Chapter 249 Gaunt's Old House

At this moment, Uncle Vernon completely turned into an angry citizen: "Who cares if this is a good behavior!"

"Tell me, you are the headmaster of a magic school, you basically come to our house every holiday, what the hell are you planning!"

"Are you trying to experiment with magic on our wonderful young man! Ha, let me just say, the evil wizard has finally shown his feet!"

A trace of obvious astonishment flashed across Professor Dumbledore's face, and he didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

The two stared at each other. Although Uncle Vernon's legs were trembling, he was still holding on to the barrel of the gun, wishing he could shoot Professor Dumbledore out the door.

After a while, Professor Dumbledore came to his senses and coughed twice: "Mr. Dursley, you may have misunderstood..."

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After a long period of friendly exchanges, Uncle Vernon came into the kitchen with his repaired shotgun, and dragged away Dudley who was eating his share of grapefruit.

But Dudley was as big as a hill, and Uncle Vernon couldn't pull it off the first time.

Dudley looked up at his father in dissatisfaction, only to find that his father had an angry face, his purple face hadn't fully recovered, and he was still holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

He trembled instantly with fright, and hurriedly followed, not forgetting to put the unfinished grapefruit in his arms before leaving.

"Harry!" Uncle Vernon shouted in an unfriendly voice before entering the kitchen, "Your principal is here!"

After a while, the upstairs door opened.

Harry quickly stuffed the black robe and veil that he wore to Diagon Alley into his pockets, and trotted down the stairs.

Although she received a letter from Professor Dumbledore three days ago, saying that she would take herself to find the Horcrux.

But Harry thought that Professor Dumbledore would arrive at nine o'clock in the morning as usual.

As a result, Professor Dumbledore moved slightly ahead of his travel time today, arriving at eight o'clock.

During this period of time, Harry often went to Diagon Alley to purchase materials or browse second-hand bookstores, and only came back when he took a nap at noon.

So her breakfast and dinner are also habitually settled in the shop in Diagon Alley.

This morning, Harry was eating a sandwich when he felt a reminder from the magic mirror left at home.

Only then did she realize that Professor Dumbledore had arrived, and hurried back.

"Professor, good morning." Harry walked into the living room, saw Professor Dumbledore reclining on the sofa alone with his eyes closed, and raised his hand to greet him.

"Good morning, Harry." Professor Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "It's a nice day today, isn't it?"

"Yeah, the weather is really nice." Harry responded, "Professor, you came really early today."

"After all, I'm about to do a big event, and I'm so excited that I can't sleep," Professor Dumbledore waved, and there were two more glasses and a small kettle in front of him.

He poured himself a glass of yellow honey water and raised his hand at Harry,

"Would you like a glass? Just water and honey. Much better than butterbeer and pumpkin juice."

"Of course, I prefer mead with extra honey. But I'm afraid it's not suitable for drinking before acting."

Harry glanced at the glass of liquid, it was so viscous that the ratio of water to honey might be 1:1.

She shook her head immediately: "No, professor, I have already had breakfast."

"It's a pity that you can't enjoy this delicious food."

Professor Dumbledore took a sip of honey water enjoying himself, with an intoxicated expression on his face,

"You should be ready, right? As written in the letter, I found a place where Voldemort hides Horcruxes."

"So I want to take you with me for a live teaching session."

"Thank you for your care, Professor." Harry bowed slightly, "I'm ready and I can go anytime."

"In this case, we won't waste any more time." Professor Dumbledore stood up from the sofa, and the unfinished honey water in his hand and the kettle on the table disappeared out of thin air.

He looked at the clock on the wall: "Shall we set off now?"

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded.

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The sun was in full bloom in the sky, illuminating the earth below.

A country lane lined with tall, tangled shrubs and a clear, blue summer sky overhead.

The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting light spots on the ground, which are constantly swaying with the rhythm of the breeze.

Two figures suddenly appeared on this path.

Harry calmed down the disgusting feeling a little bit, and asked Professor Dumbledore:

"Professor, can you teach me to apparate? It's too uncomfortable to follow the walk."

"But you are not old enough," Professor Dumbledore spread his hands,

"The Ministry of Magic has formulated a law that only wizards who are close to the age of seventeen are eligible to learn Apparation, and those who are over the age of seventeen can obtain relevant qualification certificates, and they can bear legal responsibility for their actions."

