Two days later.

On the northern edge of Sussex, Little Hangleton. A train with a chimney came to a halt at an old platform.

Hoffa, who was dressed in ordinary Muggle clothes, slowly walked down from the train. In front of him was a small village. He had been looking for this poor place for a long time. The nearest city of Bridgewells had nearly two villages.

Ten kilometers away.

After Nicoléme told him the way to resurrection, he rushed to this place without stopping. If nothing else happened, his old classmate should be somewhere in this village at this moment, lingering and waiting for an opportunity to be resurrected.

It was less than seven o'clock at the moment, and the weather was a little gloomy. Thick fog enveloped the village. The streets were a little muddy, and depressing black clouds hung low in the sky. Between two steep hillsides in the distance,

Some tombstones can be seen dimly.

The dim street lights on the gravel road illuminated the muddy sidewalk, leaving only the glimmer of fireflies. There were also faint yellow lights shining from the glass windows of the shops on both sides, shining through the confusing fog.

On the empty street.

"Is this Voldemort's hometown..."

He said to himself, speaking of it, this place is actually the nominal hometown of Voldemort, but as for Tom Riddle's real hometown, it should actually be the same as him, in the Wood Orphanage in London.

When passing a fruit stand, Hoffa thought for a moment and stopped.

"How do you sell apples?" he asked.

"Five pence a pound," the boss said.

"Give me a pound."

"Okay."

"Where are the oranges?"

"Threepence."

"Is it sweet?"

"It must be sweet, try it."

"Then give me a pound."

"By the way, boss, do you have a place called Riddle House?"

"What?" The fruit stall owner had a confused look on his face.

"Riddle House."

"Never heard of it."

The fruit shop owner shook his head.

A minute later, Hoffa was standing on the country road with a knitted bag of fruit and a frown on his face.

He looked around and saw only a few sporadic lights in the distance. He did not see the legendary large mansion Riddle House. He asked several villagers in succession, but they all said they didn't know, which made him a little confused.

According to the plot of the original novel, the residents of Little Hangleton like to talk about the tragedy at Riddle House. Why do they all say they don’t know about it?

Hoffa, who was puzzled, carried a bag of fruit and walked along the gravel road. As he walked, the street lights became sparser and sparse until they disappeared.

After rounding a hillside, the street lights disappeared completely, leaving only the dark, dense shadows of nettles in the moonlight.

At this time, Hoffa saw a house in the distance, half hidden among the tangled trees. The walls were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof fell off, revealing the hideous rotten rafters behind.

He stopped in front of this extremely dilapidated house and frowned.

With the help of a powerful mental force field, he could sense that there was an extremely hidden and evil force in this house, which was very similar to the Slytherin curse that Tom Riddle had imposed on himself.

Gunter's old house?

After thinking for a moment, he determined the identity of this dilapidated old house, which made him a little hesitant about whether to go in and take a look.

After all, if this is Gaunt's old house, then the second of the legendary Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone, is stored in this building.

A movement of footsteps.

Hiss!

On a dead tree, a small entangled snake quickly escaped.

Hoffa turned his head sharply.

I don't know when a woman stood behind me.

It was a woman who was also holding a woven bag in her hand. She had black hair tied up, a purple dress with a V-neck, a B-cup cup, and thick eye shadow. She was not good-looking, and she was thin and unblinking.

looking at himself.

A man and a woman looked at each other silently for a moment.

The woman just looked at him with a dull expression.

Hoffa tilted his head, turned around and walked to the thin woman who was also carrying a woven bag. The moonlight shone on his bald head, shining brightly.

Looking up, he could see that the woman's woven bag contained several bottles of milk, some raw meat and vegetables, and her other hand was holding a few Muggle banknotes tightly.

After Hoffa approached her, she subconsciously turned her head and took a step back.

"Excuse me, where is Riddle House?"

Hoffa asked politely.

The woman glanced at him secretly, her eyes wandering.

Hoffa followed her gaze and looked over. It was the top of the valley in the distance, and a waning moon was hiding in the clouds behind the valley.

"In that direction?"

Hoffa pointed.

The woman shook her head.

"Why are you running out alone so late? It's very dangerous."

Hoffa sighed and said, "I'll take you back."

"Ah...ah...ah..." The woman took two steps back, pointed to her mouth, made gestures, waved her hands repeatedly, and made a mute sound.

Then, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

But he hit Hoffa in the chest.

Boom!!

She looked at the bald young man in front of her with a look of horror.

Hoffa reached out and took her cold arm, smiled, slowly but irresistibly followed her forearm, touched her palm, then spread her slender fingers, and took out the woven bag in her hand.

He mentioned it on his hand.

"I'll help you carry it," he said.

Snap!

Without saying a word, the woman threw the woven bag away, twisted her waist and ran away into the distance without looking back. She was so fast that she disappeared from Hoffa's sight in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa smiled slightly and disappeared while carrying two woven bags.

I saw the woman in front of me running crazily, getting faster and faster, and finally her legs were twisted. She turned back while running, as if there was a ghost behind her.

Following the woman, he entered a mountain manor. On one side of the road was an open field of heather shrubs, and on the other side was an old yew hedge. Behind the hedge, there were giant trees. The manor had a gravel road covered with lichen, and there were two doors on both sides of the gate.

The stone pillars were covered with tattered heraldic patterns. In addition to the gravel road in the middle, Hoffa found several gaps in the hedges and paths running through them. The house could not be seen from the road, and the surrounding environment seemed dark and decadent.

After arriving at the empty manor, the woman threw herself on the ground and struggled painfully and twisted. The more she struggled, the longer her body became. Finally, she turned into a ten-meter-long giant snake.

The giant snake circled the hedge three times before swooping in.

Hoffa also circled the hedge three times, waiting for him to come out.

A majestic but dilapidated old castle appeared in front of him. In the thick fog, it stood in the gray cold light, and the windows were dim. There were many small diamond-shaped glass windows on the square and bare high walls, which still looked like

It is in the shape left by its builders in the early seventeenth century, with rubbish scattered around the yard and overgrown bushes.

Standing under the old castle, Hoffa understood clearly. It seemed that in order to hide his identity and location, Tom not only hid the Riddle Mansion with magic, but also erased Little Hangleton. So the residents had no idea about Riddle.

The memory of the house.

However, he was also a little curious about how he should face the guy he hadn't seen for a long time.

In the memory of this timeline, the last time they met, he used mistletoe to take away a fragment of his soul. I'm afraid he also hated himself to death.

However, after experiencing such an absurd life, Hoffa not only had little hatred for Tom, but also had a helpless feeling of sympathy for Tom.

(rustle.......)

“Hiha!!”

Suddenly, a giant black snake rushed out from the shadow of the castle, jumped more than three meters high, opened its bloody mouth in the air, and bit Hoffa's neck horizontally. Its scales shone in the moonlight.

Hoffa glanced at it. He was very surprised why Naniji could turn into a woman. To be honest, he was shocked when he first saw this woman. She was obviously not an Animagus, but she had an unknown transformation spell on her body.

, that transformation spell is more like some kind of curse, which is not only uncontrollable but also very dangerous.

Click!
To be continued...