In the village of Little Hangleton, there is an unusually desolate mansion, although from the outside it seems that the former owner of this house must have been either rich or noble.

In the minds of the older generation of villagers, it was originally a beautiful mansion, and it was also the most spacious and imposing building within a radius of several miles.

But due to disrepair, it is now damp, inhospitable, and uninhabited all year round, and even rats and cockroaches don't want to live here because they might starve to death.

The villagers of Little Hangleton call the house "Riddle House", even though the Riddles have not lived here in years.

The house is located on a hillside with a view of the whole village, which is supposed to indicate that the Riddle family is above the whole village.

Several windows of the house were sealed, the roof tiles were broken, and creepers crawled all over the house with their teeth and claws.

As for why the homeless people don't even have a place to live, they would rather sleep in the bridge than live in this magnificent house?

Because this house is a notoriously murderous house in the neighborhood, a bizarre and terrible thing happened here half a century ago.

Until now, the elders of the village like to talk about it when they have nothing else to talk about.

In this way, this story has been told over and over again, and many places have been added to the vinegar, so no one can say for sure what the truth is.

Still, each version of the story begins in the same way: Fifty years ago, Riddle was still a well-managed and extraordinarily stylish time.

At dawn on a sunny summer day, a maid walks into the living room and finds Riddle's family of three dead.

In the end, even the police could not determine the cause of the family's bizarre death, because they found no signs of poison, sharp weapons, pistols, or even suffocation or strangulation.

Such an appraisal result made the villagers define this house as a murderous house.

After all, a few people who were extremely healthy in the eyes of the police died mysteriously en masse, and everyone had a frightened expression on their faces, they must have seen some demon, this is a house that belongs to the devil!

Rolf sat on the back of the unicorn, and under the cover of the dark night, he was looking at the vast mansion from mid-air.

The house was almost hidden in weeds, and there was no place for people to put their feet.

The windows, which were supposed to be very expensive at the time, were also in tatters, and looked like holes that were stoned out by those bear children.

There was a small cabin on the outskirts of the house, but it was not time to sleep, and the cabin was as dark as the murderous house......

"You...... Are you sure he's here?" Rolf looked at it, and stumbled upon the Riddle House sign standing at the door, and seemed to remember something.

But he still couldn't figure out how Peter Pettigrew could not have rescued Mr. Voldemort, so how did he come back across the mountains and seas?

He couldn't help but sigh, Mr. Voldemort really loves this land, and he loves it deeply, otherwise why is he so persistent?

Rolf made the unicorn stop by a door that was almost completely obscured by a creeper and jumped off him, the thick weeds barely making him feel the backlash.

He pressed his magic watch with his hand and slammed the Alaho Cave at the locked wooden door, silently opening the door.

Once you enter through the door, it's like walking into a dark tunnel like a cave, but luckily Rolf has night vision.

He fumbled his way over, the smell of decay filling his nose, and he pricked up his ears, trying to catch every trace of footsteps or speech above his head.

He came to the hallway, where the large mullioned windows on either side of the front door let in a little moonlight, and he began to go upstairs, thinking that thanks to the thick dust that had accumulated on the stone steps, his footsteps were muffled and not easily noticed.

But even without the dust, his footsteps wouldn't have been noticed, after all, his shoes were carved with silent spell models.

It was the way the unicorn was moving that made Rolf look at him for a moment, for he was now floating on the stone steps like a drifter.

On the landing of the staircase, Rolf turned to the right, and at the top of the hallway, he saw a crack in a door, and a shimmering light shot out of the crack.

Casting an orange-yellow light on the dark floor, Rolf leaned sideways, cautiously approaching, and a few paces from the doorway he could see the scene in the narrow slit in the room.

He stopped, pricked up his ears, and heard only the voice of a woman in the room, and the voice seemed timid and frightened.

"Lord...... Master, I ...... Only one was collected, and it was still an old Muggle. A somewhat baby fat woman replied in horror.

"One...... There is only one time, and it is too late......" Immediately after, a gloomy man's voice came, but from the appearance of the shadow, there was only one figure in the room.

Just then, Rolf vaguely heard something coming from behind him, sliding across the dark floor and coming towards him.

Rolf hurriedly put on his invisibility cloak, then turned around and searched in the darkness.

As the thing approached the glow of the fireplace that shot out of the crack in the door, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a giant serpent, at least twelve feet long.

Is this Nagini? the pretty girl who turned into a serpent because of the blood curse?tsk, Rolf was a little excited to think about it......

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, he shot a green light at Nagini, and the green light that made you panic was so conspicuous in the night that it was difficult for Nagini to notice it.

But her size was too large for her to dodge, so she could only spit snake letters while clumping her body into a ball, hoping to avoid being hurt.

It's just that she didn't know that this green light was not an attack magic, but a wooden contract, and then she disappeared in front of Rolf's eyes, and was accepted by him into the half-plane.

100 points in hand!Friends who have any bad thoughts about Rolf's excitement to see Nagini in the front, please face the wall by yourself!

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"Emm, what's going on?" exclaimed from inside the room, "Nagini, why did I lose contact with him?"

Voldemort's originally cold voice finally fluctuated a little because of the sudden disappearance of his pet.

"Quick! go outside and see if there's something happening to Nagini?" Voldemort urged the wizard he possessed to hurry up.

It was because of this that Rolf saw Voldemort's situation.

It seems that this old boy will do a few tricks back and forth, and he is now attached to the back of a young witch's head as if he were attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

Rolf felt the agitation coming from the unicorn behind him, and just as he was about to calm him down, the unicorn rushed out.

It's just that when his unicorn stabbed Voldemort in the face, the one-hit kill that was supposed to appear did not appear, but instead poured out a large black mist, rolling the witch and Voldemort together and disappearing in front of Rolf.

"Idiot!, if it weren't for ......" There were only five words left around it, but although this voice was somewhat similar to Voldemort's voice, it did not have the kind of coldness that made people shudder.

Instead, it was full of majesty, like the momentum of Professor Dumbledore's speech.

ps: I saw that more than 100 people have canceled their collections one after another in the past few days, so scared that I hurriedly ran out to update.

Guys, wait a minute, okay, I'll be able to evolve into a double monster in 8 days!

Thank you for silently, the most beautiful cub in the heavens, sturbanus, and Jun Yiyan's monthly pass~