Wang Yong was standing on a country road at this time, with high, tangled hedges of shrubs on both sides, and there was no light above his head, and he couldn't see the five-fingered sky, and it would be good to come here during the day, like a summer outing in England. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But at the moment, he came to visit the ancestral house like a descendant of Slytherin, especially with a large serpent behind him.

Wang Yong looked around like a small village, where Muggles lived, but at this late hour, they were obviously asleep, and if they opened the windows and looked around, they might be met with terrible and unjustified disasters.

There was a large abandoned mansion on the hillside, without any light, and it looked somewhat eerie. It's as if there must be some kind of evil creature inside.

It was Riddle's residence, and Wang Yong stopped to take a look, which was obviously patronized by Voldemort some time ago, and there was no trace of popularity.

At this time, the moon in the sky peeked out of the dark clouds, sprinkling a little precious light on this long-dormant earth.

This moonlight made Wang Yong seem to have regained some of his ability to think more clearly.

"They must be worried now."

"Divine Guard!"

A silver deer jumped out of the tip of Wang Yong's staff, and Wang Yong patted it on the head and said something to it.

The silver deer obediently rubbed on Wang Yong's lap and soon disappeared into the night sky.

……

Susan, Xue, Amelia, Ginny, Hermione, Tang Zichen, Fleur, Gabrielle, Qiu Zhang and others were all waiting for news from Wang Yong in the classroom lounge at this time, although I don't know if there is still hope.

Voldemort, what a terrible character, Wang Yong is fighting him head-on, that ......

The consequences are simply unimaginable.

Amelia felt like she was back in the day she heard the news of her brother's death, a day she would never want to remember.

Xue calmed down inexplicably at this time, and the depths of her eyes flashed with a luster as fine as silver: "I think Yong should be fine, I can vaguely feel his life, although it is weaker, but there is no danger." ”

"Really?" Susan had been in a state of being dead for a while, as if she had lost her perception of the outside world, but now she seemed to have regained some of her physical senses.

Ginny grabbed Snow's hand with an expectant look in her eyes.

The women around all looked at the snow with a look of expectation, hoping that she would perceive more.

Snow was just about to open her mind to get more news.

A silver deer jumped in through the window and slowly stopped in front of them.

"This is Yong's patron saint!" Hermione said loudly, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and she almost laughed.

Sure enough, Wang Yong's voice came from the deer: "Don't worry, you were slightly injured in the battle with Voldemort before, and I am now dealing with an important matter, and I should be able to go back to school tomorrow." ”

Then the deer disappeared into thin air.

All the women present couldn't help but calm down in their hearts, and they no longer looked very worried and scared.

"Really, why hasn't Yong come back yet......" Qiu Zhang couldn't help but complain.

Susan calmed down a little at this time, she had been with Wang Yong for a long time, and she knew a lot about him, and even some secrets of the wizarding world, at this time she showed a rare hostess demeanor: "Voldemort is resurrected now, Wang Yong must have a lot of things to deal with immediately on the front line of the fight against Voldemort, and he will come back as soon as he takes care of it, we don't have to worry." It's so late, everyone is tired, since Wang Yong has no big problems, let's go to sleep, Wang Yong said that he will come back tomorrow. ”

Susan somehow had a special magic at this time, and all the women nodded yes and went to rest.

Even Amelia and Tang Zichen silently listened to the words of this girl who was more than ten years younger than herself.

Amelia and Tang Zichen naturally had the school's VIP reception room for them to rest.

Susan naturally knew that the "little injury" that Wang Yong said was definitely not that simple, but now it was most important to calm everyone's hearts, anyway, even if he was worried, there was no way, since Wang Yong just sent the guardian spirit to convey the news and nothing else, he must have his own consideration.

She glanced at the snow, and there were only the two of them in the room.

The two went out hand in hand.

"Yong's state at this time is not very good." Susan asked quietly.

"Well, his soul is much weaker now than before, and that's all he can see." Snow said, looking at the crescent moon in the night sky.

Susan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay for people to be okay in general." ”

The two have not been so close since they met.

……

Wang Yong's hand lay flat, and the wand lay flat on his, but the wand swayed wildly in the air like a compass that had encountered a magnetic field chaos, occasionally turning wildly, unable to point the way at all.

Wang Yong smiled: "Voldemort still has a hand, but it is true that decades have passed, and there is no trace of demon hair left, and the methods are still old and spicy." ”

He reluctantly withdrew his wand and stretched out his right hand, with a somewhat distressed look on his face.

This is his only hand, and if it is scrapped again, he can basically wash and sleep.

He closed his eyes, his right hand groping in the air, as if touching the still-flowing or sometimes turbulent undercurrents of the night.

Little by little, his hands began to turn black from between his fingers.

He tried his best to perceive it, and at last in a chaotic shadow, in a mixture of light and shadow, he saw a dilapidated old mansion under a seemingly brilliant forget-me-not sky. It seemed to be an old mansion that had been struck by lightning in the dark and rainy night, and an eerie gray smoke began to fill his interior.

Wang Yong stopped suddenly. He had used Dark Prophecy just now.

The black necrosis of his right hand had spread to his wrist.

He shook slightly, and his right hand quickly regained its vitality and became the same as before.

Wang Yong shook his head slightly, flicked the wizard's robe and walked over quickly. The basilisk squirmed behind him.

Wang Yong walked on a long-abandoned path, which had been abandoned for many years, or it could be said that it did not exist at all, and the thorns and shrubs often hung on Wang Yong's robe.

After walking for a while, Wang Yong found a rotten wooden road sign in the thorn bush on the left side of the path. Barely discernible from the blackened handwriting on it: Great Hangelton, 5 miles. Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

Wang Yong strode in the direction of Little Hangerton. Then it hovers over the grass, like an ominous ghost in the night.

Soon Wang Yong came to a downhill slope, and above the bushes, Wang Yong swooped down. The vague path turned to the right, and when he turned the bend, there was a neat shrub in front of him, and he could barely tell that it was a hedge.

It was a more eerie realm, with a patch of grass in the middle and a tall, chaotic hedge growing together on either side. Without even a trace of moonlight, Wang Yong almost felt like he was floating in a dark river underground.

The road winds and turns steeply downward, and in front of it is a dark forest.

Wang Yong held his wand high, and at this time it emitted a searchlight-like light, but it still could not illuminate the black forest in front of it, as if it was swallowed up by a black mist.

Wang Yong showed a smile and landed in this thorn.

It's here.

"Hiss~" Xiaoqing also followed.

It's scary quiet.