Thinking of that possibility, Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and his slender index finger kept tapping on the desk, making a dull sound.

Although he didn't want to believe it, his intellect clearly told him that Harry was probably one of the Horcruxes too!

Dumbledore sighed slowly, his face seemed to have aged a lot for a while, the magic in his body unconsciously escaped everywhere, and the surrounding space seemed a little depressing...

Soon, though, melodious singing sounded in the silent office.

Phoenix Fawkes, who was standing on his shoulder, had already noticed Dumbledore's charred palms, so he flapped his wings anxiously and flew quickly to the table, leaning his head over and blinking his eyes.

Tears slowly slipped down and dripped onto the charred skin...

The corrosive sound continued one after another, and a strange black qi escaped from the palm of the hand, and they shrank back as if they had been suppressed, but those scorched black marks showed no sign of disappearing.

Fox became more and more sad, and more tears dripped down, but to no avail.

"It's okay, Fawkes!" Dumbledore soothed the golden-red phoenix with his intact hand.

This situation had long been expected by him, and Voldemort's magic on this Horcrux was so extraordinary that it could not be removed by conventional means.

"Go tell Severus and bring him here, Fawkes!" Dumbledore suddenly spoke, he could only hope to start with potions and see if he could find a solution.

The golden-red phoenix nodded, and disappeared into a flame in the principal's office as quickly as possible.

It didn't take long for a flash of fire to explode in the clearing on the side, and the flames rapidly expanded into a human shape.

Then the flames subsided, and a black-robed Snape appeared in the headmaster's office.

To Dumbledore's surprise, Snape, who had been teleported, kept boiling potions, and there were still a few scratches on his clothes.

"You're in such a hurry to let this red-feathered bird come to me... What's going on? With a gloomy face, Snape threw the remnants of potions in his hand onto the table, asking dissatisfiedly.

He was brewing a very precious potion in the basement, but the phoenix suddenly appeared in front of him, and without asking, he dragged his clothes and forcibly teleported him.

Dumbledore didn't reply, just raised his charred palm...

"You're hurt?" Snape's pupils constricted.

"Yes, as you can see!" Dumbledore nodded.

Snape didn't care about the previous little episode for a while, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Dumbledore's arm, and looked at it carefully.

"How's the injury?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's hard, it's a very special kind of black magic, it can be made stronger by corrupting your magic, and it's hard to eradicate... I remember there was a potion that might have been useful, but at best it could contain it! Snape probed for a moment, then shook his head slowly.

"Enough!" Dumbledore took his hand back, which was better than he had expected. "Anyway, I'm sorry for you, Severus!"

Snape looked at him worriedly and then turned to leave, but Fawkes thought he was walking too slowly and gave him a ride.

About half an hour later, when Snape returned, he had an extra reagent cup in his hand, filled with a rich golden liquid.

"Do I need to drink it?" Dumbledore took the reagent and drank it down after confirming it with Snape.

After entering the mouth, the rich golden liquid turned into a warm current and spread throughout the body...

At the same time, Snape picked up Dumbledore's charred palm, pressed his wand against it, and cast a spell, the black qi on his palm was gradually fading, and the abnormalities on his skin were slowly reduced.

"Thanks, your potions are useful, Severus! I feel so much better! Dumbledore felt some of his physical condition and said appreciatively.

"That's just your delusion—" Snape's face was cold, and he didn't mean to comfort the centenarian in the slightest.

"I've only suppressed the effect of this black magic for the time being, it's only going to get stronger day by day, and in about a year it will come back again, and we won't have anything to do to limit it!"

Dumbledore listened to Snape's warning, but didn't react, he was staring at the charred palm as if he were looking at something interesting.

Dumbledore's indifferent attitude discouraged Snape, who hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

"How the hell did you get into?"

He couldn't imagine anyone in the wizarding world today who could hurt Dumbledore and have the ability to leave such powerful dark magic on his hands.

Dumbledore pointed directly to the few items on the table.

Snape looked down and saw a diary, a tiara, and a ring on his desk.

He was very familiar with the diary and the tiara, which were the two Horcruxes that were destroyed by Ivan Hals last semester, and the extra rings were easy to guess.

"This ring is the Dark Lord's third Horcrux? Is it that it hurts you? Snape could see at a glance that the ring had been subjected to powerful black magic, and it should have been triggered.

"You can tell it's under a spell, so why touch it?" Snape looked at Dumbledore angrily.

"This Horcrux was hidden by Tom in the Gaunt's old mansion, and an ancient magic was cast on it, which could arouse people's obsessions, and it would be triggered when someone found the ring... What a wonderful setting! Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh that Tom had given him a big surprise this time.

The heavier the obsession, the easier it is to be tricked...

He couldn't refuse to see Angelina again, not to mention that the pursuit of the Trihallows of Death was a pact he had made with his best friend...

So Tom used the power of the Resurrection Stone to set a trap, and he really caught his weakness by accident.

At the same time, Dumbledore was also very glad that Tom did not find a random place to bury the Horcrux in the soil, or throw it into a stream and follow the flow, but chose a specific place like the carrier of the Horcrux, otherwise he would really be blind.

Snape looked at Dumbledore, who still had the leisure to praise the Dark Lord, his heart was anxious and angry, his eyes swept over the three Horcruxes, and said sarcastically.

"A twelve- or thirteen-year-old can destroy two Horcruxes unscathed, and you die with this ring, and it seems that the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world is no more than that..."

(PS: Thank you very much for the one million starting coins from the silver alliance leader dsf23dd!) Angel was very excited, he never thought that this book would have such a large reward! Add more today! ）