"Like another big thing I did this summer, some parts of it didn't go as planned. It's also because adults are fully legally responsible."

"We all know that there are geniuses in this world, but underage geniuses can't bear legal responsibility, can they?"

Harry didn't respond directly, but was just going to learn from Sirius.

Sirius had always been lawless and certainly wouldn't mind teaching himself to Apparate.

Harry changed the subject casually:

"Then, professor, you can at least tell me, what did you do this summer that involved underage wizards?"

"Oh, I can't tell you that, we have to keep a little bit of mystery." Professor Dumbledore shook his head with a smile on his face.

Harry curled her lip, but she wasn't expecting an answer either.

She looked at the wooden road sign in front of her, with two arrows on it:

Greater Hangleton, five miles.

Little Hangleton, one mile.

"Where is Gaunt's old house?" Harry immediately matched the memory of the Ministry of Magic employee named Ogden here,

"Professor, did you associate Voldemort's original name Tom Marvolo Riddle with Gaunt, searched for relevant memories, and found traces of magic here?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded: "Very keen sense of smell, Harry."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor." Harry put his hands behind his back, slightly half a step behind Professor Dumbledore.

The two chatted, walked along the road, and soon came to a valley.

Between two steep valleys lies a village, with a towering church and a large cemetery clearly visible.

On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a large but slightly old mansion surrounded by a large green grassland.

"Little Hangleton, where Tom's poor father lived." Professor Dumbledore said softly.

"Professor, I'm really curious,"

Harry said maliciously, thinking about the feasibility of the plan in his heart,

"If you told the Death Eaters that Voldemort's father was a Muggle, how would they react?"

"Probably useless." Professor Dumbledore shook his head, "You will never be able to wake up a group of people who pretend to be asleep."

"The pure-blood family actually doesn't care whether Tom is the pure-blood descendant of Slytherin he claimed, they only care about what Tom can leave for themselves."

"In the end, they didn't expect that Tom's words had such a powerful deceptive power that attracted many little pure-blood wizards and successfully brainwashed them."

"That's why the pure-blood families are tightly tied to Tom's camp."

"Because the older generation is bound by interests, the younger generation is willing to follow from the bottom of their hearts."

Harry couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The two continued to chat about various topics, and under the leadership of Professor Dumbledore, instead of walking towards Little Hangleton, they turned right along the path and entered a narrower intersection.

The road was of poor quality, with twists and turns, potholes, rocks, and a small patch of dark woods.

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, but the surrounding trees remained motionless.

"Interesting," Professor Dumbledore said softly, "It seems that Tom has put some thought into this."

"Harry, I think we should be more vigilant. After all, Tom's strength is not bad. He has pushed some magic to unprecedented heights."

The two drew out their wands, and Harry's single ponytail, which was originally tied with spider silk, also automatically scattered, with black flames flowing from it.

The two walked slowly around the edge of the forest, and there was a house on the side.

The house was exactly like the one Ogden remembered, with moss on the walls and many of the roof tiles falling off.

The window sills were full of grime and the windows were already blurred.

But the dense nettles around the house had disappeared, revealing the bare ground.

On the wooden door of the house, there is also a door handle of unknown material, a door handle made of dead snakes.

Professor Dumbledore stopped, looked up and down at the snake nailed to the door, and did not push the door rashly.

Harry also stopped, observing the hut, feeling the malice and curse coming from above.

"A strong curse," Harry sighed softly. "No wonder you think, Professor, that Voldemort has pushed some magic to an unprecedented level."

"Yeah," Professor Dumbledore nodded, "Tom has always liked black magic, and curses are one of his favorites."

"These curses are probably no less deadly than Avada Kedavra."

Harry drew out his wand and pointed at the door, green light gathered in his eyes.

After a moment, Harry lowered his wand and said softly, "Professor, I think Voldemort also needs to check on his Horcruxes occasionally."

"Just like that cave, he has set up defenses to guard the Horcruxes, but he still left a small boat for his convenience."

"So there should be a mechanism to open the door, such as... Parseltongue."

"A very reasonable analysis, Harry." Professor Dumbledore nodded,

"Tom is a kid who likes to take possession of memorable objects and put locks on them that only he can open."

