Wang Yongluo fell in this thorn, and this time even without dark prophecy could feel the strangeness here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

First of all, there was silence, not even the cries of the nocturnal birds in the village, it was early summer, and there was still a warm breeze blowing outside, but here the wind had stopped, and there was no movement in the black forest, as if time had stood still here.

Wang Yong closed his eyes and felt it carefully, and he could feel a little bit of that vague magic fluctuation. Standing in this position, the fluctuations of Muggle banishment spells, fear spells and other spells can be felt.

Wang Yong no longer hesitated, and drew his ebony wand.

I just wanted to grope in the air with my left hand for a while, only to find that my left hand was gone.

He smiled wryly and waved his wand.

He recited an ancient incantation, like a distant epic from a magical war thousands of years ago.

After a long time, a red-gold flame emerged from the tip of Wang Yong's staff, and this flame seemed to have no end, as if it was a fire dragon.

They staggered through the air, reaching out towards the near, yet unusual, black forest ahead.

Soon, a huge net of flames completely encircled the black forest, slowly shrinking.

The bright and extinguished firelight finally gradually dispelled the darkness and ambiguity that seemed to never dissipate here, and Wang Yong's somewhat pale face was reflected in the firelight. The black woods swayed, casting huge shadows like dancing devils on the ground.

Wang Yong's singing voice was gradually rising, as if he was spitting out all the air in his lungs, and even the air vibrated slightly.

Finally the net of the flames suddenly tightened, crackling like the sound of a black forest burning, but it wasn't, it was the constant sound of a magic ban being burned.

In the blazing firelight, the dilapidated old Gaunt mansion gradually revealed its true face.

It is a half-hidden house in the midst of a tangled grove of trees. The trees block out all the light, and also the shadowy canyon of the giants below.

The walls were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and the rafters inside were exposed here or there. The house was surrounded by dense nettles, and the tall nettles completely obscured the small windows, and it looked very eerie and terrifying.

It's like an old ancestral hall that has been deserted for many years or a church on the side of a mountain.

The wall on the door reflected bits of white light in the firelight.

The plants here take on an unusual blackness, not so much withering as an alienation, an alienation that has been under the influence of some magical force for many years.

Wang Yong flicked his wand and ended the magic, and the flames were like fireworks, gradually dissipating into the air.

He stepped forward and came to the front door, which was shaded by a tree.

Two dead snakes had been nailed to the door, long since they had been dried.

Wang Yong pressed his wand against the door and slowly pushed it open.

The light from the tip of the wand easily dispelled the darkness.

The house appears to have three small rooms, with the large room in the middle serving as a kitchen and living room, and two doors leading to the other rooms.

No one had been in the room for decades, but there seemed to be nothing but a thick layer of dust and wooden planks that had fallen on the floor.

Wang Yong's eyes scanned left and right, his pupils shrank, and he stopped on a table in the middle, the table was very tattered, but there seemed to be a black gemstone ring on the table unsuspectingly, the ring was very rough in workmanship, as if the rough basalt was randomly split with an axe, not so much a ring, but a stone that could be put into the ring in the middle.

Wang Yong's mind fluctuated a little, as if he was going to rush forward in the next moment.

At the last moment, he stopped his steps.

"Abnormal ......," he said, "abnormal ......"

A drop of cold sweat ran from the corner of his forehead.

He closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them, with less anxiety in his eyes and more composure and calmness.

At that moment, it seemed as if someone was whispering in his ear, urging him forward.

Even now, Wang Yong felt that there was still a voice in his ears that was like a parseltongue, like English, and more like a mental fluctuation: "Come forward...... Walk forward...... Get it...... Get...... Get the ring ......"

That voice was more like there was a special spiritual magic, swaying its own spiritual sea......

He took a deep breath of the silent air and calmed down.

The tip of the wand slashed through the air, flashing with light, and mysterious lines slowly appeared in the air.

Finally, Wang Yong saw clearly that his front and back, left and right were all a faint gray mist.

The mist resembles both ordinary smoke and ......

He saw in front of him, there were many shadows, as if there was an old movie being shown, and the light and shadow revealed a little fluctuation and picture, as if it was a backtrack......

The door with the two snakes behind him had closed at some point......

Wang Yong thought for a moment and walked forward......

A scary, dirty-haired, two-eyed young man sat in a dirty armchair by the smoky stove, fiddling with a small live viper between his thick fingers, humming softly in a parseltongue from his mouth:

Hiss, hiss, baby snake,

Crawl quickly on the ground,

You're going to be especially nice to Mofin,

Otherwise, they will nail you out of the gate.

In the corner by the open window came the sound of slow footsteps, a girl wearing a tattered gray dress the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her.

She stood by a steaming saucepan on a soot-laden stove, looking for something in the pile of filthy pots and pots on the shelves above the stove.

Her straight hair was dull, her face was pale, her appearance was mediocre, and her expression was very melancholy. Her eyes, like the young man's, were staring in two opposite directions. She looked cleaner than the man, but Wang Yong felt that he had never seen anyone more listless than her.

"My daughter, Merope." A ferocious, old monkey-like man spoke to a man dressed in a strange Muggle costume.

"Good morning." The man said.

The girl did not reply, but gave her father a panicked look, and then quickly turned her back and continued to fiddle with the pots and pots on the shelves.

Wang Yong stood here, but the people here didn't seem to notice him, he seemed to be a transparent person suspended here, this is ......

He thought, this is the old Gaunt mansion, and the woman is Merope...... Voldemort's mother.

The older man is Marvolo Gaunt, and the younger man is ...... It's Mofen. The one who was dressed in a strange Muggle suit was magic...... Ministry of Magic......

He felt like his brain was boiling paste, and a lot of things were being lost...... Rational, logical thinking......

It's like a snake that has been stretched infinitely......

The thing called logic is getting finer and thinner, leaving only chaos behind...... It's as if I'm asleep at the moment.

Barely able to think...... At this time...... I'm in the gray mist......

Wang Yong reminded himself that I was in the gray mist.

"All right, Mr. Gaunt," Ogden said. A voice seemed to come from far away.

"Let's get straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son Morfin did magic in front of a Muggle late last night."

The bang was deafening. Merope knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her, "Why, get on the ground like a filthy Muggle and look for it?" What is your wand for, you big bale of waste? ”

"Mr. Gaunt, please don't do this!" Ogden said in a tone of consternation, and by this time Merope had picked up the jar, but suddenly, her face turned red and white.

As soon as her hand was released, the jar fell to the ground again. Trembling, she pulled her wand out of her pocket, pointed to it, and whispered a spell in a panic, and the jar flew out of her feet against the ground, slammed into the opposite wall, and split in half.

Wang Yong is panicking, why should I panic? He's confused......

Morfin let out a maniacal laugh. Gaunt screamed, "Fix it, you useless stupid big man, fix it!" ”