When Eren returns to the night of 1996 from 1066, he finds himself standing outside the very old, dilapidated, decaying stone arch of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

In the chaotic room, Alan saw at a glance his mother sitting on the stone steps wiping her tears, and Daisy who was half-holding her mother and gently comforting her while wiping her tears.

"Huh, vigil, there's an intruder!" an Auror's surprised voice sounded, and immediately issued a warning, but in the next second, Allen's figure disappeared. He wasn't alone, there were several Aurors who saw it from different angles.

A wizard who had just appeared in front of the arch, with a terrifying aura all over his body, his hooded head slightly lowered and his face could not be seen clearly, but his skin under the silver hair was not as pale as a living person, and although his stay was very short, short enough for the Aurors to think that they had a delusion, they could see that a bone belt made of a devil's skull in the shape of a sheep's horn skull tied around the man's waist exuded the smell of hell.

They quickly raised the alarm, and the Aurors in the room sprang into action, some rushing towards the archway, some quickly gathering in front of Mrs. Harris and Daisy to protect them, and others immediately attempting to contact the Aurors' office and report the situation to their superiors.

In the blink of an eye, the man was gone. The others, hearing the alarm, looked towards the arch, only to find nothing under the high arch, only the drapery fluttering gently, as if it had just been touched.

A valley presented to Alan at a glance. He saw a village, undoubtedly Little Hangleton, nestled between two steep hillsides, with a church and a cemetery clearly visible.

The Phantom of Allen, who only knew the approximate location of Gaunt's old mansion, had shifted to Little Hangdon, and he needed a local Muggle to guide the way, and because the ring itself was viciously cursed by Voldemort, even if it was put into the spatial storage compartment to absorb the soul in Voldemort's Horcrux, it would only be possible for Alan to touch it with his own hands.

In order to avoid further surprises, and to be cautious, Alan needs to have someone try on the Marvolo Gaunt ring with the resurrection stone on his behalf. And because of the time constraints, Alan did not look for the heinous criminals, or the most heinous criminals, and he caught a Muggle at Little Hangleston, the first thing he saw, it was a medium-sized man, he was quite plump, fat, well maintained, his shaved chin and neck were as undulating as heels, and it gradually extended to his fat, jelly-shivering cheeks—which made his face look a little like Neville's pet.

Casting a spell on the man to glue his lips together to prevent his pig-killing screams from coming out, Eren recounted the red-faced man, and his gaze looked across the valley on the hillside in the direction of Grand Hangelton.

In order to save time, Alan picked up the muggle and teleported it through the phantom shift to a location about four or five miles away in front of a very dilapidated house.

The Muggle looked horrified at the only curvy, potholed, rock-strewn dirt road leading to the house, and he couldn't figure out why the strange man in front of him, who didn't know if he was a man or a ghost, had led him to such an unguarded haunted place—which made the Muggle man clench his thighs.

The house was half-hidden in the tangled trees, and although the sky was sparsely moonlit, the ancient trees overhead cast a cool, dark and dense shadow that blocked all light. The walls were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and the rafters inside were exposed here or there. The house was surrounded by dense nettles, high nettles all the way to the windows, which were very small and covered with a thick layer of aged dirt.

Alan petrified the middle-aged man and threw him under a stout tree, then turned into a cloud of black mist, quickly searching for the traces of the ring in Gaunt's old mansion. Although Voldemort arranged a large number of spells in the old mansion of Gaunt in order to protect the resurrection stone, it was just that the power he used was all black magic, curses, and the power of death, and after reading the Nether scroll and going to the underworld to see the Grim Reaper, Alan had a deeper theoretical understanding of these dark powers than the second generation of the Dark Lord, so Allen, who had learned the spell counter, did not touch the magic traps he had set at all, so he walked directly into it and found the location of the resurrection stone.

The branches swayed in the breeze, and a full moon peeked out of the faint clouds.

"Fragmented. As soon as Allen's words fell, the milky white camphor box was torn apart, and an ugly black gemstone ring lay quietly on the fine white cashmere, with the jewel engraved with Peverell's medallion.

At this moment, a voice hissed from the ring: "I see your heart, you are keen on power......" but before the words of temptation were finished, Allen's figure disappeared. The ring let out a chagrined sigh and returned to its black appearance.

A face flashed through the darkness, the layers of overlapping branches above his head like fangs and claws, causing the eyes of the Muggles lying motionless on the ground to widen in horror.

"Mr. Alix Clarknell, I'm sorry. Alan said to the Muggle who had been thrown under the root of the tree.

"Hmm......" Alix heard his own voice, he moved his fingers, realizing that he was in control of his body again, but then he floated in the air, flying uncontrollably after Allen.

"What are you going to do?" Alix looked at Allen's figure, his back was cold, and his whole body trembled and trembled, and he didn't even think to hide it.

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But Allen, who was in a hurry, was not in the mood to answer his words.

Alex was thrown straight in front of the ring, beads of sweat broke out on his lips, his throat was dry, and he looked at the ring as if he had seen a ghost. "Don't be afraid......" The hissing voice sounded again, but before he could play a role to tempt the Muggle in front of him to put it on his hand, it flew into the air, and the Muggle's hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and it reached forward stiffly, and the ring was placed directly on his thick finger.

Suddenly, the Muggle's face showed an expression of enjoyment and satisfaction, but Alan saw the black gas quickly spread down his hand, burning and corroding his skin, he trembled as if he had been electrocuted, every muscle tensed, and the green tendons in his temples jumped one by one, but the expression on his face was extremely enjoyable and indulgent.

"A powerful curse. Alan judged the power contained in it, no matter how talented and hard-working Voldemort was born as a half-blood orphan, the dark knowledge he could access obviously could not exceed the limitations of this era, and the relieved wizard stroked the air with his hand in the direction of the spread of the black gas, and the black gas quickly retreated into the ring under his control, which had spread to half of the Muggle man's body, and the ring emitted a long, ghostly crying unwilling cry.

Arix, who came back to his senses, was terrified all over his body, looking at Allen, who was pale as a ghost in the darkness, and the burning pain coming from all over his body, he screamed in horror and wanted to escape, but his body could not move a bit, his legs were made of jelly, he did not obey the call at all, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

There are no ghosts in the world! This phrase flashed in his mind, but now, he no longer believes it.

He saw Eren himself pick up the ring, and the black mist spread, gradually wrapping around his hands and arms, like his body.

Shielded from the illusion brought by the ring, Eren only felt the black gas permeating every inch of his skin, and it desperately tried to drill into Alan's body, but it was never able to break through his skin, so the black mist became more and more viscous and thick, spreading throughout Alan's body, overflowing his arms, and slowly towards his chest...... But there is always nothing to do with Allen.

Eren closed his eyes, focused, and once again focused on controlling the cursed mist to retreat, the black mist whirling and screaming, and Eren sealed them back into the ring.

Resisting the curse, Alan pulled out the scalpel on his waist with his right hand, and directly pried the black resurrection stone from the Gaunt ring, and then, he raised his staff upside down with his left hand, and held the diamond-shaped resurrection stone in his right hand, wanting to infuse the soul energy stored in the staff into the resurrection stone to enhance its strength, but the diamond-shaped stone just suddenly rotated in his hand, and Alan suddenly lowered his head to look at the resurrection stone in his hand.

At the moment when he turned with the resurrection in his hand, the trance-like female voice that made Eren familiar with it like a song and a murmur suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, "Good evening, Alan." ”