[HP]Aluet

With the help of the Ministry of Magic, I learned from Dumbledore where the so-called "International Statute of Secrecy" was repealed and revised.

Again, only Moody secretly followed me.There are few people and it is not easy to be found. In addition, he is an Auror, and his strength is not weak. If something happens, he can notify Dumbledore.

When I came to the target location, I found that it was just an ordinary Muggle village, and the person who sent the letter was an old man over eighty years old. His eyes were very light and empty, and I even thought he was a blind.

I figured he was a Squib since I didn't see his wand.

"Hello, sir." I used my soul control ability to change my appearance in his eyes.I handed him the paper on which the article was written, and I was even a little worried whether he could read it clearly, "Is this what you published?"

"Are you from the Ministry of Magic?" His eyes were fixed on me, but seemed to be looking in other directions, which was creepy.

"Yes, sir. I need to ask you to verify some things." I was afraid that he might not be able to hear clearly, so I tried to speak clearly, "Didn't you write the article yourself? Who asked you to write it?"

He stayed motionless for a while, turned his head, and suddenly sneered: "No one asked me... I wrote it... People from the Ministry of Magic, hehe... What, what means to threaten? It's useless to me..."

I frowned.

I watched him walk tremblingly to the table, pick up the kettle stiffly to pour water, he was more like a marionette than old and frail.

I stood up calmly, didn't ask any more questions, bowed to say goodbye to him, and quietly backed out.

Of course, I can't believe that he wrote it. I suspect that he is controlled by others, and how could it be useless to him?Unless his memories weren't his own at all, and someone had been refilling him with new ones.

Thinking about it this way, the identity of this old man may even be just an ordinary Muggle...

I wandered around here for several days, but I never saw anyone coming in or out.

"Who are you looking for, girl?"

I was startled by the sudden sound.I turned my head and saw that it was an old woman with black hair and black eyes. She had just walked from the entrance of the street with a cat in her arms.

I have some impression of her, she also lives in this village, I happened to run into her several times these days.

"Ah, no, no." I smiled at her with some embarrassment, glanced at the place where the old man lived, and planned to leave quickly.

The old woman followed my gaze and looked over there, and then said, "Who are you waiting for? That old man, he's not quite right...I saw a young man coming a few times before, so I'm not sure." It's his son. Are you looking for him?"

I pricked up my ears warily.The old man has a son?

"Oh, yes, ma'am." I quickly followed her words, "When does he usually come?"

"I don't know." She shook her head, "There are Muggles living around here... The young man probably didn't want the Muggles to see him, so he used a shielding spell... If you want to find him, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until night. It was nearly dark the few times I saw him."

I was stunned, and from what she meant, she should also be a wizard?

"Mrs. Figg, your cat has come to me again!"

I looked up, and a girl in her teens and 20s was lying on the window and yelling at her.

"Okay, girl, I'll go back first." She walked past me to her residence.

I changed shape and hid in a nearby tree for a whole day, and finally saw the young man that the old woman was talking about.

It's just that he was wearing a black robe and a hat, so I couldn't see his face clearly at all. I could only watch him enter the room, and then waited boredly for more than an hour.

He came out of the house and looked around.I held my breath and hid behind the leaves, not daring to move.

The blood in my whole body was about to freeze - because the moment he turned his head, I saw the pale face covered under the black robe, and the familiar red eyes.

Tom Riddle?How could it be him?

Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind, and I watched him leave here in shock, and stayed there for a few minutes.

He found me?He must have found me, after all he knew my location very well, but he didn't know that I already knew about it.So he appeared here to deliberately lure me into the bait?What does he want me to see?What the hell is he doing?

Did Riddle really cooperate with Grindelwald's remnants?Otherwise, how could he know Grindelwald's ideas and help them spread them?

I feel like I can't digest the information anymore, and all I have now is panic.I went back and told Dumbledore about it.

"I never thought... There is no reason for this. He is really helping the Grindelwald party. What is his purpose?" My head was about to explode.

Things suddenly became complicated and confusing. I thought I could use the sudden rise of Grindelwald's remnant party to cause some trouble for Riddle and buy us time, but now it seems that their two major forces are really collaborating. Come to deal with us, I really don't know what Riddle has in his head, what good does it do him?

"It seems that we still have to turn our attention to Tom again..." Dumbledore also frowned, "If Tom is still the leader, we can only continue to attack on the surface with the help of the Ministry of Magic as usual. The dark wizard forces, we secretly probed their details, tried to remove his eyeliner as much as possible, and deal with it temporarily."

In the next few days, I would often secretly go to that Muggle village to observe Riddle's movements, but nothing special happened.

We can't go on like this.If Riddle and Grindelwald's remnants become entangled, then we must be proactive, otherwise the development of the situation will only become more and more difficult to control.

The Ministry of Magic directly blocked the village's communication channel to the magic world, cut off the messenger, and refused to accept harassing letters.

I didn't dare to go any further, Riddle revealed his whereabouts to me, and I had to suspect that there was some trap waiting for me.

In the dead of night, with the wind blowing rustlingly, the green light shone into my eyes through the window and disappeared in an instant.

I watched as Riddle opened the door and walked out, throwing the cigarette in his hand into the haystack beside him, and the flame ignited, enveloping the whole room in an instant.

He took a few steps back, and Apparated disappeared in place.

He killed the old man and created an accidental Muggle fire.

My train of thought is broken again.

I don't understand why since he knows my location and that I'm secretly observing what he's doing, he still exposes his whereabouts again and again. I thought he wanted me to see something, but obviously, I Didn't see him do anything that deserved my special attention.

It's like he's just purposely letting me know he's there, that he's behind all this—

and many more……

I suddenly realized something was wrong.

I rubbed my temples, sat at the table and thought hard, from the time when the sky was still bright until the night fell, I went through all the details that I had neglected scene by scene in my mind.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I finally knew what was wrong.

Tom Riddle, he doesn't smoke.

The Tom Riddle I saw was probably fake, and the reason why that person did this is more like confusing our judgment and leading us to focus on Riddle... Thinking of this, I feel Everything suddenly became clear, and the sweat from my palms began to cool down gradually.Is it Polyjuice Potion?But who can touch him so closely?

and so……

My fingers tapped the table lightly.

That might not be a compound potion at all, but a special ability to change appearance...