At this moment, Uncle Vernon was completely transformed into a furious people: "Who cares if this is a good behavior or not!" ”

"Say, the principal of a magic school in your hall basically comes to our house every year during the holidays, what the hell are you thinking!"

"Do you want to do magic experiments with our stick boys! Ha, I'll just say, the evil wizard has finally shown his feet! ”

A look of obvious astonishment flashed across Professor Dumbledore's face, and he didn't know what to answer for a moment.

The two stared at each other, and Aunt Vernon, despite the trembling of his legs, still clutched the barrel of the gun, eager to shoot Professor Dumbledore out of the door.

It took a while for Professor Dumbledore to react and cough twice, "Mr. Dursley, you may have misunderstood......"

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After a good exchange for a long time, Uncle Vernon went into the kitchen with his restored shotgun and dragged Dudley from him, who was munching on his share of grapefruit.

However, Dudley's size was like a small mountain, and Uncle Vernon hadn't succeeded in pulling it for the first time.

Dudley looked up at his father dissatisfied, only to find that his father had an angry face, his fuchsia face had not fully recovered, and he was still holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

He was instantly frightened, and hurriedly followed, not forgetting to take the uneaten grapefruit into his arms before leaving.

"Hallie!" Before Aunt Vernon entered the kitchen, he yelled in an unfriendly voice, "Your headmaster is here!" ”

After a while, the upstairs door opened.

Harley quickly slipped the black robe and veil she wore to Diagon Alley into her pocket, and trotted down the stairs.

Although she had received a letter from Professor Dumbledore three days earlier, saying that she was going to take her to find the Horcruxes.

But Harry had expected Professor Dumbledore to come over at nine o'clock in the morning, as usual.

As a result, Professor Dumbledore traveled slightly earlier today, arriving at eight o'clock.

During this time, Hallie often went to Diagon Alley to buy materials or visit second-hand bookstores, and only came back when she took a nap in the middle of the day.

So her breakfast and dinner are also habitually settled in the shop in Diagon Alley.

This morning, while Hallie was eating a sandwich, she felt a reminder from the Magic Mirror that she had left at home.

She knew that Professor Dumbledore had arrived, and hurried back.

"Good morning, Professor." Harley walked into the living room and saw Professor Dumbledore leaning alone on the couch with his eyes closed, raising his hand to say hello.

"Good morning, Harry." Professor Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "It's a nice day, isn't it?" ”

"yes, the weather is good." Hallie responded, "Professor, you're here so early today. ”

"After all, I'm about to do something big, and I'm a little sleepless with excitement," Professor Dumbledore waved his hand, two more glasses and a small kettle in front of him.

He poured himself a glass of yellow honey water and held it up to Hallie,

"Would you like a drink? With only water and honey, it tastes much better than butterbeer and pumpkin juice. ”

"Of course, I prefer mead with extra honey. However, before the action, I am afraid that it is not suitable to drink. ”

Harley glanced at the glass of liquid, it was so viscous, the ratio of water to honey could reach 1 to 1.

She immediately shook her head, "No, Professor, I've had breakfast." ”

"That's a shame you can't enjoy this delicious food."

Professor Dumbledore enjoyed a large sip of honey water, his face full of intoxication,

"You should be ready, right? As the letter says, I discovered the location of one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. ”

"So I want to take you with me for a live teaching."

"Thank you, Professor, for your kindness," Harley bowed slightly, "I'm ready to go." ”

"In that case, we don't waste much time." Professor Dumbledore stood up from the couch, the unfinished honey water in his hand and the kettle on the table vanishing into thin air.

He looked at the clock on the wall: "Let's go now?" ”

"Okay, Professor." Hallie nodded.

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The sun was in full bloom in the sky, shining on the earth below.

A country road is lined with tall, tangled shrubs, and overhead is a clear, blue summer sky.

Sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting spots of light on the ground and swaying to the rhythm of the breeze.

Two figures suddenly appeared on the path.

Harley calmed down the nausea a bit, and asked Professor Dumbledore:

"Professor, can you teach me apparition? It was too uncomfortable for the retinue to show up. ”

"But you're not old enough," Professor Dumbledore said,

"The Ministry of Magic has enacted a law that only wizards who are close to seventeen years old are eligible to learn apparitions, and only after the age of seventeen can they obtain the relevant qualifications, and they can bear legal responsibility for their actions."

