Chapter 291
Two days later.
The northern fringe of Sussex County, Little Hangleton. A chimney-booming train chuckingly stopped at the old platform.
Hoffa, dressed in an ordinary muggle, walked slowly from the train, and in front of him was a small village. He had been looking for him for a long time in this ruined place, the nearest city of Bridgewell. , Are nearly twenty kilometers away.
After Nicholas Flamel told him the way to resurrection, he came to this place non-stop. If nothing else, his old student should be somewhere in this village at the moment, struggling on whilst at death's door, waiting for the opportunity to resurrect.
At the moment, the weather is less than seven o'clock, the weather is a bit gloomy, the thick fog covers the village, the streets are a bit muddy, and there are depressive black clouds hanging low in the sky. Some tombstones can be seen dimly between two steep hillsides in the distance.
The dim street lamp on the gravel road shone on the muddy sidewalk, leaving only the dim light of fireflies. There is also light yellow light from the glass windows of the shops on both sides, passing through the confused fog, and shining shiningly on the empty streets.
"Is this the hometown of Voldemort..."
He said to himself, speaking of which, this place is actually the hometown of Voldemort in name. Tom Riddle's real hometown, in fact, should be the same as him, in the Wu's Orphanage in London.
The facilities in the village are very simple and there are not many traces of business, as long as there is a pub, a convenience store and a fruit stand.
When passing by the fruit stand, Hoffa thought for a while and stopped.
"How do you sell Apple?" he asked.
"Five shillings a catty." Boss said.
"Bring me a catty."
"Good."
"Where are the oranges?"
"Three shillings "
"Is the bag sweet?"
"It must be sweet, you try."
"Then give me a pound."
"By the way, Boss, do you have a place called Riddle House?"
"What?" The fruit stand Boss showed a confused look on his face.
"Riddle House."
"I haven't heard of it."
The fruit shop Boss shook his head.
1 point later, Hoffa was carrying a woven bag of fruit, browsing tightly frowns and standing on the country road.
He looked around and saw only a few scattered lights in the distance, and did not see the legendary big mansion-Riddle House. After asking several villagers in a row, they all said they didn’t know. , Which made him a little confused.
According to the plot of the original work, don’t the residents of Little Hangleton like to talk about the tragedy at Riddle House the most? I don’t know how this is going to happen.
Hoffa was puzzled, carrying a bag of fruits, and walking along the gravel road.
After going around a hillside, the street lamp disappeared completely, leaving only the dark and thick shadow of the nettle under the moonlight.
At this moment, Hoffa saw a house half-hidden among the intertwined trees in the distance. The walls of the house were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof shattered to reveal the hideous and rotten rafters behind.
He stopped in front of this extremely dilapidated and rotten house and frowned.
With the help of the powerful spirit strength field, he can detect that there is an extremely hidden and Evil Power in this house, which is very similar to the Slytherin curse that Tom Riddle imposed on him back then.
Is the old house of Gaunt?
After thinking for a moment, he confirmed the identity of this dilapidated old house, which made him hesitate, he hesitated whether to go in and take a look.
After all, if this is the old house of Gaunt, then the second of the legendary Deathly Hallows, Resurrection Stone, is stored in this building.
One step.
si si!
On the dead tree, a entangled little snake quickly fled.
Hoffa turned his head abruptly.
I don't know when there is a woman standing behind him.
It was a woman with a woven bag in her hand. She had dark hair, a V-neck purple dress, a B cup, and thick eyeshadow. She was not pretty, she was in shape. Thin, looking at himself without blinking.
A man and a woman looked at each other silently for a moment.
The woman looked at him like this, her expression a little sluggish.
Hoffa tilted his head, turned and walked to the thin woman who also carried the woven bag. The moonlight shone on his bald head.
Extending his head, he could see a few bottles of milk, some raw meat and vegetables in the woman's woven bag, and a few muggle banknotes in her other hand.
After Hoffa approached her, she turned her head subconsciously and took a step back.
"Excuse me, where is Riddle House?"
Hoffa asked politely.
The woman glanced at him secretly, her eyes erratic.
Hoffa followed her eyes and looked at it. It was the top of the valley in the distance, with a waning moon hiding in the clouds behind the valley.
"Which direction?"
Hoffa reached out and pointed.
The woman shook the head.
"It is dangerous to run out alone so late."
Hoffa sighed and said: "I will send you back."
" Ah... Ah... Ah..." The woman took two steps back, pointed to her mouth, gestured, waved her hand again and again, and made a dumb sound.
After that, she turned her head and walked in the opposite direction.
But he bumped his head against Hoffa's chest.
dong!!
She looked at the bald youngster in front of her with a look of horror.
Hoffa stretched out her hand to hold her cold arm, smiled, slowly but irresistibly, followed her forearm, touched her palm, and then separated her slender fingers, The woven bag in her hand mentioned her hand.
