In the cave, Harry was finally released from his petrified state. He climbed stiffly to his feet and went to Dumbledore's side to check on him.
Dumbledore had stopped shaking, but he lay powerless in the filth on the ground.
"Don't worry, Professor." Harry hurriedly cleaned Dumbledore up. Looking at Dumbledore's deathly pale face and exhausted state, his heart ached. He helped Dumbledore up. "We'll both get back. Lean on me."
"Harry, go see whether the Horcrux is still there first," Dumbledore said briefly from the ground. Those few words seemed to cost him a great deal of strength—after the poison he had drunk took effect, he had realized that Voldemort's trap had already been swapped out by someone. It was just that, since Harry had tried so hard to fulfill his promise to him... Dumbledore could hardly tell Harry the truth now.
"How strange. Those two Death Eaters actually didn't take Voldemort's Horcrux." Harry was about to reach into the crystal Stone Basin and fish out the Horcrux.
"Harry, don't touch it! Help me over. Let me do it." Dumbledore stopped him in a profound voice.
The white wizard's eyes flickered. Although those two people just now had been dressed as Death Eaters, they were definitely not Death Eaters. They had not cared about the Horcrux at all, and Tom would absolutely never casually tell his subordinates where he had hidden a Horcrux. Still, to be safe, Dumbledore spoke up to stop Harry.
Startled, Harry quickly pulled his hand back. He came over and began supporting his headmaster. When Dumbledore saw the huge puddle of mush on the ground, his face could not help burning. He smiled self-deprecatingly. "Sorry, Harry. I promise I will never eat almond cookie again..."
"Don't worry about it, Professor. I've seen similar situations several