"Like another big thing I did this summer, there were some parts of it that weren't as good as they could be. This is also because only adults can be fully legally responsible. ”

"We all know that there are geniuses in this world, but underage geniuses can't be held legally responsible, can they?"

Harley didn't respond directly, just prepared to go to Sirius to study.

Sirius had always been lawless, and certainly wouldn't mind teaching himself to apparition.

Hallie casually changed the subject:

"Then Professor, can you at least tell me what you did this summer that involved underage wizards?"

"Oh, that doesn't tell you that we're going to keep a little mystery." Professor Dumbledore shook his head, a smile on his face.

Harley pursed her lips, but she didn't expect an answer.

She looked at the wooden signpost in front of her, which had two pointing arrows:

Great Hangleton, five miles.

Little Hangleston, a mile.

"Where is the old Gaunt House?" Harley immediately corresponded to the memories of the Ministry of Magic employee named Ogden here,

"Professor, did you associate Gaunt with Voldemort's original name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, search for relevant memories, and find traces of magic here?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded, "Very keen sense of smell, Harry. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Harley put her hands behind her back, slightly half a step behind Professor Dumbledore.

The two chatted and walked along the road, soon coming to a valley.

In the middle of two steep valleys sits a village, with towering churches and large cemeteries.

On the hillside across the valley, there is a large, but slightly old, mansion surrounded by a large green meadow.

"Little Hangleston, where Tom's poor father lives." Professor Dumbledore said softly.

"Professor, I'm really curious,"

Hallie said maliciously, thinking about the feasibility of the plan,

"If the Death Eaters were told that Voldemort's father was a Muggle, how would they react?"

"Probably not to any avail." Professor Dumbledore shook his head, "You can never wake up a group of people who are pretending to be asleep. ”

"Pure-blood families don't really care if Tom is a pure-blood Slytherin descendant as he claims to be, they only care about what Tom can leave for themselves."

"As a result, they didn't expect that Tom's words had such a powerful demagogic power, attracting many pure-blood little wizards and successfully brainwashing him."

"That's why the pure-blood families are tied to Tom's camp."

"Because the older generation is bound by interests, the younger generation is willing to follow from the bottom of their hearts."

Harley couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The two continued to chat about various topics, and instead of walking towards Little Hangleton, led by Professor Dumbledore, they turned right along the path and entered a narrower intersection.

The road is of poor quality, with winding, potholes, rocks, and leads to a small area of pitch black wood.

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand slightly, but the trees around him didn't move.

"Interesting," Professor Dumbledore whispered, "it seems that Tom has put some thought into it here. ”

"Hallie, I think we should be more vigilant, after all, Tom is not bad, he has advanced certain magic to unprecedented heights."

The two drew their wands, and Harley's single ponytail, which had been tied to spider silk, automatically scattered, and black flames flowed from it.

The two walked slowly around the edge of the forest, and there was a house on the side.

The house was identical to the one Ogden remembers, with moss-covered walls and many of the tiles on the roof having fallen off.

The windowsill was covered with dirt, and the windows were blurred.

But the dense nettles around the house disappeared, revealing the bare ground.

On the wooden door of the house, there was a doorknob of unknown material, a doorknob made of a dead snake.

Professor Dumbledore stopped, looked the snake nailed to the door up and down, and did not rush to push it.

Harley also stopped, observing the hut, feeling the malice and curse coming from above.

"A strong curse," Harley sighed softly, "no wonder Professor you think that Voldemort advanced certain magic to an unprecedented degree." ”

"yes," Professor Dumbledore nodded, "Tom has always been a fond of dark arts, and curses are one of his favorites. ”

"I'm afraid these curses are no less lethal than the Avada Suo Curse."

Harley drew her wand and pointed at the door, a green glow converging in her eyes.

After a few moments, Harley lowered her wand and whispered, "Professor, I think Voldemort needs to check on his Horcruxes once in a while. ”

"Just like the cave, he set up the defenses to guard the Horcruxes, but still left a small boat for himself to come and see."

"So there should be a mechanism to open the door, like ...... Parseltongue cavity. ”

"Very sound analysis, Hallie." Professor Dumbledore nodded,

"Tom is a kid who likes to take possession of memorabilia and put locks on them that only he can open."

