"Calm down, calm down. You'll be able to see them again soon," Dumbledore reassured himself, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in his heart.
At that moment, he recalled Albert's warning and realized that he had been far too hasty.
Even if there were no traces of magic left on the door before him, reaching out to touch it directly was hardly a wise choice. Besides, it was merely a wooden door, yet after such a long time, it had remained relatively well-preserved instead of completely rotting away. That alone was highly unusual.
Dumbledore murmured an incantation and lightly tapped the wooden door with his wand, but nothing happened.
"Am I being overly cautious?" Dumbledore muttered.
Still, he had no intention of touching it himself. Instead, he waved his wand and made the wooden door open on its own.
A ball of light flew from the tip of his wand and drifted directly into the pitch-black house ahead, illuminating its interior completely.
The house had long since been abandoned. Thick cobwebs covered the ceiling, and both the walls and roof had collapsed to varying degrees. One end of a rotten rafter had fallen down, giving the impression that the entire house might collapse at the slightest touch.
Dumbledore cautiously stepped inside and carefully examined the place, yet he found no traces of any magic.
The Horcrux wasn't here?
The old man turned his gaze back to the strange wooden door at the entrance. When he reached out with his Dragonhide Gloves to touch it, there was still no response.
After studying the door for a while and confirming that there were indeed no traces of Dark Magic upon it, he removed his gloves and reached out to touch it. It was as though a mysterious suction force spread from the wooden door,