What a desolate and dilapidated place!

This was the dialect's first impression after coming to Little Hangethon and seeing Gaunt's old house. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Stepping on the wild grass that was fast enough to reach his knees, Fang Yan looked at the ruins in front of him with some emotion. Since returning from Hogwarts a week ago, he has been preparing to hunt for Horcruxes, and the first target he chooses is the Resoulstone Ring in Little Hangleston's old Gaunt house.

The Soul Stone, the most mysterious of the Three Hallows of Death, is rumored to have the power to bring the dead back to earth.

Of course, the dialect is skeptical of this legend. In his mind, maybe the Soul Stone could have something to do with the soul, but it would be an exaggeration to say that it could bring the souls of the dead back to the human world.

It should be noted here that the so-called "bringing the souls of the dead back to earth" is not just a literal meaning. More precisely, this sentence means to make the soul of the deceased turn back into a living soul that can be resurrected.

According to the dialect, although the Harry Potter world is only a low-level demon plane, there are faint traces of high-level power behind it. What's more, there is a real hell cycle in this world.

Although I don't know whether the hell reincarnation place connected to the Harry Potter world is a small hell that naturally evolved from this world, or whether it is related to the endless hell that traverses countless worlds, the place of reincarnation is the place of reincarnation after all.

If you want to break the separation between yin and yang, reverse life and death, and turn the dead soul into a living soul again, in the eyes of the dialect, I am afraid that you must at least have the power of the rule level to do it.

Judging from some of the circumstances revealed in the original plot, Fang Yan is more convinced in his heart that the ability of the Soul Returning Stone is probably to create a false soul similar to a spirit. And this soul is born entirely from the user's memory, not the real soul of the deceased.

But even so, this strange ability of the Soul Returning Stone is also magical, although this false soul seems to be a bit frustrating, but at some point, it may be able to exert unexpected effects.

This is also the reason why Fang Yan set the first target as the Soul Returning Stone, and he is also very curious about this Death Hallow in his heart.

Since thousands of years ago, this ring inlaid with the Soul Stone has been passed down in the hands of the Gaunt family.

It's just that as the only descendants of Slytherin's bloodline, the Gaunt family not only failed to carry forward the glory of their ancestors, but instead decayed more and more with the passage of time. It wasn't until the death of the last descendant of the Gaunt family, Moffin Gaunt, that the family disappeared into history.

At this moment, the name of the Gaunt family can still be remembered in the world, except for a very few wizards, I am afraid that it is only in tongues.

It's just ironic that the only wizards who remember the name of the Gaunt family are because of Voldemort, who had the blood of the Gaunt family and brought the Gaunt family to ruin.

After sighing, the dialect began its work.

Finding a tiny ring in the ruins of a house covered with cobwebs, weeds, and dust is no easy task. Especially if the ring also shields from magic and psychic sense.

After trying a few times, after finding that neither magic induction nor mental power scanning had any effect, Fang Yan had no choice but to lean down and search the ruins in person.

Finally, after a lot of effort, the dialect managed to find it in a crack in the ruins of Gaunt's old house.

Voldemort had a lot of dark magic on the ring, several of which were very vicious curses. I vaguely remember the dialect of what happened to Dumbledore after cracking the trap on the ring in the original book, so naturally he didn't touch the ring rashly.

That's when the results of the week he had prepared in advance came in handy.

With a touch of his hand on his waist, a small silver crystal bottle suddenly appeared in Fang Yan's hand.

In the afternoon sun, the liquid inside the crystal bottle shimmers with dazzling streamers. If you look closely, it seems that there is a rainbow of colors circulating in it.

This purification potion is made by referencing the content of some of the light potions of the wizarding world, and then replacing them with materials from the Harry Potter world. According to the hierarchy of potions in the wizarding system, this purification potion is probably only about the first and middle level, but in special cases, such as now, it can play no less effective than a first-level high potion.

Fang Yan carefully uncorked the bottle, tilted the mouth of the bottle slightly, and poured the purification potion in the crystal bottle onto the soul stone ring.

"Whew-"

It reacts like cold water poured over red-hot metal.

Stimulated by the purifying power unique to the potion, large puffs of black smoke and filthy dust came out of the ring in a twisted form, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Fang Yan's face was not moved in the slightest, and he calmly looked at the scene in front of him, as if he had expected such a scene.

He took two steps back, as if intending to just watch the black smoke from the ring clear. It's just that some troubles can't be avoided if you want to, and the black smoke that came out of the ring quickly condensed into a black skull after rising into the air, and then as if it had found a target, it roared and rushed towards Fang Yan.

Fang Yan frowned, as if he didn't expect the black magic on the ring to be so difficult, but the movements in his hands were not slow.

"Poof!"

A black flame with an endless dark luster suddenly appeared in the path of the black skull.

The next moment, the two collided right together.

Rumble!

The black flames were as if they had been doused with barrels of gasoline, and the flames instantly became dozens of times stronger.

The black skull, made of the filthy gas of the dark arts, howled and roared in the fire, and tried to struggle, but it was completely burned out in a short time. But not even a single hair of the dialect was hurt.

Walking up to the ring again, several detectors were tossed by the dialect, only to be sent back with a message that was safe.

Seeing such a result, Fang Yan's face not only did not relax, but became more serious.

"Hidden so deeply?" Fang Yan couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, "No wonder even Dumbledore will win the bid!" ”

Wanting to use the Hellfire to burn the ring and try it, but fearing that he would accidentally destroy the soul stone inlaid on it, Fang Yan couldn't help but fall into a dilemma for a while.

After standing in place and pondering for a moment, the dialect finally moved again. A small withered yellow branch was taken out of his arms by his cherished weight.