"He has always considered himself the last heir of Slytherin, and only Slytherin bloodline can inherit the Parseltongue."

"So that's really the closest answer to the right one."

Hallie looked at the doorknob and said softly in a snake voice with a "hiss", "Open the door!" ”

The dead snake nailed to the door suddenly came to life, and the curse on it fluctuated and restrained, turning into enough magic.

It stretched out sharply and pulled open the door to the hut.

Professor Dumbledore took his wand and lit it up, leaving some magic behind before cautiously stepping inside.

Harley followed, and the ice made a path on the ground and formed two icicles, jamming the door.

It was pitch black in the room, and the darkness was very viscous, like the cave.

Professor Dumbledore quickly unleashed the Glowing Charm, but the light did not penetrate the darkness.

However, with the limited light, the two of them still barely managed to take a clear look at the place.

The layout was very similar to that of Ogden's memory, with only a few objects shifting their bearings.

From the outside, the cottage was very dirty, but inside it was spotless, as if his owner had just left.

"Tom is proud of his Slytherin blood, and this is the last residence of the orthodox Slytherin heir."

Professor Dumbledore whispered, as if to explain to Harry, and as if to exclaim,

"With his character, he will indeed protect this place, protect the former residence of the Slytherin heir."

"Let's look around here, Hallie, and be careful not to touch anything."

The two began to split up, and the small living room was quickly searched.

But there is nothing here, not even items with a curse attached.

Harry quickly searched for it, and when she turned her head to look at Professor Dumbledore, she found the old man crouching in front of a door with great interest.

Harley thought back, and the door seemed to lead to Old Gaunt's bedroom.

"I think I found it." Professor Dumbledore whispered, "There's a little bit of Tom on this door." ”

Professor Dumbledore looked at the door and beckoned again, "Harry, you're going to have to work hard again." ”

"It seems that Tom is modeled after the structure of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and has two doors here. It's a bad taste. ”

Harley walked over to take a closer look, only to realize the malice hidden in the depths of the door.

Voldemort also had a strong grasp of wizards, and the door at the door was filled with a more obvious curse, which could be felt by magicians.

But that's just a defense on the surface, and if someone cracks the curse outside and doesn't feel the curse inside, there's a good chance that they'll let their guard down.

If no special items are found in the living room and the kitchen with the door open, the unknown visitor will subconsciously push open the only closed door.

At this time, the curse hidden in the depths of the door will kick in, giving the intruder a fatal blow.

"What a genius child, it would have been better if he hadn't taken this crooked path." Professor Dumbledore shook his head and sighed again.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!) ）

(PS. There is a word limit for the writer's words, so please start reading from here.) ）

(In the chapter I wrote yesterday, some friends criticized Harley for guiding Peter Pettigrew to resurrect Voldemort, which would lead to the death of innocent wizards in the wizarding world, no different from Voldemort.)

Here, the author wants to make a clarification, first of all, the author will definitely not write this kind of story that does not conform to the three views of normal people.

As can be seen from the foregoing, the author tries his best to write about a witch who plays positively, so the rituals used to promote the Witch of Despair are also enemies, such as those pirates who cause chaos, rather than creating disasters like the Great Smog of Beckland like the Witch Sect like Nightingale. ）

What's more, in the eyes of the protagonist, the future members of the wizarding world are their own anchors, so they will also try their best to avoid the death of such innocents.

So the situations that some readers have raised, such as the death of an ordinary wizard because of Harley, the author has a way to avoid this situation.

Let's talk about the author's conception, which is not a spoiler. The means of resurrection have already been spoken of in the original book, in which there is the flesh of a servant and the blood of an enemy.

First of all, the blood of the enemy, and Harley's will definitely not be used here. But Harley can manipulate Peter Pettigrew's forgery and add special ingredients to his blood.

And the servant's meat will also choose Peter Pettigrew, where there is also a lot of room for manipulation.

In addition, Voldemort's soul is fragile and problematic, and it is convenient to hint that he is lurking or planning in other directions, and will be wiped out by Harley without causing killing.

Some readers may ask, why didn't I say it yesterday? This is because Harley doesn't know how Voldemort will be resurrected for the time being, so there will be problems when this paragraph is written. I can only put it in the words of the writer now.

(End of chapter)