"Tris, you're too nervous." Sirius paused, then chuckled. "I already tried it just now."
He reached out to touch the Ring again as he continued, "Just as Dumbledore said, Voldemort was still very inexperienced back then. Talented as he was..."
"Wait!" Tris stepped forward again to stop this reckless lion. "What if that's exactly what Voldemort wanted you to think?" he asked seriously.
"Huh?" Sirius froze.
Remus's expression grew cautious too. "Tris might have a point."
"He certainly does. We were careless." Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "No amount of caution is excessive when dealing with Voldemort. And on closer inspection, there are indeed two distinct kinds of malice on it."
As he spoke, Dumbledore flicked a finger. A mist of white light appeared out of thin air, forming a glowing hand.
Oh?
Tris's eyes lit up. Voldemort had used something like this in the films, creating a magical hand for Peter after he sacrificed flesh and blood to resurrect him.
He did not know whether it was the same spell, but had Dumbledore just pulled off something similar?
The glowing hand slipped a finger through the Ring. In the next instant, a powerful surge of dark magic erupted. The hand shattered instantly, and the Ring fell to the floor.
Everyone present, including Tris, sucked in a sharp breath.
What a vicious spell.
The Ring appeared completely harmless. Even touching it normally provoked no reaction. But the moment someone put it on, it would trigger terrifying dark magic.
Its initially harmless appearance lulled people into lowering their guard. Once they wore it, getting it off again would not be so easy, and they would most likely be struck by that terrible dark magic.
Only Tris knew that this was exactly what had happened to Dumbledore in the original story. Even with his