Chapter 667 Gaunt's Old House

When Allen returned to the night of 1996 from 1066, he found himself standing outside the very old, dilapidated, and decayed stone archway in the Death Hall of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

In the chaotic room, Allen saw his mother sitting on the stone steps wiping tears at a glance, and Daisy who was half-embracing her mother, wiping her tears and comforting softly. Although he wanted to go forward to reunite with his family, but The person waiting for rescue inside the tattered curtain made him have no time to exchange greetings, and the figure disappeared immediately.

"Huh? Be alert, there are intruders!" Auror's surprised voice sounded, and then issued a warning, but Alan's figure disappeared in the next second. Not only him alone, but also several Aurors saw this situation from different angles.

A wizard who just appeared in front of the arch exudes a terrifying aura. His hooded head is slightly lowered and he cannot see his face clearly, but the skin under his silver hair is so pale that he doesn't look like a living person. The time was very short, so short that these Aurors thought they had an illusion, but they still saw clearly that a bone belt made of a devil skull in the shape of a skull with horns was tied around the man's waist, exuding the breath of hell. breath.

They quickly issued a warning, and the Aurors in the room took action one after another. Some quickly rushed towards the arch; some quickly gathered in front of Mrs. Harris and Daisy to protect them; some immediately tried to contact the Auror office , Report the situation here to the superior.

In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared. The others heard the warning and looked towards the arch, but found that there was nothing under the high arch, only the curtain fluttering gently, as if someone had just touched it.

A valley was presented in front of Allen at a glance. He saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton, set between two steep hills, with the church and cemetery clearly visible.

Allen, who only knew the approximate location of Gaunt's old house, apparated to Little Hangleton. He needed a local Muggle to guide the direction, and because the ring itself was cursed viciously by Voldemort, even if it was placed in the space storage compartment, it could absorb The soul in Voldemort's Horcrux, but that also needs to be touched by Allen himself.

In order to avoid more accidents and to be cautious, Allen needs someone to try on the Marvolo Gaunt ring with the resurrection stone for him. However, due to time constraints, Allen did not look for those heinous criminals, or people who committed the most heinous crimes. He caught a Muggle that he saw for the first time in Little Hangleton. It was a man of medium height. He was rather plump, fat, and well maintained, with his shaven, unkempt jaw and neck, heel-like, gradually extending into fat, quivering jelly-like cheeks—which made him His face looked a bit like Neville's pet.

Casting a curse on the man to glue his two lips together to prevent his screams like killing a pig, Allen performed Legilimency on the man with a flushed face, Immediately, he turned his gaze to the direction of Great Hangleton on the hillside opposite the valley.

In order to save time, Allen picked up the Muggle, and teleported to a location about four or five miles away from just now, which was in front of a very dilapidated big house.

The Muggle looked in horror at the only crooked, potholed, and rocky dirt road leading to the house in the village. He couldn't understand the situation at all. Why did this strange man who didn't know whether it was a man or a ghost bring him here? To be in such an unguarded place - it made the Muggle man clamp his thighs.

The house was half hidden among the tangle of trees, and although the sky was sparsely moonlit, the cool dark dense shadows of the old trees overhead cast all the light. The walls were covered with moss, and many of the roof tiles had fallen off, showing here and there the rafters within. Thick nettles grow around the house,

The tall nettles reached the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.

Allen petrified the huddled middle-aged man and threw it under a thick tree, then turned into a cloud of black mist, and quickly searched for the ring in Gaunt's old house. Although Voldemort arranged a lot of spells in Gaunt's old house to protect the resurrection stone, but the power he used was all black magic, curse, and death power, and Allen read the Nether scroll and After personally going to the underworld to see the god of death, he has a deeper theoretical understanding of these dark forces than the second-generation Dark Lord, so Alan, who has learned counterspelling, did not touch the magic traps he set up. So go straight in and find the location of the resurrection stone.

The branches swayed in the breeze, and a full moon peeked out from the thin clouds.

"Torn apart." After Allen's voice fell, the milky white camphorwood box fell apart, and an ugly black gemstone ring lay quietly on the white fine cashmere, with Peverell's crest engraved on the gemstone.

At this time, a voice hissed from the ring: "I see your heart, you are keen on power..." But before the seductive words were finished, Alan's figure disappeared in a flash. The ring let out a sigh of annoyance, and returned to its dark appearance.

A face flashed out in the darkness, and the overlapping branches and leaves on top of his head were like a demon with claws and claws, which made the Muggle lying motionless on the ground widen his eyes in horror.

"Mr. Alex Cracknell, I'm sorry." Allen said to the Muggle who was thrown under the tree root.

"Hmm..." Alex heard his own voice, he moved his fingers, and found that he could control his body again, but then he floated in the air and flew uncontrollably with Alan .

"What are you going to do?" Alex looked at Alan's figure, his back felt chills, and his whole body was shaking non-stop, and he didn't even think of covering it up.

But Allen, who was in a hurry, was not in the mood to answer his words.

Alex was thrown directly in front of the ring. Beads of sweat appeared on his lips, his throat was dry, and he looked at the ring as if he saw a ghost. "Don't be afraid..." The hissing voice sounded again, but before he could play a role to lure the Muggle in front of him to put it on his hand, it flew into the air, and the Muggle's hand seemed to be held by an invisible force. Involved, he stretched forward stiffly, and the ring was directly put on his thick finger.

In an instant, the Muggle's face showed an expression of enjoyment and satisfaction, but Allen saw the black air quickly spread along his hand, burning and corroding his skin. He trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and every muscle They were all tensed, and the veins in his temples were throbbing one by one, but the expression on his face was one of incomparable enjoyment and indulgence.

"A powerful curse." Allen judged the power contained in it. No matter how talented and hardworking Voldemort was born as a half-blood orphan, the dark knowledge he can come into contact with obviously cannot exceed the limitations of this era. The wizard stroked the direction in which the black air was spreading. Under his control, the black air had already spread to half of the Muggle man's body, and quickly retreated into the ring. The ring let out a long, ghostly cry. Like a cry of unwillingness.

Alex, who came back to his senses, instantly felt panic spread all over his body. Seeing Alan in the dark with a ghostly pale face and the burning pain coming from all over his body, he let out a horrified cry, trying to escape, but his body couldn't move at all. The legs were like jelly, completely disobedient, and the whole body was shaking like a sieve.

There are no ghosts in the world! This sentence flashed in his heart, but now, he no longer believes in this sentence.

He saw Alan pick up the ring by himself, and the black mist spread, gradually wrapping around his hands and arms, spreading rapidly like his body.

Allen, who shielded the illusion brought by the ring, could only feel the black air permeating every inch of his skin. It tried desperately to drill into Allen's body, but it still couldn't break through his skin, so the black mist became thicker and thicker , permeated Alan's body, spread over his arms, and slowly moved towards his chest...but he was still helpless against Alan.

Allen closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and once again concentrated on manipulating the mist representing the curse to retreat. The black mist swirled and screamed, and Allen sealed them back into the ring.

Resisting the curse, Allen pulled out the scalpel at his waist with his right hand, and directly pried the black resurrection stone from Gaunt's ring. Then, he raised his staff with his left hand and held the stone in his right hand. The diamond-shaped resurrection stone wanted to infuse the stored soul energy in the staff into the resurrection stone to enhance its power, but this diamond-shaped stone just spun around in his hand suddenly, and Allen suddenly lowered his head and looked at Resurrection stone in hand.

The moment he turned with the resurrection in his hand, the trance female voice that made Alan familiar with his dreams suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, "Good evening, Alan."