"He always thought he was the last heir of Slytherin, and only Slytherin blood can inherit the Parseltongue."

"So that's really the closest thing to the right answer."

Harry looked at the doorknob, and softly said in a snake language with "hiss", "Open the door!"

The dead snake nailed to the door suddenly came back to life, and the curse on it fluctuated restrainedly, turning into sufficient magic power.

It stretched sharply and pulled open the door of the hut.

Professor Dumbledore took the wand and tapped it on the spot first, leaving some magic as a backup, and then walked in cautiously.

Harry followed closely behind, the ice paved a path on the ground, and formed two icicles, blocking the door tightly.

The room was dark, and the darkness was very sticky, like that cave.

Professor Dumbledore quickly released the fluorescent spell, but the light did not penetrate the darkness.

However, relying on the limited light, the two still managed to take a clear look at this place.

The layout was very similar to what Ogden remembered, except for a few objects that had moved.

From the outside, the hut looked filthy, but inside it was spotless, as if its owner had just left.

"Tom is proud of his Slytherin blood, and this is the last residence of the rightful heir of Slytherin."

Professor Dumbledore said softly, as if explaining to Harry, and as if sighing,

"With his character, he will indeed protect this place, and protect the former residence of the heir of Slytherin."

"Let's look for it here, Harry, be careful not to touch anything."

The two began to split up, and the small living room was quickly searched.

But there's nothing here, not even a cursed item.

Harry finished searching quickly, and when he turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, he found the old man squatting in front of a door with great interest.

Harry recalled that the door seemed to lead to old Gaunt's bedroom.

"I think I have found it," said Professor Dumbledore softly. "There is a little trace of Tom on this door."

Professor Dumbledore looked at the door and waved again: "Harry, you have to work hard again."

"It seems that Tom imitated the structure of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and closed two doors here. What a joke."

Harry walked over to feel it carefully, only to realize the maliciousness hidden deep in the door.

Voldemort also has a strong grasp of the wizard's heart. The door at the door is full of obvious curses, and the master of magic can feel it.

But that's just a defense on the surface. If someone breaks the curse outside and doesn't feel the curse in the house, there is a great possibility to relax their vigilance.

If no special items were found in the living room and the kitchen with the door open, the visitor with unknown purpose would definitely push open the only closed door subconsciously.

At this time, the curse hidden in the depth of the door will break out, giving the intruder a fatal blow.

"What a genius child, it would be even better if he didn't go down this crooked path." Professor Dumbledore shook his head and sighed again.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" boss for the reward!)

(ps. There is a character limit for the writer's words, so please start reading from here.)

(In the chapter I wrote yesterday, some friends criticized that Harry’s act of guiding Peter Pettigrew to resurrect Voldemort would lead to the death of innocent wizards in the wizarding world, which is no different from Voldemort.

Here, the author would like to make a clarification. First of all, the author will definitely not write such a story that does not conform to the three views of normal people.

It can be seen from the above that the author tried his best to write a witch who plays a frontal role, so the rituals used to promote the witch of despair are also enemies, such as those pirates who make trouble, instead of creating Baekeland like the witch sect like the nightingale of despair The great smog is such a disaster. )

What's more, in the eyes of the protagonist, members of the future magic world are their own anchors, so they will try their best to avoid the death of such innocent people.

Therefore, the situation raised by some readers, such as the death of ordinary wizards because of Harley, the author has a way to avoid this situation.

Let me talk about the author's idea below, it is not a spoiler. The means of resurrection has been mentioned in the original book, which includes the flesh of a servant and the blood of the enemy.

The first is the blood of the enemy. Harley's will definitely not be used here. But Harley can manipulate Peter Pettigrew to forge and add special ingredients to the blood.

And the meat of the servant will also choose Peter Pettigrew, and there is also a lot of room for manipulation here.

In addition, Voldemort's soul is very fragile and problematic, and it is convenient to hint that he is lurking or launching plans in other directions, and he will be wiped out by Harry without causing killing.

Some readers may ask, why didn't I talk about it yesterday? This is because Harley does not know how Voldemort will be resurrected for the time being, so there will be problems when writing this paragraph. I can only put it in the words of the writer now.