Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 249 Gaunt’s Old House (Read the author’s words and explain the criticisms of some book friends in the previous chapter)

At this moment, Uncle Vernon completely transformed into an angry person: "Who cares whether this is a good behavior or not!"

"Tell me, you are the principal of a magic school. You come to our house basically every holiday. What are you planning on?"

"Do you want to use our great boy to do magic experiments? Ha, let me tell you, the evil wizard finally showed his true colors!"

A trace of obvious astonishment flashed across Professor Dumbledore's face, and he didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

The two stared at each other. Even though Uncle Vernon's legs were trembling, he still held on to the barrel of the gun, eager to shoot Professor Dumbledore out of the door.

After a while, Professor Dumbledore reacted and coughed twice: "Mr. Dursley, you may have some misunderstandings..."

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After a period of friendly exchanges, Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen with his restored shotgun and took away Dudley, who was eating his share of grapefruit.

But Dudley was as big as a hill, and Uncle Vernon didn't succeed in pulling him the first time.

Dudley looked up at his father dissatisfied, only to find that his father had an angry face, his purple face had not fully recovered, and he was holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

He trembled with fright and quickly followed, not forgetting to put the uneaten grapefruit into his arms before leaving.

"Harry!" Uncle Vernon shouted in an unfriendly voice before entering the kitchen, "Your headmaster is here!"

After a while, the door upstairs opened.

Harley quickly stuffed the black robe and veil she wore when she went to Diagon Alley into her pocket, and then trotted down the stairs.

Although she received a letter from Professor Dumbledore three days ago, saying that he would take her to find the Horcrux.

But Harry thought that Professor Dumbledore would not come until nine in the morning as usual.

As a result, Professor Dumbledore slightly advanced his travel time today and arrived at eight o'clock.

During this time, Harley often went to Diagon Alley to purchase materials or visit second-hand bookstores, and would only come back when she took a nap at noon.

So she habitually had her breakfast and dinner at the shop in Diagon Alley.

This morning, while Harley was eating a sandwich, she felt a reminder from the magic mirror left at home.

Only then did she know that Professor Dumbledore had arrived, and hurried back.

"Good morning, Professor." Harry walked into the living room and saw Professor Dumbledore lying alone on the sofa with his eyes closed, and raised his hand in greeting.

"Good morning, Harry." Professor Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "The weather is nice today, isn't it?"

"Yes, the weather is indeed nice." Harley responded, "Professor, you came really early today."

"After all, I'm about to do something big. I'm so excited that I can't sleep." Professor Dumbledore waved his hand, and there were two more glasses and a small kettle in front of him.

He poured himself a glass of yellow honey water and raised it to Harley.

"Want a drink? It's just water and honey. It tastes better than butterbeer and pumpkin juice."

"Of course, I prefer mead with extra honey. But I'm afraid it's not suitable for drinking before taking action."

Harry looked at the glass of liquid. It was so viscous that the ratio of water to honey could reach 1:1.

She immediately shook her head: "No, Professor, I've had breakfast."

"That's a shame, you won't be able to enjoy such delicious food."

Professor Dumbledore took a sip of honey water with enjoyment, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"You should be ready, right? Just like what was written in the letter, I discovered a place where Voldemort hides his Horcruxes."

"So I want to take you with me for a live teaching session."

"Thank you for your care, Professor," Harley bowed slightly, "I'm ready and can set off at any time."

"In this case, we won't waste any more time." Professor Dumbledore stood up from the sofa, and the unfinished honey water in his hand and the kettle on the table disappeared out of thin air.

He looked at the clock on the wall: "Shall we leave now?"

"Okay, Professor." Harley nodded.

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The sun was shining brightly in the sky, shining down on the earth below.

A country road is lined with tall shrubs with tangled branches and leaves, and above the head is the clear, blue sky in summer.

The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting spots of light on the ground that sway with the rhythm of the breeze.

Two figures suddenly appeared on this path.

Harry calmed down the nausea a little and asked Professor Dumbledore:

"Professor, can you teach me how to apparate? It's too uncomfortable to apparate."

"But you are not old enough," Professor Dumbledore spread his hands.

