Dumbledore lowered the Elder Wand with a rather helpless expression.
Vincent took the Resurrection Stone floating in mid-air into his hand.
It feels cold and a bit rough to the touch, just like a stone picked up from the riverbank.
One minute passed, then two minutes passed.
I shook the Resurrection Stone in my hand, but there was still no reaction.
"Hmm—did it break?"
Dumbledore frowned, his expression not looking good.
After all, it's a legendary magical item; it can't be broken after just a few drops.
The fact that Vincent didn't react only shows that the Resurrection Stone isn't as powerful as people thought.
Thinking about it seriously, resurrecting the dead is just too outrageous.
"Professor, would you like to give it a try?"
The Dumbledore touched the Resurrection Stone, his calm gaze vanished.
"Ariana ..." he murmured softly, slowly extending his other hand to gently caress the air in front of him.
Vincent turned and stared blankly at Harry.
Dumbledore's state was likely due to some kind of hallucination, caused by the Resurrection Stone.
"Professor—Professor—"
Dumbledore, his eyes red-rimmed, regained his senses and looked down intently at the Resurrection Stone in his hand.
"Sigh—" he sighed deeply, "It cannot truly resurrect the dead."
It summons a mysterious substance visible only to the holder, creating one or more illusions far more real than memory itself.
Vincent looked like he knew it.
The Resurrection Stone had no effect on him because of his passive defense as a natural master of Occlumency.
Without access to memories, illusions cannot be created.
Similar to the function of the Mirror of Erised, even the most realistic images are nothing more than false illusions.
Harry lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Professor, I would like to see my parents."
Dumbledore handed him the Resurrection Stone, Vincent, understanding the situation, quietly took the Magical Automaton and headed out the door.
Even if it's a false illusion, it's still very tempting to most people.
He was grateful that he was a natural master of Occlumency, which allowed him to avoid falling into depravity and depravity as much as possible.
Dumbledore stood beside him. "Vincent, you are the only one unaffected by the Resurrection Stone. I intend to entrust it to you for safekeeping."
Vincent looked surprised. "Professor, this thing is useless to me. I'd rather give it to Harry."
"The Resurrection Stone is a deadly poison to him, and to everyone else," Dumbledore said with a self-deprecating smile. "Including me, of course."
Immersing oneself in the false illusions of the deceased will only eventually evolve into a deep dependence.
What a sad thing this is.
Vincent solemnly agreed, "I will keep it safe."
Dumbledore looked up into the distance. "Since the Resurrection Stone cannot resurrect the dead, the legend that collecting Deathly Hallows will make one the master of Death is probably false."
Why would Death need to find a master? Just because he's bored?
Therefore, the true creators of the Deathly Hallows should be their first owners, the Peverell Brothers.
The eldest, Antioch, sought power and created the Elder Wand to enhance the power of spells, but was ultimately killed by others who also sought power.
The second son, Cadmus, was so consumed by his longing for his deceased wife that the Resurrection Stone was created, but the false illusions tormented him to the point that he committed suicide.
The third son, Ignotus, was very clever; he created a permanently effective Invisibility Cloak and lived a peaceful life.
The so-called Grim Reaper in legends is actually just people's fear of death.
Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from the distance. "Death is but another great adventure."
Vincent nodded subconsciously, inwardly agreeing with the statement.
Without death, he would not have traveled to this world and embarked on a great adventure.
"Professor, don't you want to go in and check on Harry?"
"They must have a lot to say, and I hope Harry will take the initiative to come out."
Vincent glanced at his watch.
It's 7:30, time for dinner.
He pulled out various kitchen utensils and ingredients from the small metal cube. "Professor, shall we eat while we wait?"
Dumbledore said meaningfully, "You are as well-prepared as ever."
"Of course." Vincent Fire-Making Spell on the bottom of the giant frying pan floating in front of him. "Eating on time is essential for good health."
These words carried particular weight coming from him.
Dumbledore blue eyes swept over him, as if he had some new idea.
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine, and when he turned around, he saw only a kind face full of wrinkles.
Old man Dumbledore might be able to fool Harry, but could he fool him?
Dinner is the priority now; there's no time to worry about what kind of tricks he's up to.
The beef chunks are tossed around in the pan, and the rich sauce is evenly spread over them.
Cover and simmer for 10 minutes, and a simple stewed beef dish is ready.
Eating only meat is not good for digestion. Cut the washed vegetables into smaller pieces and mix them with mayonnaise to stimulate appetite and aid digestion.
Dumbledore nodded silently.
Although most of it was done with magic, the cooking skills were clearly better than expected.
Vincent wasn't stingy, and generously invited him to sit down and enjoy the meal together.
The stewed beef was cooked to perfection, and every bite was bursting with rich sauce.
The vegetables mixed with mayonnaise can help cut through the richness.
After dinner, Harry still didn't leave Gaunt Family Home.
It's been almost two hours, and Dumbledore is quite patient.
Vincent had nothing better to do, he decided to take out the alchemical Magical Automaton he had just made.
The black mark on the fingertip remained, seemingly having no effect on the Magical Automaton.
"Professor, does this curse only affect the human body?"
I think so.
Unfortunately Dumbledore's research on Dark Magic and curses was not as deep as Voldemort's, and Grindelwald's Spellbook was in a suitcase under his bed in his dormitory.
Vincent suddenly had a brilliant idea. "Professor, if I touch a living person with this finger of the Magical Automaton, will the curse be completely transferred?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Strictly speaking, most curses are targeted and do not transfer randomly, but alchemical Magical Automaton are not truly living things."
He then nodded, "I think Tom didn't consider this when he set up the curse, so the conditions for activating the curse weren't set too complicated."
Simply put, when Voldemort laid down the curse, he didn't expect that the Magical Automaton was an alchemical creation made based on the human body's structure.
But the Magical Automaton is not a living thing after all, so the curse can only remain on the fingertips and cannot be truly activated.
So the curse on the Resurrection Stone was coincidentally transferred, but whether it can be transferred to a living person remains to be verified.
Vincent lowered his head in thought, his eyes growing brighter.
Most curses only target the living, but alchemical Magical Automaton are not living beings.
For wizards exploring ancient ruins, the most deadly dangers are often the unseen ones.
Life is priceless. If an alchemical Magical Automaton pave the way for them, they would be willing to pay any price, no matter how high.