Irregular black scars clung to Amosta's palm like maggots burrowing into bone, wisps of foul-smelling white smoke rising from them!
Amosta's hand trembled. He could feel the stubborn scars draining his vitality, constantly expanding on their own!
After the house had been restored to its original state, the alchemist's ring still lay quietly in the drawer.
The open drawer was like the bloodied maw of a ferocious beast, letting out a terrifying, mocking laugh.
Amosta's magic desperately restrained the spreading scars, while the spell light from Dumbledore's wand tip nourished Amosta's hand, which showed signs of withering.
Sizzle—
The scorching magic and the icy curse clashed, sounding like droplets of water falling onto a red-hot iron plate!
Veins bulged on Amosta's forehead, and sweat soaked his temples. The pain inflicted by three powerful forces pouring into his body was no less than being struck by a Cruciatus Curse!
The canopy of the great tree covering the dilapidated old house swayed in the night wind, casting bizarre, shifting shadows across the walls and ground.
Dumbledore's face was deathly pale. His tall, gaunt body trembled without pause, and fear and regret had dimmed his sapphire-blue eyes.
No!
Only half a minute had passed, but the cursed Amosta had already realized that if this continued, even if he survived, he would surely lose his left arm.
"Move farther away—"
Drenched in sweat, Amosta stared fixedly at the black scar in his palm, like a blot of ink desperately spreading through a pool of clear water, and forced the words through clenched teeth.
"Amosta, I..."
Dumbledore's lips moved. His aged face bore a helpless bewilderment Amosta had never seen before, like a Muggle-born child seeing the magnificent magical world for the first time!
"Move aside—"
Large drops of sweat fell from Amosta's cheeks as