Compared to Little Hangleton, Big Hangleton has the air of a modern city.

There were also more pedestrians, and they cast suspicious glances at the young and the old, two guys who were engaged in performance art in the heavy snow.

Dressed strangely and riding a motorcycle.

But these people don't do too much, and there have always been some self-proclaimed "avant-garde artists" who have been behaving in a much more eccentric way than walking in the snow in robes and motorcycles.

Wizards like to place their dwellings in remote and desolate corners.

Gaunt's old house is no exception.

However, unlike the usual mansions protected by magic, it is the same as the old Riddle house, rooted in the deserted mountain road, if not better than it - at least the Riddle old house is still tended, but this old mansion is not cared for.

The grass was gone, the snow crushed the sheds, and they sank in one place after another.

As the hat carried them up cautiously, the old shed emitted a wave of magic, ancient but faint, Harry glanced and quickly determined the source of the magic - it came from the door of the shed.

It's the only piece of furnishing that doesn't fit in with the shack, and the oak door is still strong and guards the leaky house on all sides.

A dead snake is nailed to the door, and it is at the heart of the magic.

Harry checked the snow as he had done in front of Riddle's old house.

"There were a lot of traces of human activity before the snow fell." Harry looked at the last few layers of the destroyed structure, "But the snow is so thick and the marks are so polluted that I can't tell when."

"When it snows, there's no sign of activity."

Dumbledore nodded, but didn't speak, raising his wand and pointing it at the door.

The dead snake struggled and writhed, its mouth hissing, hollow and meaningless, just wailing.

Moments later, the dead snake was reduced to ashes and fell to the ground along with a puddle of rancid black mud.

"Very new curse." Dumbledore concluded, "The spell took about two months, and it was so weak that it didn't even cover up its traces, which is how the Aurors would only step on the trap when they came. ”

Harry nodded in agreement, "That's a clumsy one. ”

With a wave of his wand, the dead weeds in the courtyard burst through the thick layer of snow, turning into a large withered hand and pushing the door open—

A spell shot out of the room.

Slammed into the transfiguration hand, it exploded with a bang, and it flew out in pieces.

"It seems that the host didn't welcome us very much." Harry raised an eyebrow and whistled.

"We didn't get an invitation." Dumbledore shook his head and stepped in first.

Like poking a wand nest.

Magical traps are triggered one after another, and spells of different colors are fired.

It's a big scene – and it's just a scene.

Dumbledore lazily raised his finger and tapped it in front of him, without even pronouncing the incantation "Stop", all the evil magic that had gathered dissipated.

This level is not painful, let alone Dumbledore, even Harry can easily deal with it.

"There's no need for magic in a house like this." Harry looked over and saw that in the witcher's senses, there was not much difference between inside and outside the house, and the wind and snow had eroded mercilessly, and most of the traces were covered in snow.

They moved forward.

Almost every step of the way is a new magical trap.

By the time they reached the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, they had no idea how many feeble attacks they had dealt with—thirty, maybe forty?

The traps on the second floor are not as dense as those on the first floor.

But it has finally become dangerous, a trap and a spell are all profound curses that exude an extremely dangerous and evil aura.

Dumbledore was a scheming man, he faced everything calmly and intercepted all spells.

Harry followed closely behind him, estimating in his heart that if he was the only one, he would be able to deal with all the traps on the first floor, but on the second floor, there would probably be two or three that he couldn't dodge, and he could only rely on the Quinn Fayin to survive.

He had to take back what he had said before.

Even Voldemort in a weakened state is not something that Ron can deal with now, at least a professor, such as Hagrid, or Professor Lupin.

Slowly approach the master bedroom.

"He's wasting so much power." Harry looked back at the hallway that had been destroyed by the spell and became more dilapidated, "Just to make you less bored?" ”

"If it weren't for us, it wouldn't have been so easy for anyone else to break in." Dumbledore shook his head.

He waved his wand and tapped it lightly.

The door to the master bedroom opened, and the wooden door in disrepair shook and pushed inside, making a miserable, long "squeak" sound.

No spells shoot

Dumbledore walked in first, Harry following closely.

When I got to the center of the bedroom, there were still no traps.

