Chapter 195 Cherished Treasure

Compared with Little Hangleton, Big Hangleton has a more modern urban feel.

There were more pedestrians, casting doubtful glances at the two guys, a young man and an old man, who were doing performance art in the heavy snow.

Dressed in weird clothes and riding a motorcycle.

However, these people do not act too radically. In recent years, there have always been some self-proclaimed "avant-garde artists" who act erratically, which is much weirder than wearing robes and riding a motorcycle for a walk in the snow.

Wizards like to place their homes in remote and desolate corners.

Gunter's old house is no exception.

But it is different from ordinary mansions protected by magic. Like Riddle's old house, it is rooted alone on a deserted mountain road, and it is even worse than it - at least Riddle's old house is still taken care of, but this old house is still there.

No one cares about the house.

The grass was overgrown, the snow was crushing the huts, and they were sinking in one place after another.

When Hat carried them up carefully, they saw that the abandoned shed was emitting a wave of magic power, ancient but weak. Harry glanced around and quickly determined the source of the magic power - it came from the door of the shed.

Dumbledore touched his chin thoughtfully: "So you suspect that Tom had a child with a man?"

The dead snake struggled and twisted, hissing and roaring, meaninglessly, just wailing.

The screen speeds up everything.

What's more, even though I am a freak demon hunter, I still have something in common with humans.

Dumbledore lazily raised his finger and tapped it lightly in front of his face. Without even uttering the incantation "Stop the Curse", all the gathered evil magic dissipated.

That was what Hermione said to herself when she wanted to study the "Time Turner" after learning about it.

"We didn't receive the invitation." Dumbledore shook his head and walked in first without hesitation.

Having said this, Harry raised his head and looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly: "Wizards can make men have children?"

Nailed on the door is a dead snake, which is the core of the magic.

"After all, he is your student." Harry said concisely, turning over the mattress.

The body of the gilt ring is inlaid with a black gemstone.

"The Resurrection Stone." Dumbledore murmured, his voice slightly distorted.

"The lady seems to have a very unfamiliar relationship with them and has been staying in the corner. The relationship between the two men is very good, and their footprints are very close."

A new magical trap hits you almost every step you take.

"Wear it and you can resurrect them without paying any price."

Raise the dead.

It was exactly like the one at Riddle House, except for the traces of the baby sleeping on it.

Various magic traps were triggered one after another, and magic spells of different colors were fired out.

"If it weren't for us, it wouldn't be so easy for others to break in." Dumbledore shook his head.

He woke up with a start.

He had to take back what he said before.

But it finally became dangerous. Suddenly a trap and a spell were all exuding extremely dangerous and evil atmosphere.

Harry followed him closely, calculating in his mind that if he was alone, he could deal with all the traps on the first floor, but there would probably be two or three traps on the second floor that he could not avoid and could only rely on Quen's seal.

Push through.

"The lost family love will come back at this moment."

"Harry!" Hermione's voice rang in his ear.

When I reached the center of the bedroom, there was still no trap.

When it hit the big hand formed by the transformation technique, it exploded with a bang and flew out in pieces.

They moved forward.

The deep, dark gems reflected their eyes, amber, azure, and gold mixed together, like a kaleidoscope.

Um.

I have to study this aspect of magic after I go back.

And the moment he said these words.

He waved his magic wand, and the dead weeds in the courtyard burst through the thick snow, turned into a big withered hand, and pushed the door open——

Harry nodded in agreement: "That's really clumsy."

Back to two days ago, on the night of the Christmas party, he and Hermione were kissing under the moonlight by the lake.

Even the weak Voldemort is not something Ron can deal with now. He needs at least a professor, such as Hagrid or Professor Lupin.

The scene in front of me changed again.

No spell cast

Dumbledore walked in first, followed closely by Harry.

This is the only furnishing that is incompatible with the shed. It has not been damaged by wind or rain, and the oak door is still strong, guarding this house with drafts on all sides.

The scene was extremely grand—and it was just a scene.

Harry couldn't help but raise his hand and groped forward in the direction of his parents. He was eager, he couldn't wait.

After the night of the Yule Ball, he thought about this question often these days.

The traps on the second floor are not as dense as those on the first floor.

"Well, look at the footprints. They are two men and a woman."

This kind of thing may be extremely valuable to ordinary people, but it is not worth mentioning to either Harry or Dumbledore. They have long gone through the stage of life where they pursue external material things too much - Harry is not lacking.

Dumbledore wanted nothing more than money.

His words suddenly stopped.

Dumbledore's voice became even more distorted: "One of the legendary three holy instruments, possessing the power to resurrect the dead."

Harry inspected the snow for traces as he had done in front of Riddle's old house.

Black stone gold ring.

"Do you want to resurrect your parents?"

"He wasted so much power." Harry looked back at the corridor that had been damaged by the spell and became more dilapidated. "Just to make you less boring?"

"After it snows, there is no trace of activity."

In the closet, a small ring is placed in the center.

Like poking a wand into its nest.

"There are traces of many people's activities here before it snowed." Harry looked at the damaged structures on the last few floors, "But the snow was too thick and the traces were seriously polluted, so we couldn't tell when it was.

Slowly approach the master bedroom.

But this ring firmly caught their attention.

He waved his wand and clicked lightly.

Harry carefully investigated the surroundings: "There are still traces of the stroller and cradle, but there are many more footprints."

Now it seems that I am a little too worried.

But at this moment.

A paragraph of text written in the letter emerged from his mind to "prevent him from wearing that ring". Harry had always been puzzled as to why the "ring" appeared in this matter, and now the ring was finally exposed.

In front of your own eyes.

Hermione looked anxious, grabbed her hand, and said with concern: "Harry, don't think so much, you can't."

"It seems the master doesn't welcome us very much." Harry raised his eyebrows and whistled.

After a while, the dead snake turned into ashes and fell to the ground together with a puddle of black mud with a putrid smell.

An extremely bewildering voice came from Harry's ears.

Yes, even men can give birth to children, let alone a man and a woman - think of Hagrid, he can even make two creatures of completely different species and have nothing in common to give birth to children.

"There is no need to use magic to protect this kind of house." Harry looked over. In the witcher's senses, there was not much difference between the inside and outside of the house. The wind and snow had also eroded mercilessly, and most of the traces were left behind.

Covered with snow.

Everything is going well for the witcher, but there is only one problem, and that is fertility.

"Harry?" Dumbledore noticed something strange about him, walked over quickly, and reached out to touch Harry's shoulder, but his eyes were first attracted by the things in the cabinet.

By the time they reached the entrance to the stairs on the second floor, they had already dealt with countless weak attacks - thirty, maybe forty?

Dumbledore was cunning, he faced everything calmly, and intercepted all spells.
To be continued...