Riddle House was at the end of the village, and it didn't fit in with Little Hangleton.

It seems to have been stuck four or five centuries ago, and there was not even an asphalt road built there, only a muddy path covered in snow.

The hat cursed all the way, and begged several times to fly again.

Harry didn't agree, he didn't believe in the hat's technique, he was afraid that he would rush into Riddle's house, not because he felt sorry for the dilapidated old building, but because he was worried that there might be a magic trap left by Voldemort inside.

As the hat cautiously approached.

The building is not as deserted as it seems, and there have been people living here for a long time, but the traces are very old, and the latest ones are at least half a year ago.

They stopped at the door.

Harry drew his Gryffindor sword and put Qunn's on himself, and Dumbledore swung his wand to put the armor charm on both of them.

"I didn't feel the magic." Dumbledore looked at the dilapidated mansion.

Harry nodded, "I didn't perceive anything either. ”

He bowed his head.

The snow at the entrance of the mansion piled up over the steps, and no one had passed for a long time.

He crouched down again, waved his wand, and swept away layer after layer of snow, Dumbledore didn't quite know why he did it, just watched quietly.

"Since the first snowfall, no one has moved." When the last layer of snow cleared, revealing some damp dirt, Harry clapped his hands and got up, "There are no footprints, and the snow is well layered, and it hasn't been cleaned." ”

"Maybe Tom hasn't been here since the beginning." Dumbledore walked over to him.

Harry nodded, "It's better if he hadn't been here, I wish he had forgotten to dispose of his father's dark history." ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, he followed Harry all the way to the door, and then slowly spoke: "You seem to be more concerned about Tom's black history?" ”

"Words are powerful weapons." Harry nodded and tapped on the door with his wand, "In my second year, I was angry because he couldn't tell me, and I took the chance. ”

"You already know a lot about his black history." Dumbledore whispered.

Harry paused in the doorway, his eyes deep, and looked down the stairs into the depths of the room, "The more you know, the more weapons you can choose from. ”

"And we may not be wrong."

The smell of decay was pushed open as the door was pushed open, and he couldn't wait to burrow into his nose.

There is the smell of rotting wood, rotting vegetables and fruits, and the aftertaste of rotting human body.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the magic poured in, inspecting every nook and cranny: "There are no magic traps. ”

Harry walked in, with a clear goal, and went straight to the second floor.

The door to the master bedroom is open.

The smell of decomposing corpses also came from here.

It was no longer a corpse, to be exact, but a dry bone, and the flesh and blood had long been eaten by creatures large and small, and even those creatures were scattered, leaving only some small corpses lying around the dry bones.

"Dead for at least three months." Harry took out the dragonskin glove and put it on, picked up a bone and looked at it closely, "It's not too discolored, no more than six months." ”

"Died during the summer vacation?" Dumbledore summed it up for him.

Harry nodded, put down the humerus, broke off a small rib, and crushed it into several pieces with a slight squeeze in his hand: "Osteophysis, very old, not necessarily much younger than you." ”

"Is it the same when I die?" Dumbledore sighed.

Harry shook his head, "No. ”

Dumbledore snorted.

"At least there will be a coffin or an urn as a person." Harry continued to inspect the ground around the bones, "And there will be a cemetery, I promise you, even if your relatives don't want to do it." ”

"This is the best news I've heard this year." Dumbledore smiled brightly.

Harry dropped the bone, "Over sixty, not sure if it's a wizard, male." ”

"There were no external injuries at the time of death, and these disgusting traces were the concentrated water after the corpse had decomposed, and the traces left by other creatures eating the corpse."

"It's a pity that he died for too long, and I can't be sure if he was poisoned, but if it was that one, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been poisoned."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Curse? ”

"Quite possibly." Harry stood up and sighed slowly, "But it's just possible, many traces can't be seen clearly, and I can get very little information." ”

He continued to check around the house.

The tenants who broke in suddenly didn't mean to clean the house.

This was good news for Harry.

The different levels of dust made the traces of three months ago unobstructed under his eyes, and what he could see surprised him.

"Professor Dumbledore, you can't believe what I've found." Harry shook his head and crouched down beside the couch.

Dumbledore was interested: "Tom's more black history? ”

"I'm afraid it's even more unbelievable than black history." Harry had a strange look in his eyes, "There was only one adult's footprint in the room, and he was pushing a four-wheeled cart and kept pushing. ”

"On this couch, there was also a basket about thirty inches long."

"You know what I mean."

