Chapter 667 Gaunt’s Old House
When Alan returned from 1066 to the night of 1996, he found himself standing outside the very old, dilapidated, and decaying stone arch in the Hall of Death in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.
In the chaotic room, Allen immediately saw his mother sitting on the stone steps wiping her tears, and Daisy, who was half hugging her mother, wiping her tears and comforting her softly. Although he wanted to go forward and reunite with his family, he couldn't. The person waiting for rescue inside the tattered curtain disappeared immediately before he could exchange greetings.
"Huh? Alert, there is an intruder!" An Auror's surprised voice sounded, and then he issued a warning, but Allen's figure disappeared in the next second. Not just him, but several Aurors saw this situation from different angles.
A wizard who just appeared in front of the arch exuded a terrifying aura. His hooded head was slightly lowered and his face could not be seen clearly, but his skin under his silver hair was so pale that he did not look like a living person. Although he stayed The time was very short, so short that these Aurors thought they were delusional, but they still saw clearly that the bone belt made of a devil's skull with ram's horns and a skull tied around the man's waist was exuding the spirit of hell. breath.
They quickly issued a warning, and the Aurors in the room took action. Some rushed towards the arch; some quickly gathered in front of Mrs. Harris and Daisy to protect them; others immediately tried to contact the Auror office. , report the situation here to superiors.
In just a blink of an eye, the man disappeared. Others heard the warning and looked towards the arch, only to find that there was nothing under the high arch, only the curtains were fluttering gently, as if someone had just touched them.
A valley appeared in front of Allen at a glance. He saw a village, undoubtedly Little Hangleton, nestled between two steep hills, with its church and churchyard clearly visible.
Allen, who only knew the approximate location of Gunter's old house, apparated to Little Hangleton. He needed a local Muggle to guide him, and because the ring itself was viciously cursed by Voldemort, even if it was placed in a space storage compartment, it could be absorbed. The soul in Voldemort's Horcrux, but that also requires Allen to touch it with his own hands.
In order to avoid more accidents and to be cautious, Allen needs to have someone try on the Marvolo Gaunt ring with the Resurrection Stone for him. Due to time constraints, Allen did not go looking for those heinous criminals or people who had committed heinous crimes. Instead, he captured the first Muggle he saw in Little Hangleton, which was a man of medium height. He was plump, plump, and well-kept, and his shaved, undefined chin and neck were as smooth as a heel, which gradually extended into fat, jelly-like cheeks--which made him His face looked a bit like Neville's pet.
Casting a curse on the man to glue his lips together to prevent him from screaming like a slaughtered pig, Allen used Legilimency on the red-faced man. Immediately, he looked towards the hillside on the opposite side of the valley in the direction of Great Hangleton.
In order to save time, Allen picked up the Muggle and teleported him through apparation to a location about four or five miles away, which was in front of a very dilapidated large house.
The Muggle looked in horror at the winding, potholed, rock-strewn dirt road that was the only one in the village leading to the house. He was completely confused about the situation. Why did this strange man in front of him, who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost, bring him here? To be in such an unguarded ghost place - this made the Muggle man couldn't help but tighten his thighs.
The house was half hidden among the tangled trees. Although the sky was sparse with moon and stars, the old trees overhead cast a cool, dark and dense shadow, blocking all light. The walls were covered with moss, and many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, exposing here and there the inner rafters. Nettles grew thickly around the house, reaching up to the windows, which were very small and covered with thick layers of old dirt.
Allen petrified the huddled middle-aged man and threw it under a strong tree. Then it turned into a black mist, and he quickly searched for traces of the ring in Gunter's old house. Although Voldemort placed a large number of spells in the old Gaunt house to protect the Resurrection Stone, the powers he used were all the power of black magic, curses, and death. However, after Allen read the Nether Scroll and After personally going to the underworld and meeting the God of Death, he had a deeper theoretical understanding of these dark powers than the second-generation Dark Lord. Therefore, Allen, who had learned spell countermeasures, did not touch the magic traps he had set at all. We walked in directly and found the location of the Resurrection Stone.
The branches swayed in the breeze, and a full moon peeked out from the light clouds.
"Split into pieces." After Allen's words fell, the milky-white camphor wood box fell into pieces, and an ugly black gemstone ring lay quietly on the white and delicate cashmere, with Peverell's coat of arms engraved on the gemstone.
At this time, a voice hissed from the ring: "I saw your heart, you are keen on power..." But before the seductive words could be finished, Allen's figure disappeared quickly. The ring let out an annoyed sigh and returned to its dark appearance.
A face flashed out of the darkness, and the overlapping branches and leaves above his head were like an evil spirit with teeth and claws. The Muggle lying motionless on the ground widened his eyes in fear.
"Mr. Alex Cracknell, I'm sorry." Alan said to the Muggle who was thrown under the root of the tree.
"Well..." 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 followed Allen uncontrollably. .
"What are you going to do?" Alex looked at Allen's figure, his back felt cold, his whole body was trembling, and he didn't even think of covering it up.
But Allen, who was in a hurry, was not in the mood to answer him.
Alex was thrown directly in front of the ring, beads of sweat appeared on his lips, his throat was dry, and the expression on his face as he looked at the ring seemed to be seeing a ghost. "Don't be afraid..." The hissing voice sounded again, but before he could tempt the Muggle in front of him to put it on his hand, it flew up into the air, and the Muggle's hand seemed to be held by an invisible force. Pulling, he stretched forward stiffly, and the ring was directly placed on his thick finger.
Instantly, the Muggle's face showed an expression of enjoyment and satisfaction, but Allen saw the black air quickly spreading along his hands, burning and corroding his skin. He trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and every muscle They were all tense, and the veins in his temples were popping, but the expression on his face was one of immense enjoyment and indulgence.
"A powerful curse." Allen judged the power contained in it. Even if Voldemort, who was born as a mixed-race orphan, had talent and hard work, the dark knowledge he could access obviously could not exceed the limitations of this era. He was relieved. The wizard used his hand to stroke the air in the direction in which the black air was spreading. Under his control, the black air, which had spread to half of the Muggle man's body, quickly retreated into the ring. The ring let out a long, ghostly cry. A cry of unwillingness.
After Alex came back to his senses, panic spread all over his body. Looking at Allen, who was as pale as a ghost in the dark and the burning pain all over his body, he screamed in horror and wanted to run away, but his body could not move at all. My legs looked like they were made of jelly, completely uncontrollable, and my whole body was shaking like chaff.
There are no ghosts in the world! This sentence flashed through his mind, but now, he no longer believed it. UU Reading ｗww.uukanshu.net
He saw Allen pick up the ring himself, and the black mist spread, gradually wrapping around his hands and arms, spreading rapidly like his body.
Allen, who had blocked the illusion brought by the ring, only felt the black air spreading through every inch of his skin. It tried desperately to penetrate into Allen's body, but it was still unable to break through his skin, so the black mist became thicker and thicker. , spread throughout Allen's body, over his arms, and slowly towards his chest... But Allen was always helpless.
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.
After resisting the curse, Allen pulled out the scalpel from his waist with his right hand and pried off the black resurrection stone from Gunter's ring. Then, he raised his staff with his left hand and held the stone with his right hand. The diamond-shaped Resurrection Stone wanted to infuse the soul energy stored in the staff into the Resurrection Stone to increase its power. However, the diamond-shaped stone just suddenly spun in his hand. Allen suddenly lowered his head and looked at Resurrection stone in hand.
At the moment when he turned the resurrection in his hand, the dreamy female voice that was familiar to Allen, like singing or whispering, suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, "Good evening, Allen."