"The Ministry of Magic has formulated a law. Only wizards who are close to the age of seventeen are eligible to learn Apparition. Only those who are over seventeen can obtain relevant qualification certificates and can bear legal responsibility for their actions."

"Like the other big thing I did this summer, there were some parts of it that weren't quite what I wanted. And that's because adults can be fully legally responsible."

"We all know that geniuses exist in this world, but underage geniuses cannot bear legal responsibility, right?"

Harley did not respond directly, but was just going to find Sirius to learn from.

Sirius had always been lawless and would certainly not mind teaching him how to Apparate.

Harley changed the topic casually:

"Then Professor, you can at least tell me what big things you did this summer that involved underage wizards?"

"Oh, I can't tell you this. We have to keep it a little mysterious." Professor Dumbledore shook his head with a smile on his face.

Harley pouted, but she didn't expect an answer.

She looked at the wooden road sign in front of her, with two arrows on it:

Great Hangleton, five miles.

Little Hangleton, one mile.

"Where is Gaunt's old house?" Harry immediately matched the memory of the Ministry of Magic employee named Ogden here.

"Professor, did you associate Gaunt with Voldemort's original name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, search for relevant memories, and find traces of magic here?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded: "A very keen sense of smell, Harry."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor." Harry clasped his hands behind his back, half a step behind Professor Dumbledore.

The two chatted and walked along the road, and soon came to a valley.

In the middle of two steep valleys lies a village with a towering church and a large cemetery clearly visible.

On the hillside across the valley, there is a large, but slightly old, mansion that occupies a large area and is surrounded by a large area of ​​green grass.

"Little Hangleton, where Tom's poor father lives." Professor Dumbledore said softly.

"Professor, I'm really curious,"

Harry said maliciously, thinking about the feasibility of the plan in his heart,

"How would the Death Eaters react if they were told that Voldemort's father was a Muggle?"

"It's probably of no use." Professor Dumbledore shook his head, "You can never wake up a group of people who are pretending to sleep."

"The pure-blood family actually doesn't care whether Tom is the pure-blood descendant of Slytherin he claims to be. They only care about what Tom can leave for them."

"In the end, they didn't expect that Tom's words had such a powerful deceptive power that attracted many little pure-blood wizards and successfully brainwashed them."

"This is why the pure-blood families are tightly bound to Tom's camp."

"Because the older generation is bound by interests, while the younger generation is willing to follow from the bottom of their hearts."

Harley couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The two continued to chat about various topics, and under the leadership of Professor Dumbledore, they did not walk towards Little Hangleton, but turned right along the path and entered a narrower intersection.

The quality of the road was poor, winding, potholed, rock-strewn, and led into a small patch of dark woods.

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, but the surrounding trees did not move at all.

"Interesting," Professor Dumbledore said softly, "it seems that Tom has put some thought into this."

"Harry, I think we should be more vigilant. After all, Tom's strength is not bad. He has pushed some magic to unprecedented heights."

The two of them took out their wands, and Harry's single ponytail, originally tied with spider silk, automatically fell apart, with black flames flowing on it.

The two walked slowly around the edge of the forest, and there was a house on the side.

The house looked exactly like the one Ogden remembered. The walls were covered in moss and many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off.

The windowsills were covered in dirt and the windows were blurry.

But the dense nettles around the house disappeared, leaving bare ground.

On the wooden door of the house, there was a door handle of unknown material, a door handle made of a dead snake.

Professor Dumbledore stopped and looked up and down at the snake nailed to the door, but did not push the door rashly.

Harley also stopped and observed the hut, feeling the malicious and cursed atmosphere coming from above.

"A strong curse," Harry sighed softly. "No wonder you think, Professor, that Voldemort has pushed some magic to an unprecedented level."

"Yes," Professor Dumbledore nodded, "Tom is a child who has always liked dark magic, and curses are one of his favorites."

"These curses are probably no less deadly than Avada's Kedavra."

Harley pulled out her wand and pointed at the door, green light gathering in her eyes.

After a moment, Harry lowered his wand and said softly: "Professor, I think Voldemort also needs to check on his Horcruxes occasionally."

"Just like that cave, he set up defenses to guard the Horcruxes, but still left a small boat for him to come and check."

"So there should be a mechanism to open the door here, such as... Parseltongue."

