"A memory?" Evan looked up at Dumbledore, "Don't you know where that thing is?"

"Oh yes, it's only speculation, so take a closer look at it in a moment, Aven, it's important memory. "I need you to keep in mind what you see," said Dumbledore, "and that it will be of maximum help to you when you need it."www.biquge.info ”

"Well, who's this Bob Ogden?"

"He was working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Dumbledore whispered, "He's been dead for a few days, but before he died, I managed to find him and convince him to tell me about these memories." Now, we're going to accompany him to a place he went to on his mission, or that phrase, remember what you're going to see next......"

Dumbledore uncorked the crystal bottle and poured the silver substance into the meditation basin.

They swirl slowly in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer that is neither liquid nor gaseous.

"Come on!" Dumbledore made a gesture of please.

Evan leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged headlong into the silver substance.

He felt his feet leave the dimly lit living room, through the swirling darkness, falling and falling, and suddenly, the strong sunlight pierced his eyes, and before his eyes could adjust, Dumbledore landed next to him.

They stand on a typical English country road, full of nostalgic rustic atmosphere.

On either side are high, tangled hedges of shrubs, and overhead is the summer sky, as clear and blue as forget-me-nots.

About ten paces in front of them stood a stocky man.

He wears a pair of glasses with exceptionally thick lenses, and his eyes are reduced to two dots, like the eyes of a mole.

At this moment, he was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorn bushes on the left side of the path.

Needless to say, this must be Ogden! A typical wizard who had only learned Muggle knowledge in school, following the rules, but not knowing how to be flexible, as you can guess from the way he dressed, he probably wanted to dress up as a Muggle, but he was inexperienced.

In the end, he was dressed in a nondescript outfit and dressed in a quirky outfit.

A striped swimsuit with a tuxedo coat draped over it and shoe covers on its feet looked very strange.

Evan looked at Ogdon, although he didn't remember the name anymore, but by this point, he had guessed that this important memory had something to do with Voldemort.

Or more accurately, Horcruxes.

Since Dumbledore took it out at this time, and said that they were going to use it when they came to Norway, it was enough to show that the Horcrux that would appear in this memory should be the Slytherin ring, another guardian item.

So, they're going to the old mansion of the Gaunt family, an ancient and conservative pure-blood wizard family.

As Evan thought, Ogden walked briskly down the path, and they hurried to follow.

As he passed the wooden sign, Evan looked up at its two pointing arrows, pointing to the one they were coming from and reading: Great Hangleton, 5 miles, and pointing in the direction Ogden was going: Little Hangdon, 1 mile.

Sure enough, this is it, Ai Wen knows it in his heart.

After Sirius's escape from prison ended, he asked Lupin to investigate Voldemort's father's ancestral home.

At that time, it was originally planned to destroy the materials needed for Voldemort's resurrection, his father's bones, and the old house was in Little Hangdon.

It's a pity that they went a step too late.

Voldemort had been prepared, and as early as the time he encountered vampires in Albania, he sent people back to take those bones away.

Evan and Dumbledore followed Ogden for a moment, and there was nothing else around them, only the tall hedges on either side, the vast blue summer sky overhead, and the rustling figure in front of them in a tuxedo-coat.

Then, the trail turns left and goes down the hill steeply.

So, suddenly, they unexpectedly found a valley in front of them, which was presented to them in full view.

There was a village in front of them, and it was undoubtedly Little Hangleton.

It sits between two steep hillsides, with both the church and the cemetery clearly visible.

On the hillside across the valley, there is a very imposing mansion surrounded by a large green meadow.

Needless to say, this big mansion is Riddle House, but it is not lost at all, but very beautiful.

Under the sunlight, it is glittering with gold, and it looks very high-end, and at first glance it is a house that only rich people can live in.

Because the downhill road was too steep, Ogden involuntarily trotted up.

Dumbledore took a bigger step, and Evan quickened his pace to follow.

Since Voldemort's father's ancestral home, Riddle House, was in front of them, where was the old home of the Gaunt family, Evan originally thought that they were going to the village of Little Hangton in front, but no, the path turned to the right, and when they turned the corner, they saw the hem of Ogden's gown coat flashing, and he disappeared through a gap in the fence.

Dumbledore and Aven followed him to a narrow dirt road, with hedges on either side that were taller and thicker than the ones they had just passed. The dirt road was winding, potholed, and rocky, and it descended as steeply as the path before, and seemed to lead to a small patch of dark woods below.

It didn't take long for the dirt road to join the grove.

Ogden stopped, drew his wand, and Dumbledore and Evan stopped behind him.

Although the sky was clear and cloudless, the ancient trees overhead cast a cool, dark and dense shadow.

It was a few seconds before Evan saw a half-hidden house in the tangled trees.

I have to say that it is really inappropriate to choose this place to build a house, or it is more in line with the unique taste of the Gunt family.

The big trees grew next to the house, blocking all the light and blocking the valley below.

Even at the height of the midday sun, there was not a single ray of light in it, full of Slytherin style.

Neither he nor his descendants: the Gaunt family and the vampire branch did not like sunlight.

The walls of the house were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and here or there the rafters inside were exposed.

The house was surrounded by dense nettles, high nettles all the way to the windows, which were very small and covered with a thick layer of aged dirt.

Suddenly, with a click, a window opened!

A thin puff of steam or green smoke came out of it, and it seemed that someone was cooking.

Ogden quietly walked forward, his movements very cautious.

When the dark shadow of the tree slipped down from him, he stopped again, and stared straight at the front door of the house, where someone had nailed a dead snake.