In the hazy moonlight, the abandoned old Gaunt house was hidden in a wood, and a thin mist filled the surroundings, and there were no people nearby.

As a fanatical Slytherin descendant, and not quite mentally normal, how could he be a Muggle neighbor?

This is Big Hangleston, an abandoned place under the wave of modernity.

Zhang Xiao stood in the distance, the whole valley was unobstructed, and there was a village in the distance, that was Little Hangerton, and there was a family window lit at this time.

The whole village is nestled between two steep hillsides, and the church and cemetery are clearly visible.

"Look at that." Dumbledore pointed to a very imposing mansion on the hillside across the valley, surrounded by a large green meadow.

"See? That's Riddle Mansion - I guess you know Tom's life, the journal, right? ”

In fact, it's not just a diary, Zhang Xiao said 'um':

"The Dark Lord's biological father?"

He had the strange idea of replacing old Tom Riddle's bones with dog-chewing gum now.

In fact, this practice does not make much sense, because Voldemort definitely has more than one resurrection method, as he told Wormtail, he can easily be resurrected with the help of someone.

But he was too superstitious to believe in any 'prophecy', so he chose this way.

"Actually, there are a few very interesting memories, and I'm going to show you them."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment and shook his head:

"The sluggishness peculiar to older people, the lack of a sense of urgency for time, is terrible. Let's go back. ”

He stared at the canyon below for a moment, and said softly:

"Let's go."

Dumbledore pulled out a small umbrella with a stamp out of nowhere, opened it and jumped forward with it.

Then it was like a dandelion, falling lightly with the wind.

Zhang Xiao jumped forward, shook his body in mid-air, and turned into a peregrine falcon to chase Dumbledore.

Unsure of whether it was safe on the ground, he cautiously chose to hover in the air.

It wasn't until Dumbledore landed on the ground that he landed beside him.

"Animagus, every time you see me, you can't help but admire this magic that can be called magical."

Dumbledore's long beard trembled, and he put away his small umbrella, not knowing where it was hidden:

"This is the work of my old friend Nick, because his wife, Perenel, used to dream of fairy tales with an umbrella falling from the sky."

Zhang Xiao nodded, but there was no doubt.

Dumbledore had just taken a parasol, which appeared in Europe relatively early, probably in the 12th century, and was generally used by ladies to shade the sun.

But umbrellas, that had to wait until the 17th century, were spread out in China.

"Then from here, I think you have to be careful."

Dumbledore's interest was noticeably high, and to Zhang Xiao, he seemed to regard unlocking Voldemort's obstacles as a fun game.

But it's no wonder that in the entire West, there are only a few people who can stand on the same level as Dumbledore.

Nicolame counted as one, but Nick was focused on alchemy for most of his energy, and he also preferred to enjoy a quiet life.

The old man of Newmond Gadri is one, but he understands everything.

Only Tom, and only Tom, could make Dumbledore use the idea of facing an enemy against him.

The two of them came to a narrow dirt road, or not a road, because there were no people, and the weeds had already taken over the place.

It should be more appropriate to use a trail.

The shrubs are tall and dense, and the paths are winding and potholed, covered with rocks and yellow grass roots.

The moon had grown higher and higher, and its brilliance had grown brighter, but the ancient trees overhead had obscured the moonlight, and there was only a dark and dense shadow, and the house that was half-hidden in the tangled trees.

The old man, who was more than a hundred years old, suddenly waved his wand sharply, and a series of light points erupted from the tip of the wand, escaping in the air and disappearing rapidly.

Then he quickly crouched down, carefully kneeling on the ground and watching something.

Zhang Xiao had already opened his eyes, and his eyes were originally wrapped in mist, and the hazy Gaunt Mansion seemed to be much clearer suddenly.

The vanishing points of light were clearly visible in his line of sight, and they were like fireflies, gathering one by one, marking some suspicious places.

And it meanders to form a path of light on the ground, much like the fireflies in "Monster Hunter: World" that I played in my previous life.

Dumbledore stood up and said calmly:

"Zhang, it looks safe on the outside – but that's probably not good news."

Zhang Xiao looked at the bottomless darkness and creepy malice of the old Gaunt mansion like an abyss.

"This shows that Voldemort is very confident in the defenses inside, so he doesn't pay attention to the defenses outside?"

Dumbledore said with relief:

"It seems that you have a good understanding of Tom's thinking, and yes, Tom is proud, proud to the point of arrogance.

