A broken castle is easy to repair, but even magic can't bring the dead back to life when it's also ravaged.

Huge pits can be seen everywhere in the Forbidden Forest, all the insects and birds that lived in them have lost their traces, the trees have fallen and the ground has been turned up, and large pieces of land are still connected with green grass, and the only grass is verdant and pitiful.

It can be seen that the battle situation of going to the west and central part of the Forbidden Forest to destroy the gates of hell at that time was not as easy as Blake said when he returned home.

The movement of the Horcruxes after the destruction was not light, and Dumbledore didn't want his office to be messed up by Voldemort's soul fragments, so after Roger took the locket and crown, he simply led him to the heart of the Forbidden Forest... Where the Gates of Hell were originally located.

Originally taller than the hundred-year-old tree, the black stone tablet that can be seen at the Quidditch pitch has disappeared without a trace, leaving only the huge crater in the center that looks like it has been hit by a meteorite.

Roger looked around with his teeth in his teeth, and finally gave up this meaningless action, raised his head and said, "I can't even see a small finger-sized black stone around here... Why, the Ministry of Magic still wants to bring that thing back to the Ministry and assemble it?"

"Seeing the power of the Gates of Hell, I and the Ministries agreed that it was extremely irresponsible to leave the fragments in the school," Dumbledore said calmly, looking at the pit in the ground, "So while repairing the castle, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters brought all the suspicious objects in the vicinity back to the Ministry of Magic and sealed them. ”

"Sealed? not even destroyed... Are you waiting to be stolen out and jeopardize world peace?" said Roger with a sarcastic look.

"The Ministry of Magic isn't as bad as you think. Dumbledore said, "I took a tough stance and left Voldemort behind, and in exchange, the Ministry of Magic will definitely take the Hellgate Fragment away." ”

"And I'm sure that after the Ministry of Magic attack last year, the Ministry's vigilance has increased by more than a notch. With that, Dumbledore held the box in one hand, and slid sideways from the edge of the huge pit to the bottom of the pit in a posture very rare for his age.

It could be seen that Snape's potions worked quite well, and the old man could not see at all that he was tired of being a dog after the battle with Achedena Grass Snake.

"It's good to make that group of corpses vegetarian government and government staff more attentive, I heard that many people in the ministry can't even put a decent iron armor spell, which is really a shame for the wizarding world. Roger casually imitated the movements of old Deng, sliding from the edge to the bottom of the pothole.

The crater wasn't the kind of inverted cone-shaped row, with a large flat patch of earth at the bottom, and Roger suspected that this was the place where the gates of hell grew out of thin air.

Dumbledore bent down and placed the wooden box in the center of the crater, then retreated a few steps back before drawing his wand from his waist and pointing at the wooden box.

The clasp snapped open, and the lid of the box snapped up, revealing the Horcruxes that Voldemort had planned to hide in various hidden locations.

"You don't need my help to do this kind of thing, do you?" said Roger, cloaking his hand and looking like he didn't care about himself, "My wand is completely shattered, and I don't have a good wand right now." ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, just nodded, and then waved his wand with a loud movement, and the characteristic dark red flames of the Flame Charm gushed out from the tip of the wand, snaking like a snake to quickly approach the Horcruxes, and wrap them around the wooden box.

The fire burned, and the wooden box containing the Horcrux was burned into black charcoal, turning into flying ash and scattering into the air with the movement of the flames. But the Horcrux seemed to be unharmed, as if the spell didn't work.

But then a painful murmur came from the flames. Roger saw the black diary begin to roll up, and the white paper with only the date on it began to turn yellow and dry.

Then there was a few crisp 'clicks' of glass cracking, cracks in the clear crystal lid of the Slytherin locket, and an indescribable murmur suddenly became louder.

Roger immediately sensed an unknown feeling hovering through his mind... Those are antiques, it's a pity to burn them all... Do you want to make one as a souvenir?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Roger shook his whole body and immediately came to his senses.

"Bewitchment, inducement, or psychological suggestion?" he muttered, scratching his chin, "worthy of Voldemort's soul, even a fragment can lure people to protect it." ”

Dumbledore, who controlled the Horcrux Destruction Charm, was not far from him, apparently hearing the boy's self-talk, and said with two hearts: "Voldemort has always been good at 'persuading' others, so I am not surprised that his Horcruxes have this ability. But this is only a struggle before it is destroyed, as long as you divert your attention from listening to the murmurs coming from it, you don't have to fear being bewitched by Horcruxes at all. ”

"Understood. Roger nodded, his eyes glancing to count the number of rubbles he had brought down.

Compared to Horcruxes made from living bodies, these utensils made of various sturdy materials obviously take more time to burn before they can be destroyed.

It wasn't until Roger had counted a total of 186 large and small pieces of rubble at his feet, and counted them according to the difference between large, medium and small, that an ominous scream suddenly sounded from the fire.

Roger looked up and saw a translucent, rather youthful face emerge from the completely charred journal, scrambling to break through the fiery package. However, as a powerful fire spell that can use the soul as fuel, it is because of this characteristic that it has resounded in the wizarding world.

However, as Voldemort's first work as a young man, the diary was inferior to other Horcruxes, becoming the first Horcrux to be destroyed by Dumbledore.

The rest were much stronger than the diary, and even though they were red and covered with cracks from the fire, there were still no soul fragments coming out of them. Roger glanced at it a few times, and suddenly felt that admiring the destruction of the Horcrux was not as attractive as the broken stone under his feet.

After counting back and forth several times, Roger had lined up the gravel under his feet in order of size. By the time the bunch was bored and ready to start naming each of them, the remaining four Horcruxes finally couldn't stand the burning of the fire spell and shattered one after another.

