"Horcruxes. You knew, even before I shared that information with you" I pin Albus down with my eyes as I tell him what I know. "It took me a while to figure out, but then I’m only a student. I don’t have over fifty years of experience in the Wizarding World, so I think I did it quite fast. Harry once told me, a version of a younger Tom Riddle stepped out of the diary, as if he was hidden inside it. This ring has a pulse to it, a feeling of darkness, but you already knew that. Tom wore this ring when he went to school here, a family heirloom from his Mother, the powerful Gaunt family, descendants from Salazar Slytherin. You searched for it, found it and for some reason you tried it on. I have my theories why you did, but that is not useful for the Order, so I won’t share that. We both know Tom," I smile sarcastically. "The ring was cursed and that is happening to your fingers, spreading to your hand and slowly towards your heart. You’re dying and my Father is keeping you alive longer. I could smell the potions during the meals, it only took a few days to figure out most ingredients and narrow down the possible potions."