Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

So, Ryan felt relieved at this moment.

Because he had realized that - although Voldemort did unexpectedly possess the conditions to complete the 'three-phase resurrection'.

But that's still too harsh.

The simplest question is that even when Voldemort was alive, he was no match for Dumbledore.

So how could he murder Dumbledore in his current situation? Was it because of his flat nose?

And after realizing Harry's specialness, Ryan and Dumbledore will definitely pay more attention to Harry.

He didn't think Voldemort had a chance of attacking Harry under these circumstances.

But just as Ryan was thinking about it, he saw Dumbledore walking towards the crucible.

He bent down and stroked the ground.

"?"

So Ryan also came over.

Then he saw it.

On a patch of ground near the crucible, some white objects were scattered.

They are almost completely mineralized and blend into the forest floor.

"...It's a human, Ryan."

Dumbledore said with interest, "I've been reading Muggle books recently, and one of them mentioned that in a humid environment, human bones will turn into crumbs and powder after a long time."

"...You read quite a wide variety of books."

"Oh, the significance of knowledge lies not in its complexity or simplicity, but in its value."

Dumbledore said softly.

He stroked the white debris on the ground. "Do you think this could be Tom? Perhaps he did intend to be resurrected in this way, but ultimately failed?"

The old wizard seemed to be joking.

"It really is."

But Ryan felt that with Voldemort's crazy behavior pattern, this kind of thing was really possible.

However, even so, we were joking.

But both Ryan and Dumbledore obviously kept this matter in mind.

And then...

"Come on, we have somewhere else to go."

Dumbledore suggested leaving.

"Going to Azkaban?"

Ryan said with a smile.

"No...still around here."

Dumbledore chuckled and grabbed Ryan's shoulder: "Don't bother Fawkes this time. He's about to die, and his strength isn't very good."

"Fuck!"

Then, accompanied by the explosion sound of Apparition.

He, Ryan, Friday and Fox disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, they appeared in another area.

This is still a forest - judging from the surrounding environment, it should not be far from Little Hangleton where the Riddle family cemetery is located.

And in front of Ryan, there was a wooden house.

The roof of the wooden house collapsed like an old man's hunched back, and moss and vines swallowed up half of the wall.

Its door panel was rotten, and nailed to the door was a dried-up dead snake specimen covered with spider webs.

On the right side of the door panel, a few letters can be vaguely seen - [Gaunt].

So Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He still remembered what Dumbledore had said just now - he mentioned a wizard named Morfin Gaunt and said that he might be Voldemort's uncle.

so...

"Is this Tom's home?"

Ryan guessed the answer.

"Oh, not really—Tom doesn't call any place home; he has no such concept in his head."

Dumbledore said softly, "To be precise, this is the old house of Tom's family... Let's go in and take a look."

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his finger casually.

Then the shabby wooden door opened with a teeth-grinding sound.

Dumbledore and Lion strode into the room.

And I have to say - the situation inside the house is even worse than it looks outside.

Cold dampness seeped from the walls, the floor was covered with moldy straw and rat skeletons, and the room contained only a rickety wooden table and a few chairs.

"You think there's something here?"

Ryan asked Dumbledore.

"Oh, yes—I thought Tom would leave something here..."

Dumbledore nodded.

But Ryan was a little puzzled: "But you just said that Voldemort has no sense of belonging to his family..."

He only said half of his words.

Because the next moment, he saw the whole house start to move violently.

The moldy straw let out a sharp, hateful roar, and it gathered into a huge scarecrow, waving its arms made of smelly rat skeletons to grab Ryan.

That arm was swirling with an unsettling black magical power.

"It's Tom's magic."

Ryan recognized the owner of the magic.

At the same time...the lame wooden table and chairs in the room suddenly stood up.

It became twisted and grotesque, extending disgusting tentacles towards Ryan, surrounded by strong traces of black magic.

"Ok."

So, Ryan shrugged: "It seems you are right."

Voldemort had obviously left something here, and these dark spells were his means of protecting that thing.

But unfortunately - when he set up these means, he certainly didn't think about who the guest coming here today would be.

They are not enemies that can be stopped by these small tricks.

so...

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Dumbledore and Ryan attacked at the same time.

The former just waved his fingers slightly.

Then the floor of the wooden house instantly turned into a huge wooden lion.

Its lion mane swayed, emitting powerful magic.

It easily knocked down the huge scarecrow and tore it into pieces with just three claws and two bites.

Ryan gently raised his foot and took a step forward.

Then, in Dumbledore's surprised eyes.

A silver, melodious light burst out from Ryan's body.

The attacking tables and chairs, as well as the dark magic tentacles wrapped around them, were shattered in an instant - they even turned directly into ashes and dissipated on the spot.

"The light of the guardian tree..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled. "It's magical."

He seemed to see through something and said in amazement.

"I only recently succeeded in controlling this power... These are some small achievements."

Ryan was very modest: "Your transformation is magical."

Like Dumbledore, he was also amazed - he could also see the uniqueness of Dumbledore's Transfiguration.

But at the same time, he was also a little puzzled: "But what is the purpose of transforming magic power into lion's mane? Doesn't it consume more of your magic power?"

"Oh, that's a secret."

Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.

This made Ryan seriously suspect that the old wizard did this just to make his magic look more impressive.

And in between talking.

The traces of dark magic left by Voldemort around were casually erased by the two.

Then they were able to see the hidden room at the innermost part of the room.

"Friday, Fox—you all stay outside, and if the situation changes, you lead us out by 'traveling a thousand miles a day.'"

Ryan and Dumbledore both made calm judgments at this moment.

There was no doubt that what Voldemort had hidden in this old house must be very important to him - that's why he set all kinds of traps.

Now, they were obviously approaching the real core of the old house.