger, but rather a sudden awakening and scrutiny.

"I'm sorry... John, I made you worry."

Dumbledore finally spoke slowly, his eyes regaining their clarity, and said sincerely.

He realized he had acted too impulsively.

Voldemort's Horcruxes will surely be cursed, just as his diary can bewitch people and his crown can distort their thoughts.

There must be some kind of curse on this ring.

As long as someone like him, longing to reunite with the deceased, cannot resist the temptation to wear it.

You will be harmed by the curse in the ring.

"It seems that bringing you along was really the right thing to do. Thanks to you, otherwise I don't know if the curse on this ring would have taken my life."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, picked up the ring again, but did not touch it directly.

Instead, he took out a box and put the ring inside.

"Yes, otherwise it would be a real joke if our greatest wizard of this century were killed by Voldemort."

John shrugged and said.

"Actually, it was another soul within me that suddenly warned me to stop you from wearing the ring."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, even Dumbledore was slightly taken aback.

"Can the soul within you still sense the curse on the Horcrux?"

"I don't know..."

Wearing it... will... harm your soul...

John had only spoken half a sentence when the voice of another soul within him sounded again.

However, this time he seemed a bit weak.

"It says that wearing it will harm the soul, and perhaps it can only sense it because it harms the soul..."

"I see... Thank you, child."

Dumbledore nodded in realization, then spoke gently to John—no, to the other soul within John…

To be honest, it's a strange feeling. You're talking to yourself, but the person you're talking to isn't yourself.

However, if you think about it another way, he's like Naruto with the Nine-Tails inside him, able to talk to the Nine-Tails and even occasionally borrow some of its power.

Others can also talk to Kurama, and then have Naruto act as Kurama's mouth to help convey Kurama's meaning.

Let's just leave it at that for now.

After all, he didn't have any other options.