Harry cautiously surveyed his surroundings, "There are still traces of the stroller and cradle, but there are many more footprints. ”

"Well, look at the footprints, it's two men and a lady."

"The lady seems to have a very strange relationship with them, and has been staying in the corner, and the two men have a good relationship, and their footprints are very close."

Speaking of this, Harry raised his head and looked at Dumbledore with a blank face: "Wizards can make men have children?" ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and he pursed his lips: "Generally speaking, no. ”

"So there's a way?" Harry lowered his head and continued to check the other corners, "Wizards' magic is amazing. ”

Dumbledore nodded, his tone sighing, "Magic can solve all problems, except for the resurrection of the dead." ”

There was a twinkle in Harry's eyes.

Everything is fine with the witcher, but there is only one problem, and that is fertility.

If he could, he also hoped that he would have a child when he became an adult and after he got married, something he never had, even if he would become a giver in the future, he would also like to feel it well.

After the night of the Santa Ball, he often thinks about this question these days.

Now it seems that I am a little too worried.

Yes, even men and men can have children, let alone a man and a woman—think Hagrid, he can even have children between two creatures of completely different species and without any commonality.

What's more, although he is a freak demon hunter, he still has something in common with humans.

Well.

I'll have to study this magic when I get back.

Dumbledore touched his chin thoughtfully, "So you suspect that Tom had a baby with a man?" ”

"He's your student, after all." Harry was succinct and tossed the mattress.

Exactly like Riddle's House, with only traces of the baby sleeping.

"I have a lot of students." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry walked to the closet: "But he's the most special"

His voice stopped abruptly.

In the closet, a small ring sits in the center.

The text in the letter came to his mind to "stop him from wearing the ring", and Harry had been wondering why the "ring" had appeared in this matter, and now that the ring was finally exposed.

A gilded ring with a black gemstone.

"Harry?" Dumbledore noticed his strangeness, walked quickly, and reached out to pat Harry on the shoulder, but his eyes were first drawn to the contents of the cupboard.

Black Jewel Gold Ring.

This may be an extremely valuable thing to ordinary people, but it is not worth mentioning to Harry or Dumbledore, who have long since passed the stage of life where they are too much materialistic - Harry is not short of money, Dumbledore wants nothing else.

But this ring firmly attracted their attention.

The deep, dark gems reflected the eyes of both of them, amber and azure, mixed with gold, like a kaleidoscope.

"Resurrection Stone." Dumbledore muttered, his voice distorted.

"Resurrection Stone?" Harry held back the throbbing inside him and asked.

Dumbledore's voice became more distorted: "One of the legendary Three Hallows, it has the power to resurrect the dead. ”

And at the moment when his words fell.

Harry's ears rang with an extremely bewitching voice.

"Do you want to resurrect your parents?"

In front of him, no longer the gold ring, there were two figures, people he had only seen in the photo album - his father, James Potter, and his mother, Lily Potter.

"Put it on, and you will resurrect them without paying any price."

"The lost affection will come back in this moment."

Raise the dead.

What a seductive word.

Harry couldn't help but raise his hand and grope his way forward, towards his parents, he longed, he couldn't wait.

But at this time.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice rang in his ears.

The picture in front of me changed again.

Hermione's face was anxious, and she grabbed her hand in a concerned tone, "Harry, don't think so much, no. ”

That's what Hermione said to herself when she wanted to study the "Time Turner" after learning about it.

The picture rushes to everything.

Back to the night of the Christmas party two days ago, he and Hermione kissed by the lake, under the moonlight.

He woke up suddenly.

The vision returned, and he saw the ring again, and his finger was only a few centimeters away from it, and he was about to touch it.

Even if the resurrection were true, but. And how can there be no price.

The ring was still full of temptation, but he firmly withdrew his hand, maybe the legend of the Resurrection Stone was true, but he could not leave the reality behind, nor could he abandon what he had, what was most dear to him, and he would just be reckless and wear the ring without any precautions.

At least after making sure this thing is safe.

He looked back.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, his face sad, expectant, yearning: "Ariana, wait for me, I'm coming"

He didn't have Harry in front of him, and he didn't have the ring.

There is only one, only he can see, the figure he desires the most.

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