"A very reasonable analysis, Harry." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

"Tom is a child who likes to possess commemorative items and put locks on them that only he can open."

"He has always believed that he is the last heir of Slytherin, and only Slytherin blood can inherit Parseltongue."

"So that's really the closest answer to the right answer."

Harley looked at the door handle and said softly in hissing snake language: "Open the door!"

The dead snake nailed to the door suddenly came to life, and the curse on it was restrained and turned into sufficient magic power.

It stretched suddenly and opened the door of the cabin.

Professor Dumbledore took the wand and tapped it on the spot, leaving some magic as a backup, and then walked in carefully.

Harley followed closely, and the ice paved a path on the ground and formed two icicles, blocking the door tightly.

The room was dark, and the darkness was very thick, like the cave.

Professor Dumbledore quickly released the fluorescent spell, but the light could not penetrate the darkness.

However, with the limited light, the two of them still managed to take a clear look at this place.

The layout is very similar to how Ogden remembered it, except for a few objects that have moved.

From the outside, the cabin looks very dirty, but inside it is spotless, as if its owner had just left.

"Tom is proud of his Slytherin heritage, and this is the last residence of the legitimate heir of Slytherin."

Professor Dumbledore said softly, as if explaining to Harry, and also seeming to sigh,

"With his character, he will indeed protect this place and the former residence of the Slytherin heir."

"Let's search here, Harley, be careful and don't touch anything."

The two began to move separately, and the small living room was quickly searched.

But there is nothing here, not even cursed items.

Harry quickly completed the search, and when he turned to look at Professor Dumbledore, he found that the old man was squatting in front of a door with interest.

Harry thought about it and realized that the door seemed to lead to Old Gunter's bedroom.

"I think I found it." Professor Dumbledore said softly, "There is a little trace of Tom on this door."

Professor Dumbledore looked at the door and waved again: "Harry, you have to work hard again."

"It seems that Tom imitated the structure of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and added two doors here. It's really a bad idea."

Harley walked over and felt it carefully, only to realize the malice hidden deep inside the door.

Voldemort also has a strong hold on the wizard's mind. The door at the door is filled with obvious curses, which can be felt by magic masters.

But that's just a superficial defense. If someone cracks the curse outside and doesn't feel the curse in the house, there's a high chance that they can relax their vigilance.

If no special items are found in the living room and the kitchen with the door open, the visitor with unknown purpose will definitely subconsciously push open the only closed door.

At this time, the curse hidden deep in the door will act, giving the intruder a fatal blow.

"What a genius child. It would have been better if he had not taken this crooked path." Professor Dumbledore shook his head and sighed again.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)

(ps. There is a word limit for the writer’s words, so please start reading from here.)

(In the chapter I wrote yesterday, some friends criticized it, thinking that Harley's behavior of guiding Peter Pettigrew to resurrect Voldemort would lead to the death of innocent wizards in the wizarding world, and was no different from Voldemort.

Here, the author would like to make some clarifications. First of all, the author will definitely not write such a story that does not conform to normal people's views.

As can be seen from the above, the author tried his best to write a witch who plays a positive role, so the rituals used to promote the Witch of Despair are also enemies, such as those pirates who cause trouble, instead of creating Baekeland like the witch sect like Despair Nightingale. The German smog is such a disaster. )

What's more, in the eyes of the protagonist, members of the future magic world are his anchors, so he will try his best to avoid the death of innocent people.

Therefore, the author has ways to avoid the situations raised by some readers, such as ordinary wizards dying because of Harley.

The following is the author's idea, which is not a spoiler. The means of resurrection have been mentioned in the original book, which include the flesh of a servant and the blood of the enemy.

First of all, it’s the enemy’s blood. Harley’s will definitely not be used here. But Harley can control Peter Pettigrew to forge and add some special ingredients to the blood.

The servant will also choose Peter Pettigrew for his meat, and there is a lot of room for manipulation here.

In addition, Voldemort's soul is very fragile and has problems, so it is convenient to give hints that he is lurking or launching plans in other directions, and will be wiped out by Harley without causing any killing.

Some readers may ask, why didn’t I say it yesterday? This is because Harley does not yet know how Voldemort will be resurrected, so there will be problems when writing this paragraph. I can only say it now in the writer's words.