Dumbledore opened his mouth in surprise, raised his hand and gently pushed his glasses, and looked at the sofa incredulously, "You mean the child?" ”

Four-wheeled cars are uncommon, and those that need to be pushed all the time are even rarer.

And combined with a basket that can hold just enough for a baby.

It's hard not to deduce such a result.

Harry nodded, "Maybe, I just said maybe." ”

"He's just a little quirky about this guy, he needs to push a stroller to walk, and he doesn't like to sit on a good sofa, so he has to put a basket with some weight."

"Of course, like you, I'm more inclined to him with children."

He slowly stood up and walked to the bed in the bedroom, where a thick layer of ash had accumulated on the mattress, and lifted it up, and the mattress was flat with only traces of tiny creatures crawling, and the weather turned cold, and after eating the old man's corpse, these creatures lived here.

But there was no trace of an adult sleeping.

Dumbledore frowned.

Harry walked over to the window and opened it, and the cold wind blew in and hit him in the face: "Now I have two ideas. ”

"The first is that a lady is holding her newborn child and living in this house, only to be discovered by her elders, or by trackers sent by the man with a bad heart, or by anyone who wants to hinder her from being with the child, and the lady has to use a life-requisition charm to eliminate the person who finds them, and then escape."

Dumbledore walked over to Harry and let the cold wind blow in his face, "It's a great story, if you want, maybe you can write something as good as Lockhart." ”

"The second conjecture."

Harry continued.

"Our senior Tom, in the years of disappearing, gave birth to a child, and he has a son when he is old, he values this child very much and has always taken good care of it."

Dumbledore's expression was indifferent: "It's hard to believe, but if your discovery is true, it's not impossible." ”

"Whose child?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore was stunned.

"You know more about him than I do, whose child do you think it will be?" Harry continued to ask.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Tom was very popular at school, but he didn't develop a single relationship, and I don't know anything about what happened after he left school. ”

As he spoke, his face became strange: "Maybe after the first grade, in order to regain his strength, he has to find his old lover." ”

"It's a good direction, Harry I will."

Harry naturally took over, "I'll let Miss Skeeter investigate these things, she's more experienced than you." ”

Dumbledore nodded, without hesitation, and agreed.

They searched the dilapidated mansion again, but many years passed, the owner had changed, and almost all the contents were furnishings from the past ten years, and the traces of the Riddle family had long since been erased.

There was a log cabin outside the mansion, and Harry and Dumbledore didn't miss it.

This dilapidated cottage has more life than the mansion, but it has also accumulated dust for months and has become dilapidated.

Who is the man who died on the second floor?

The two of them also had the answer in their hearts.

But they did nothing but erase their traces, leaving the old mansion and returning to Little Hangleton, where Dumbledore secretly cast a spell on a man, planting a hint in his heart that he should go to Riddle's mansion these days to find the bones.

Ordinary police can't be expected to solve the wizard's case.

At least give the bones a home so that he can be buried.

They continued their journey towards Big Hangleton, the same place name, just the difference between "big" and "small", and they were not far apart.

The hat was honestly on the road, not very fast, only fifty miles per hour, and it removed the protection of the spell and enjoyed the feeling of speed.

"What would you do if Senior Tom really had a child?" On the way, Harry suddenly asked.

Dumbledore didn't have time to answer.

The hat braked suddenly, almost throwing the two out: "What did you say?" That guy, he has a baby? ”

"Just a guess." Harry patted the dashboard, "Drive well, or let me come." ”

"No, no, no, I can." The hat continued to drive gently, "What's that guess?" ”

"In the house, I found some traces of what could be a stroller, a baby bassinet." Harry replied with a blank face.

"The child is innocent." Dumbledore sighed, "I missed Tom's education back then, and I can't miss his children anymore. ”

Harry rubbed his cheeks, "I'm not talking about the future, it's the present, Senior Tom doesn't look like a person who can have a father's love." ”

"Could that kid be some of his means?"

"Are there any spells like this in the dark arts?"

Dumbledore broke out in a cold sweat: "With a baby? Harry, I've never been involved in the dark arts, though I know a bit about the dark arts. Such an evil field. ”

"I hope he won't, after all, it's his own flesh and blood."

Harry reminded him, "Maybe not, just pick from somewhere." ”

Dumbledore's face became more serious: "Then we'll have to find him sooner." ”

The Sorting Hat increases the horsepower.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and a pitch-black arrow was nailed towards the Great Hangerton.

In less than half an hour, they arrived.

Today is the first chapter, suddenly a little dizzy and nauseous, tomorrow will continue to be ten thousand

(End of chapter)