A hand brushed in front of his forehead, and when he opened it again, there was already a half-length hair in his palm.

The dialect carefully and quickly wound the hair around the dead branches, and finally tied the knot firmly. Then he held the withered branch in one hand and traced the mysterious trajectory with his index finger in the void with the other, while his mouth was still whispering a mysterious incantation.

After half a ring, when Fang Yan's movements finally stopped, the dead branch he was holding in his hand had turned into a thumb-sized wooden carving figure at some point.

If you look closely at the faces, you can vaguely see a bit of the verve of the dialect from above.

"Whew~"

Seeing that the wood carving figure was completed, Fang Yan couldn't help but spit out lightly, and his face showed a hint of relief.

After carefully placing the villain in his arms, Fang Yan finally set off to the ring and stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Syllable!

The ring was held in the palm of his hand by the dialect.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

One, two, three...... But until more than thirty breaths had passed, there was still no movement on the ring

A hint of incomprehension flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, and he couldn't help but wonder if he felt wrong, but the uneasiness that had just sparked in his heart when he approached the ring told him that there must be some danger hidden in the ring.

"It seems that we should take it back first...... Hey!? ”

Before Fang Yan could finish speaking, something happened suddenly, and a faint dark green light suddenly flashed from the ring in Fang Yan's hand, and then disappeared into Fang Yan's palm with lightning speed.

Fang Yan's face changed, and he didn't care about checking his body, and as soon as his mind moved, he directly activated the trigger spell that had been set earlier.

"Whew-"

Fortunately, the dialect moved fast enough, but after he activated the trigger spell, the wooden carving figure in his arms was shrouded in a dark green light, and began to corrode there at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His face sank, and Fang Yan hurriedly threw the woodcarving villain away, looking at the remains of the woodcarving villain that seemed to have been eroded by sulfuric acid.

If he hadn't been cautious enough, maybe it wouldn't have been a wood carving villain, but himself!

"Worthy of the Dark Lord who can wreak havoc on the wizarding world for decades!" Fang Yan was palpitating, but he couldn't help but admire, "This method is really ruthless and hidden enough." No wonder in the original plot, even old foxes like Dumbledore will be tricked. ”

However, there was also a trace of doubt in Fang Yan's heart. Judging by the time, Voldemort seemed to be only sixteen years old when he made this Horcrux, and his magical attainments should not be enough to reach this level. Could it be ...... Did Voldemort come here again?

Shaking his head, Fang Yan stopped thinking about these things that were no longer exquisite and meaningless. He turned his attention back to the ring in his hand.

The green light on the ring may really be Voldemort's last resort. Fang Yan found that after the wood carving figure was corroded by the green light, the uneasiness hidden in his heart completely dissipated.

It was only at this time that Fang Yan's heart finally relaxed.

After a moment of wits and courage with Voldemort, Fang Yan felt a little tired, and he was not in the mood to peel off the soul fragments on the ring again. After simply placing a few rune seals, Fang Yan stuffed the Soul Stone Ring into a small bag and put it away.

……

Two days later, in front of the Blake family's ancestral home at 12 Grimmauld Place in Islington, London, dialects quietly appeared.

After squinting and observing carefully for a while, Fang Yan couldn't help but admire the wonder of the Black family's secret magic, although he knew that the ancestral home of the Black family was here, no matter how he observed, he couldn't find any trace of it.

This made Fang Yan, who was confident that his strength was already strong enough, not only had a sense of frustration in his heart.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

A note, at some point, suddenly appeared at the fingertips of the dialect.

“…… Grimmauld Place...... No. 12 ...... "The dialect gently recited the contents of the note word by word.

As soon as he finished speaking, a luxurious mansion suddenly appeared in front of the dialect, as if it had been here all along.

Fang Yan chuckled softly, casually dropped the useless note, and then walked towards the Black family's ancestral home.

And the note, the moment it fell to the ground from the fingertips of the dialect, it suddenly burned and turned into a handful of flying ashes in an instant.

12 Grimmauld Place, as the ancestral home of the "eternally noble" Black family of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, was once subjected to an extremely magical magic. Under the influence of this magic, except for a very few wizards who were recognized by the members of the Black family, no one else could see or touch the house.

The medium recognized by the members of the Black family is this address of the ancestral home written by them themselves. In addition, even if you know where the ancestral home of the Black family is, you will not be able to reach it without this note as a medium.

The note in the hand of the dialect came from the hand of Narcissa Malfoy, the wife of the patriarch of the Malfoy family.

With Regulus Black, the rightful heir of the Black family, missing (in fact dead) and another direct line, Siris Black, imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, Narcissa Malfoy, who is closest to the Black family, becomes the temporary custodian of the old house.

After reaching some "secret" agreements with the Malfoy family and paying a certain price, Narcissa Malfoy was persuaded to write the note and give it to himself.

Fang Yan walked up to the old mansion and looked up at the house, which was already quite old.

From the outside, the house looked dirty and messy, and the windows were even more filthy, and there was no trace of the ancestral home of the pure-blood family, which was a world of difference compared to the Abbot family manor that Fang Yan had visited many times.

Fang Yan's gaze moved downward, and the appearance of the gate in front of him made him can't help but raise his eyebrows.

From the street, it was a scratched, black-painted door, with a silver doorknob in the shape of a large coiled serpent, no keyhole, and no letterbox. It can only be opened by magic, but there is a doorbell that will awaken the portrait of Walbuga in the house.

"It's a traditional black magic family! This aesthetic~"

Fang Yan sighed in his heart, but still stepped forward and rang the doorbell. Although Black's old house has been abandoned for many years, it does not mean that there are no creatures living in it.

"Jingle bell—"

In the Blake family's ancestral home, the doorbell that had been silent for many years finally rang again.