Soul fragments were squeezed out of them, revealing what Voldemort looked like when he made them. It seems that Darwin's theory of evolution has counteracted Voldemort, and the closer the time of Horcrux production is to the present, the more the ugly face of Lao Fu will resemble a snake.

Finally, after a while, four screeches of resentment rang out, soul fragments became the fuel for the flames to grow, and the instruments that carried them were all charred metal shards, leaving an irregular dot in the center of the pit.

"It's finally done," Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in a pleasant tone, "I have to admit, it was much easier than I thought. ”

Roger, who was crouching on the side and fiddling with the stones, stood up and glanced at the remnants of the Horcrux, flicked his hand over, and poked through the charred debris with the wand that originally belonged to Voldemort, and finally picked out a small object from it.

Roger pinched it up with two fingers, gently blowing away the dust and ash on it, feeling the warmth of the burning spell on it, and carefully examined it.

It was a small black stone, in the shape of two pyramids together, one of which was covered with cobweb-like cracks, but the central triangle of the stone was covered with a circle and finally a straight line through the sign was still clearly recognizable.

"It's okay, at least this good thing hasn't been burned...", throwing the resurrection stone one after another, Roger turned to Dumbledore: "Okay, you can go, there is nothing else of value in it." ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, just looked at the boy with a calm expression... and the Resurrection Stone in his hand. The old man had been searching for the Deathly Hallows for decades, and because the Resurrection Stone had been made into a Horcrux by Voldemort, he had been patient with the impulse in his heart.

Roger grinned, flicked his thumb, and flicked the stone, known as one of the Three Hallows of Death, towards Old Deng like a coin.

"This thing does not bring the dead to life, but only a substance that is more real than the soul and more illusory than the entity, and only those who use the resurrection stone can see the dead. So this thing is just a little thing that makes a fool of itself. The boy said.

Dumbledore reached out and grabbed the Resurrection Stone, spread his hand, and quietly looked at the small stone lying in the palm of his hand.

"Hallows, hallows vessels, a dream for the desperate, bait for the foolish. He muttered, "Actually, I'm no better than Voldemort, am I? the conqueror of death, the master of death." Oh, conquer death..."

"If you cry here, I'm going to throw up. Roger frowned and said with a tangled expression: "Who hasn't done a few things when they were young?" but seriously, smart people even make mistakes much more seriously than ordinary people..."

"Yes, intelligent and arrogant idiots, who make irreparable mistakes. Dumbledore raised his head, his bright blue eyes flashing sharply, "Since you know the Resurrection Stone, you should also know what the other two are." ”

"The cloak of invisibility that never expires and the invincible Elder Wand," Roger said, spreading his hands, "The Cloak of Invisibility is the one in Harry's hand, and the Elder Wand is in your hand, it's easy to guess." ”

"yes, yes, it's easy to guess," Dumbledore poked his eyes, then looked up and said bitterly, "However, after decades of searching for the Deathly Hallows, I finally possessed the most insignificant and featureless Elder Wand of them. I don't deserve to have all of them at the same time!"

"I'm sure you've guessed why I gave Harry the Cloak of Invisibility. It was something that belonged to Harry's dead parents. A few days before the accident, Jaime showed it to me. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I offered to borrow it and study it. ”

"At that time, I had long since given up on the dream of owning all the holy artifacts at the same time, but I couldn't resist it, and I couldn't help but take a closer look... This cloak of invisibility is unlike anything I've seen before, it's very old, and it's perfect in every way... Later, his father died, and I finally had two artifacts, completely my own!"

Dumbledore's tone became extremely painful, as if he wanted to vent the regret that had been weighing on his heart for years at this moment.

Roger pursed his lips, he didn't know what to say at all, he was good at scolding people, so forget it about comforting people... And he thinks Dumbledore seems to be the wrong person to vent to, and it has nothing to do with him...

So he waited, waiting for Dumbledore to speak first, but the old man seemed to be immersed in his own remorse, and remained silent for a long time.

Roger had no choice but to cough dryly twice, and forcibly interrupted: "Cough... What's the matter, it's not early, I have to rush back to do my homework... Why don't we talk another day? I'll go back and find a book on psychology to make up for it..."

"What? Yes, it's time for us to go back. Dumbledore was stunned by the boy's words, and then reacted, and said in a heavy tone, "Can the Resurrection Stone lend me a few days to study? ”

As he spoke, the old man clenched his fist with the resurrection stone tightly.

Roger had already begun to lean over and climb up the pit, and after hearing Dumbledore's words, he waved his hand hurriedly: "I've sent it to you, it's useless for me to ask for this thing." ”

He didn't want to stay with this old man for a moment, it was scary... The hundred-year-old glass cries his nose, what if one of them can't hold back and cries in his arms?

In this picture, Roger thinks about the cold air rising up his spine... It's not that we discriminate against homosexuals, it's just that people who don't have this tendency, and some of them can't stand the same sex burrowing into their arms... Especially this same sex is still an old man who can wear braids with a beard.

Dumbledore looked down at the resurrection stone that he was holding tightly in his hand, and smiled bitterly at himself: "Some people regard it as a treasure, and some people abandon it as if they were gone... Hallows..."

Roger crawled towards the outside of the pit without stopping, his movements out of shape and looking quite embarrassed. After climbing the pit, the creature resisted the desire to run away, and hung Dumbledore back to the castle from a distance.

It's also a shame that Lao Deng didn't have the heart to pay attention to this product, otherwise... Kindness... I guess nothing will happen...

Walking out of the forbidden forest, students from various colleges appeared on the lawn and the lake in twos and threes, and it was dusk, and it was a good time to take a walk after dinner and step on the glow.

Roger quietly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, with so many students here, it was unlikely that Lao Deng would lose control of his emotions anymore.