Dumbledore stood up and gave Morris a look.
Morris understood immediately, walked over, and reached out to grab Dumbledore's arm.
Apparition.
After landing, Morris quickly looked around.
It looked like a small Muggle village, with no streetlights, just a few low houses with faint lights shining from their windows.
Dumbledore's target was clearly not a particular family in the village.
He led Morris along a dirt road and soon they came to the foot of a steep hillside.
"We need to get over there." Dumbledore looked up at the hillside, where there was no road specifically built for carriages or cars.
Wizards naturally have their own methods.
"Etc."
Morris took two Phantom Broomsticks from his pocket, which was enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, and tossed one of them to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore caught the broom, stepped onto it, pushed off the ground, and immediately flew into the night sky.
His agile movements were nothing like those of a man over a hundred years old.
Morris also quickly took off, following closely behind Dumbledore.
Dumbledore flew at a leisurely pace, keeping the light below him, as if searching for something—presumably the " Gaunt family's old house" he had just mentioned.
After flying for about ten minutes, they arrived over a valley filled with dense trees.
It's difficult to see the ground clearly in the dark, but Dumbledore seemed to have night vision and quickly locked onto his target.
He descended and flew deeper into the valley, with Morris close behind.
Soon, the two landed in front of a dilapidated stone shack.
"This is our destination?" Morris asked, looking at Dumbledore casting the Lumos Charm. " The Horcrux are here? And what does this place have to do with Voldemort?"
" Voldemort's mother was named Merope Gaunt," Dumbledore explained as they walked forward. " The Gaunt family are Pure-blood descendants of Salazar Slytherin, a line Voldemort has always been proud of. He might very well have kept something important of his here. Of course, this speculation isn't necessarily correct, and we're here today to verify it."
Morris nodded, indicating that he understood.
However, he still had some questions – why bring him along?
Couldn't Dumbledore come alone?
The two arrived at the stone hut.
The building in front of us can now be described as a "ruin".
Most of the walls and roof had collapsed, a piece of the wooden door was missing, and only a few rusty iron nails remained. There were also some animal bones scattered on the ground—probably snake bones.
Dumbledore's foot stepped on the snake bone, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.
The two entered the house, where the light from the wand illuminated a broken table and a collapsed fireplace in the center. The air was thick with a damp, musty smell, and the floor was littered with broken glass, tattered cloth, and cracked stones.
"What should we do next?" Morris asked.
"Find it." Dumbledore said succinctly, walked to the corner of the wall, raised his wand, and began to carefully examine the wall.
Seeing this, Morris didn't know what expression to make.
Are we just going to search like this?
With a hint of helplessness, he walked to the other fireplace and raised his wand as well.
Never mind, let's leave it at that.
Coincidentally, his Mental Power is extremely powerful, which gives him a real advantage in finding magical items.
During the search, the two chatted casually about Horcrux.
Morris scanned the cracks in the fireplace with his Mental Power and suddenly asked, "Professor, did you come here to look for Horcrux based solely on your own speculation?"
Dumbledore crouched in the corner and said, " Professor Trelawney also gave me a clue."
" Professor Trelawney made another Prophecy?" Morris turned and glanced at him.
"That's right." Dumbledore stood up and walked to another wall. "Recently, Trelawney's Prophecy have been particularly frequent... much more active than before. I'm even a little worried about her. Someone once told me that this ability can go berserk and cause serious harm to the user."
"So what caused the outburst?" Morris asked again.
"I don't know," Dumbledore replied.
"Then let's ask a professional," Morris said casually. "For example, Grindelwald, isn't he a Seer? Maybe he has experience."
When it comes to Prophecy, the first person he thinks of is Grindelwald.
Dumbledore did not answer, but focused on sweeping his wand across the cracks in the stone wall.
Morris waited a few seconds, and seeing that he still didn't intend to speak, he stopped asking and continued to probe the cracks in the floor with his Mental Power.
Just then, he sensed something was wrong.
"I think I've found it," Morris said, turning to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore immediately came over from the corner and knelt down beside him.
Morris gently waved his wand.
The floorboards split open, and a small object flew out and landed on the ground.
It was a large, bulky-looking gold ring, with a rectangular black stone set in it.
" Lumos."
When the light shone on the stone, Morris was surprised to find a mark that he recognized very well.
" Resurrection Stone."
"Dumbledore said softly, his eyes somewhat unfocused."
Indeed, the stone is engraved with the coat of arms of the Peverell family, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
" Voldemort turned the Resurrection Stone into Horcrux?" Morris asked instinctively.
It's a very creative approach, but also very wasteful.
Voldemort believed that only a precious vessel could contain his soul.
After Dumbledore answered, he stared intently at the ring and slowly reached out his hand towards it.
"Don't rush, Professor."
Morris held his wand horizontally in front of Dumbledore, blocking his outstretched hand.
But Dumbledore seemed not to hear, saying nothing, and brushed aside Morris's wand.
This action is clearly not normal.
" Aguamenti!"
A large stream of water gushed from Morris's wand, drenching Dumbledore.
Water dripped down his beard, splashing onto the floor.
Dumbledore blinked sharply, as if suddenly waking up, and looked at Morris.
"Thank you," he said softly, quickly understanding the situation.
"A basic mistake." Morris shrugged, not really bothered.
This ring is cursed; it will not only harm those who touch it, but also slightly affect their minds.
Dumbledore was clearly influenced.
"It must be destroyed."
Dumbledore, soaking wet and looking quite disheveled, sat down by the wall not far away, leaning against the cracked stone wall and looking at Morris.
"Uh..." Morris, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you going to do it yourself?"