The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

In the village of Little Hangleton, there is an extremely desolate mansion. Although from the outside, it seems that the owner of this house must have been rich or noble.

In the impression of the older generation of villagers, this place was originally a very beautiful large house, and it was also the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles.

However, due to years of disrepair, it has now become damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round. Even rats and cockroaches are not willing to live here because they may starve to death.

The villagers of Little Hangleton called the house "Riddle House," even though the Riddle family had not lived here for many years.

The house is located on a hillside, and the entire village can be seen from here. This should mean that the Riddle family's status is higher than that of the entire village.

Several windows in the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and ivy crawled all over the house with claws and claws.

As for why the homeless people don't even have a place to live, and would rather sleep in a bridge than live in this magnificent big house?

Because this house is a notoriously haunted house in the neighborhood, a bizarre and terrifying thing happened here half a century ago.

To this day, the elders in the village still like to talk about this incident when they have nothing else to talk about.

In this way, this story has been told over and over again, and in many places it has been added to the story, so no one can say for sure what the truth is.

However, every version of the story begins the same way: 50 years ago, Riddle was still a well-managed and magnificent time.

At dawn one fine summer day, a maid walked into the living room and found the three members of the Riddle family dead.

In the end, even the police were unable to identify the cause of the family's mysterious deaths because they found no traces of poison, sharp weapons, pistols, or even suffocation or strangulation.

Such identification results led the villagers to define this house as a haunted house.

After all, several people who were extremely healthy in the eyes of the police died mysteriously together, and everyone had a look of horror on their faces. They must have seen some devil. This is a house that belongs to the devil!

Rolf was sitting on the back of the unicorn, and under the cover of the dark night, he was looking at this extremely vast mansion from mid-air.

The house was almost hidden in the weeds, with no place for people to set foot.

The windows, which should have been very valuable at the time, were also in tatters and looked like holes that had been smashed by those naughty children with rocks.

There is a cabin outside the house, but it's not bedtime yet, but the cabin is as dark as the haunted house...

"Are you... sure he's here?" After looking around, Rolf accidentally saw the Riddle House sign standing at the door, and seemed to remember something.

But he still couldn't figure it out. It was no longer possible for Peter Pettigrew to rescue Mr. Voldemort, so how did he come back across the mountains, rivers and seas?

He couldn't help but sigh. Mr. Voldemort really loved this land, and he loved it deeply. Otherwise, why would he be so persistent?

Rolf stopped the unicorn by a door that was almost completely covered by a creeper and jumped down from him, the thick weeds barely allowing him to feel the shock.

He held down the magic watch with his hand, cast Alajo Open at the locked wooden door, and opened the door silently.

After entering through the door, it was like walking into a dark tunnel like a cave. Fortunately, Rolf had night vision.

He groped his way over, a rotten smell assaulting his nostrils. He pricked up his ears, trying to catch every trace of footsteps or voices above his head.

He came to the corridor, where there was a little moonlight due to the large mullioned windows on both sides of the front door. He started to go upstairs, thinking that thanks to the thick dust on the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps was muffled. Hard to be noticed.

But even without the dust, his footsteps would not have been detected, after all, his shoes were engraved with silent spell models.

It was the way the unicorn moved forward that made Rolf look at it for a while, because it was now floating on the stone steps like a floating hooves.

On the landing, Rolf turned to the right, and at the top of the corridor he saw a door open a crack, with a flickering light coming out of the crack.

An orange light shadow was cast on the dark floor. Rolf leaned sideways and cautiously approached. A few steps away from the door, he could see the scene in a narrow gap in the room.

He stopped and pricked up his ears, only to hear a woman's voice coming from the room. The voice sounded timid and scared.

"Master...Master, I...only collected one, and it was an old Muggle." A woman with some baby fat responded in fear.

"One...only one? It's too late..." Immediately afterwards, a gloomy man's voice came, but judging from the appearance of the shadow, there was only one figure in the room?

At this moment, Rolf vaguely heard something coming from behind him, sliding across the dark floor towards him.

Rolf quickly put on the invisibility cloak, then turned around and started searching in the darkness.

As the thing gradually approached the firelight coming from the crack of the door, he was surprised to find that it was a giant snake, at least twelve feet long.

Is this Nagini?The beautiful girl who turned into a giant snake due to the blood curse?Tsk, Rolf is a little excited just thinking about it...

Under the cover of the night, he shot a green light at Nagini. The green light that made you panic was particularly conspicuous in the night, making it difficult for Nagini not to notice it.

But her figure was too huge, and it was too late to dodge. She could only spit out the snake message while rolling her body into a ball, hoping to avoid being hurt.

But she didn't know that this green light was not an attack magic, but a wooden contract. Then she disappeared in front of Rolf's eyes and was taken into the demiplane by him.

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"Emm? What's going on?" A timely cry came from inside the room, "Nagini! Why has the connection between me and Nagini disappeared?"

Voldemort's originally cold voice finally had some fluctuations due to the sudden disappearance of his beloved pet.

"Quick! Go outside and see if something happened to Nagini?" Voldemort urged the possessed wizard to act quickly.

It was precisely because of this that Rolf saw Voldemort's situation.

It seems that this old boy only knows a few moves back and forth. He is now possessing the back of the head of a young witch just like he is possessing the back of Quirrell's head.

Rolf felt the restlessness coming from the unicorn behind him. Just when he was about to comfort him and calm him down, the unicorn had already rushed out.

However, when he stabbed Voldemort in the face with his horn, the one-hit kill that was supposed to appear did not appear. Instead, a large amount of black mist surged out, rolled up the witch and Voldemort, and disappeared into the sky. In front of Wolf.

"Idiot! If not..." There were only five intermittent words left around, but although this voice was somewhat similar to Voldemort's voice, it didn't have that cold feeling that made people feel cold all over.

Instead, he was full of majesty, just like the momentum that Professor Dumbledore had when he spoke.

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