"I will help you with it," he said.
pa!
The woman said nothing, she threw the woven bag away, twisted her waist and ran away without turning back. The speed was very fast, almost He disappeared into Hoffa's sight in the blink of an eye.
Hoffa slightly smiled, carrying two woven bags, the ghost wandered and disappeared.
I saw the woman in front running frantically, faster and faster, and her legs twisted in the end. She ran and turned her head back, as if there was a ghost behind her.
Following the woman, he entered a mountain manor. One side of the road was an open heather bush, and the other was an old yew hedge. Behind the hedge was huge trees. Manor has a gravel road covered with lichens, and the stone pillars on both sides of the gate are full of broken crest patterns. Except for the gravel road with traffic in the middle, Hoffa found gaps in several hedges and small roads through. The house is not visible from the road, and the environment all around looks gloomy and declining.
After arriving at the empty manor, the woman rushed to the ground, struggling in pain and twisting, and the more she struggled, the longer her body became. In the end, she became a giant snake that was ten meters long.
The giant snake whizzed in after spinning three times around the hedge.
Hoffa also circled the hedge three times, waiting for him to circle out.
A majestic but dilapidated castle appeared in front of him, in the thick fog, it stood in the gray cold light, the windows were dark, and there were many bare high walls in all directions. The small diamond-shaped glass windows are still like the ones left by their builders in the early seventeenth century. The courtyard is littered with rubbish and bushes.
Standing under that old castle, Hoffa knew it. It seems that in order to hide his identity and location, Tom not only hides Riddle House with magic, but also erases the memory of Little Hangleton residents about Riddle House.
But he is also a little curious, if he sees the guy he hasn't seen for a long time, what posture should he face him.
In the memory of this timeline, the last time they met, he used mistletoe to snatch a piece of his soul fragment. I'm afraid he hates himself to death.
However, after experiencing such an absurd life, Hoffa not only has little hatred for Tom, but also a kind of helpless sympathy.
(Shasha...)
"Hah!!"
Suddenly, a black giant snake rushed out of the shadow of the castle Come out, jump more than three meters high, volley open bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, bite Hoffa's neck sideways, the scales gleaming in the moonlight.
Hoffa glanced at it. He was very surprised why Nanji could become a woman. To be honest, he was shocked when he first saw this woman. He was obviously not Animagus, but there was something unknown on him. Transfiguration Spell, that Transfiguration Spell is more like a curse, not only uncontrollable but also very dangerous.
Crack!
The snake head bit Hoffa's bald head, but failed to get in.
"Don't move."
Hoffa said, he slowly combined the two woven bags into one, and then freed a hand to grab Nanji’s Twist the neck gently.
The big snake let out a whine, hit the floor hard, and writhed frantically.
Hoffa didn't want to tear his face with Tom. After all, he wanted to ask others, so it was not difficult for Nanji to drag his tail into the gap in the old porch. There was a steep slope. The stairs lead to the castle. He looked up at this gloomy terrible place, the ruins of the old rough stone wall, stacks of coffins exuding a musty smell, some of these coffins were made of lead, some were made of stone, leaning against one side wall Stacked high up to the arches and the roof hidden in the shadows above.
Naniji, the serpent, may be desperate, and let him drag him motionless.
When I walked to the castle hall, suddenly an angry roar came from a distance: "Petrificus Totalus!"
A blue curse was shot from the shadow on the second floor.
Then followed by a crazy spell strikes: "Reducto, Stupefy, Impedimenta, try to relax, Avada Kedavra..."
multi-colored rays of light flashes randomly.
A round of spell bombing ended, and the hall was bombed in a mess.
The smoke billowed, and the crackle of rubble and wood chips fell straight down.
In the corridor on the second floor, Pettigrew squatted on the ground, holding wand in his palm, and stretched out from the guardrail, staring at the center of the hall, staring at the bright and intelligent eyes.
I don’t know if it’s his illusion. He just saw a bald boy carrying a woven bag, dragging Nanji’s tail from the outside. This frightened him. He Having lived for so many years, I have never seen such an unfathomable mystery picture.
You must know that Nanji is more than ten meters long and can swallow an adult man with a meal, but now he is dragged by his tail. What is this concept?
The dust has settled.
There is no one in the hall.
As if the person who dragged Nanji's tail just now was just an illusion.
"Ha...Ha..." Pettigrew wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, licked his lips, and laughed: "What's the matter? Are you nervous?"
"Pettigrew?"
A tentative question behind him made the short man's face pale after a brush, and he was almost petrified. on the spot. It took a full five or six seconds before he turned his head mechanically.
Behind him, the bald head dressed like an ordinary muggle street high school student is carrying two woven bags, bowing his head, and looking at himself with a smile.