Well—I suddenly wanted to see what Tom had done to make him feel confident. ”

Zhang Xiao suddenly felt that Dumbledore seemed to be ten years younger suddenly, with a smile on his face, and he just strode forward.

Hey, the old man is talking about juvenile madness? Left lead

cough cough, Zhang Xiao focused his attention on the old Gaunt mansion in front of him.

He thought it was a strange idea to pick this place to build a house, or rather, it was a strange decision to let those big trees grow next to the house.

The trees block all the light and also block the valley below.

The walls of the building were covered with mottled patches of color, and it took Zhang Xiao a while to recognize that it was moss, and many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and they had long since lost their function of covering.

It was revealed that the rafters inside had long since rotted, and there were dense nettles growing around it, and the tall nettles reached up to the windows, which were very small and covered with thick old dirt.

In short, this house perfectly fits all the definitions of unhappiness, like in China, once this kind of wild house appears in the story, it must be a supernatural story.

Dumbledore shook his sleeves, covered his hands and the Elder Wand in his hand, and led the way.

The door of the old mansion, though still there, still hung crookedly on the hinge, making one wonder if it would suddenly fall.

With a tooth-aching sound, the old wooden door, with various scratches on its surface, was pulled open, and a thick smell of smoke mixed with rotting and moldy things poured out of the doorway.

In addition, Zhang Xiao's nose also smelled a strange fishy smell hidden under these two smells.

"Oh, how do you say? Reasonable, unexpected? ”

Dumbledore snorted, the wand in his hand lit up, and Zhang Xiao looked through the gap next to him, only to see that a corner of the hall had become a snake's nest.

I don't know who dug a large pit where it was supposed to be a kitchen, and the pit was filled with the white bones of small animals.

In the dining room, several thick snakes straightened up, staring at the unexpected visitors with cold eyes, and the red and bright letters kept swallowing.

Not only that, Zhang Xiao only felt that there was a constant sound of 'squeezing' around him, and he saw snakes of different sizes swimming out of the bushes outside and in the path.

Layered and densely packed, they straightened up, made an attacking stance, and slowly approached.

It's winter! Why don't these snakes hibernate?

"Professor, is this the Dark Lord's defense?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang endured the nausea in his heart, he was not afraid of these snakes, but the number of them was so large that it made him feel a little disgusting.

Even in Slytherin, not everyone likes snakes! [Si Gong is a good snake]!

Dumbledore carefully looked at the vipers around him, as if to tell if they belonged to magical beasts:

"I think it's more likely that the original owner liked to keep snakes, and after Tom came here, he kept his uncle's pet here.

By the way, Tom is a big fan of snakes, so I think it's more likely that they have made their home here."

But why not hibernate!

Zhang Xiao took out the jade silk that he had burned from Harry last semester, and struck it with his wand, and Harry's immature voice echoed in the room:

(Fuck off!) ）”

The Parseltongue's control over snakes was obviously better than Zhang Xiao imagined, even if it was transcribed from Harry, these snakes obediently lowered their heads, as if they heard the king's order, turned the snake's head and disappeared into the jungle.

Dumbledore's hand holding the wand loosened a little, and he looked at Zhang Xiao in surprise:

"Excellent response.

I was going to use an effective banishment spell, but in such a short period of time I could think of using Harry's Parseltongue.

Undoubtedly, your methods are much better than mine. ”

Zhang Xiao put away the jade silk and said nonchalantly:

"Maybe I don't know how to use that very effective banishment spell, that's why I came up with Parseltongue?"

Obviously it was just an unintentional answer, but Dumbledore was thinking very seriously, and he nodded slowly:

"Zhang, you're right"

A ray of moon shone through the poor narrow window, and thankfully, the dirty, dirty glass had shattered, otherwise Zhang Xiao suspected that the glass was comparable to a blackout curtain.

Dumbledore pulled out a delicate, lighter-like gadget and pressed it gently.

That should be a light extinguisher.

Zhang Xiao watched in amazement as small clusters of light emerged from the lights out, jumping and running to any place that could be used as a light source.

For example—the crumbling rusted chandelier overhead, the crooked lampholder on the broken table, and the small half-pile of gray candle holders in the corner.

Conceptual. Zhang Xiao looked thoughtfully at the place where the light emitted by the light extinguisher was located, if I guessed correctly, the principle of the light extinguisher is the concept of the light source?

Hey, that's a bit unreasonable!

Dumbledore looked at the brighter room with satisfaction:

"Zhang, let's see what skills Tom has shown us."

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)