Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 722 The heir in Gunter’s old house

The crisp snapping sound also changed slightly as time went by.

There was a little more sound of water.

And Kate's evil plan was also blocked by Ryan with his innocent body.

Is there such a good friend in this world?

For the sake of friends, I am willing to sacrifice my thin body.

April has just begun, and there are more and more days with gentle winds, and the weather is getting clearer and warmer day by day.

This year's spring seems to have not arrived yet, and it has jumped to summer.

By the Black Lake, there were even students using snorkels and snorkeling again.

In such warm weather, time seems to fly by.

April 3rd arrived in no time.

"Happy Easter, Harry!" Ron's head came out of bed, and he was woken up by the sound of Harry getting up.

So he sleepily greeted Harry.

Today, Harry was facing the mirror on the bedside table, rubbing the scar on his forehead.

Outside Ron's perspective, Harry in the mirror waved his hand, disappeared into the dormitory in the mirror, and walked out the door.

In the real dormitory, Harry cleared his throat, "I should go."

Responded to Ron's greeting.

Immediately, he quickly walked out of the dormitory.

Left alone, Ron yawned and lay back on the four-poster bed.

Ever since he reconciled with Harry and Ginny. He moved back to his original bed.

Perhaps in order to sleep more comfortably, he changed his position on the bed and turned to his right side.

He found that besides Harry, Neville had also gotten up early and disappeared.

"Really, I got up so early. Fortunately, Anthony and the other three are with me."

As he talked, Ron fell into sleep again.

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on the other side,

Outside the village of Little Hangleton,

In front of the bushes, there is a winding and bumpy dirt road,

A puddle reflecting the sky.

In the puddles, the sky, as clear and blue as the forget-me-not flowers, rippled,

A figure gradually emerged from the ripples.

The blue sky, the warm sunshine, and the gentle breeze blowing slightly on Harry's face could not bring any positive emotions to him now.

That in sleep, in the mirror world,

I have seen the black woods a thousand times,

Now it seems to have become an abyss that has swallowed up all sunlight and life.

This made him move from the puddle and the moment his feet touched the ground, yellow vertical pupils appeared from the bottom of his eyes.

His vision passed through the black forest and came to the house half-hidden and half-revealed among the tangled trees.

Although the door was tightly closed, it was dilapidated, exposed to the wind, and full of knife holes.

But inexplicably, there seemed to be a long-lost friend waving to him inside.

This makes the moss on the wall,

Sparse roofs with exposed rafters,

Those creepy nettles around,

The old dirt accumulated on the small windows looks much friendlier.

It was as friendly and charming as a snake spitting out snake letters, with a cute triangular head and elegant black scales.

Bah! There was a crisp sound of metal cutting across the sandy ground.

The sound did not startle Harry.

He just lowered his head and looked at what he had just kicked,

The short knife was turned upside down among the nettles, covered with black blood and mottled rust.

Subconsciously, he pulled out the short knife, and the holly wand also appeared in his right hand.

His left hand seemed to be much more flexible, and he flicked several knives lightly.

It was as if his left hand was his dominant hand from the beginning.

In this state, he seemed to hear the friendly hisses of his friends from behind the door.

Squeak!

The door suddenly opened.

Long black snakes slowly crawled out from inside.

However, strangely,

They didn't raise their snake heads, hissed the snakes, exposed their fangs, and assumed an offensive posture.

Instead, they hovered around him docilely, as docile as a pile of thick, black watering hoses, with their eyes fixed on him.

In his sleep, he had once been Voldemort, and he immediately recognized these black true forms - the curse set to protect the Horcruxes.

However, at this moment, they have undergone this unprecedented change.

Even though he had mastered all the knowledge of dark magic that Voldemort had before hiding the Resurrection Stone Horcrux, he could not recognize the changes.

The insidious nature of these curses, like magical traps with ever-growing life and intricate connections, all turned into snakes.

They seemed to be combined with the magic from the old house of Slytherin's descendants, giving them their current appearance.

An impulse emerged in his mind,

Even before he had time to think about why he did this,

Nor did he realize that he had decided to do this.

All he knew was that his legs moved forward automatically,

It's like walking on casters,

Then he stupidly shouted to the snakes: "You can go!"

A miracle happened - it was incredible - they shook their bodies and turned into wisps of black smoke, dissipating into the air.

And opposite him,

inside the door,

In the largest room among the three houses, which seems to serve as both the living room and kitchen,

Dirty and barely recognizable as an armchair,

On the dark partition,

An ugly yet handsome black gemstone ring that was completely different from its surroundings was lying on it intact.

In this case, even the most dignified person will notice that something is wrong.

When did his aesthetics change?

Since when has this black gemstone ring become so handsome?

Then he noticed something more wrong.

When did he turn into a dragon?

He seemed to suddenly like black snakes and knives, things that obviously had nothing to do with him.

There's something very wrong with those curses, too.

Although compared to the curse left on the ring itself, the one in the house wasn't too evil.

But the snakes they turned into were so docile.

It's as if he is the owner here.

Everything here belongs to him.

A bolt of thunder flashed through his mind.

Short knives, snakes, and nimble hands, the information began to come together.

"I see.

Bloody Barro is such a wizard who likes to use both a short knife and a wand.

Most wizards thought they learned it from Gryffindor.

But with the memory of Voldemort, I know the memory of those notes in the Chamber of Secrets.

I learned this from Slytherin.

When Slytherin was young, he liked to hold a dagger in one hand and a wand in the other.

And, he’s a Parseltongue! ” Harry muttered.

He now understands Voldemort's curses and strange magic traps,

As time goes by, with the blessing of the resurrection stone soul tool,

And this building belongs to the descendants of the fallen Slytherin,

There should be no trace of magic in the house combined,

And brought it back to life.

So are these curses.

"That's why, I'm intact." As he said this, Harry had already stepped into the house.

The ugly black gemstone ring was already on the ring finger of his right hand that had returned to human form.

"Am I being identified as Voldemort?

No, the Heir of Slytherin. "

In the impression, that will absorb,

Dare to break into this house,

And wear it with the vitality of the transgressor,

In an instant, his body became as dry and charred as if it had been burnt.

But it still leaves the last trace of life,

The curse waiting for 'him' to come seemed to be dead.

He is now the owner of this mansion,

And that curse, the heart of this space, was resting on his ring finger.

Licking his fingertips meekly.