The villagers of Little Hangleton still call the house on the hillside Riddle House, even though no one has lived there for a long time.
But once upon a time it was the most spacious and imposing building for miles around.
Today's houses are damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round.
The ivy crawled all over the house with its claws and claws, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the windows were sealed, as if some terrifying existence was locked inside.
In fact, it's really scary here.
The former owners, the Riddell family, were found dead in the house by the maid. They were cold and still wearing their dinner clothes.
At that time, people only thought it was a murder by a gardener, but they did not know that it involved the revenge of a big shot in the magical world.
Jin walked to the large house that vaguely showed the grandeur of the past.
"The Alajo hole opens."
With a click, the front door opened.
Shoes stained with wet mud stepped on the floor, and the wooden floor made a tooth-breaking creaking sound.
"Fluorescence"
A bright light shines from the tip of the staff onto the ground.
There were dragging marks on the ground, as if a big snake had slithered through it.
The soil was dry, but the edges were a little damp from the recent humid weather.
Jin's eyes moved, searching the rooms in the house.
He saw a corpse, which had turned into white bones.
"He has been dead for a year."
Use the wand to pick up a strand of white hair. This is an old man.
"He was killed by magic." Jin was sure that the old man died under a magic.
His eyes lit up with joy and his expression became cautious.
The traces from the entrance to here all indicate that something once existed here.
"The thing might be here."
He checked every open space in the room.
From death to decaying into bones, the windows of the room were sealed, and the remaining smell penetrated the nose like maggots.
The bad smell couldn't make Kim back away.
But the joy in his eyes disappeared little by little.
By the end, the entire house had been searched.
Still found nothing.
He staggered and leaned on a table, with a look of despair in his eyes.
"No." His throat was dry, and he inserted his fingers into his messy blond hair, his expression showing collapse.
He walked through every place and explored every inch of the land with great hope.
But he didn't find that thing after all.
His body was trembling slightly, and he always carried a glimmer of hope, allowing him to imagine that he could still see it.
Hope was dashed.
His eyes were bloodshot and he was waving his wand.
The glass in the whole house exploded, and he faced the blowing wind, his greasy blond hair sticking to his skin.
He fell into a state of paranoia and madness.
In this state he went to the window and opened his hands.
When he was about to take the next step, he was stunned.
He stared down, where a white horse appeared.
The horse tilted its head and walked in one direction.
He chased after the white figure.
Jin had no time to pay attention to the small wounds on his body caused by the occasional branches.
Following the horse, he came to an even older mansion.
This place has a history of at least hundreds of years, and the ancient houses give off an eerie and mysterious feeling.
It is located between two steep hillsides, hidden among the tangled trees.
The walls of the mansion were covered with moss, and it was even more dilapidated than the Riddle Mansion.
Unlike Riddle House, the antiquity here is accompanied by a weirdness that makes people not want to get close.
After the horse arrived here, it stood on the lawn on the side, chewing the fresh grass.
Jin walked to the horse and reached out to touch the soft hair.
This was probably a white horse that was kept free in Little Hangleton. The fresh grass here attracted it.
Stepping through the dense nettles surrounding the house, he arrived in front of the mansion.
The house looked eerie and scary, as if a decaying old ghost would crawl out of it at any time.
Through the gray windows he could not see inside.
Opening the door, Jin stepped in.
"You want him alive, right."
"That one lied to you. He has no ability at all."
"If it was strong enough, that fire wouldn't have happened."
"Wear it and it will fulfill all your wishes."
"Quick, come and find me."
From the moment he stepped into the house, he was accompanied by a voice that was like a whisper in the ears of his soul.
He was a little confused whether it was reality or an illusion.
"Yes, that's right there, open that box."
The voice guided Jin, leading him to a box.
The dark box has complex patterns on it.
Jin slowly opened it, and inside was a black gemstone ring.
"Put it on, you should know what it is."
"Yes, you've seen it."
"In that book."
"All regrets will be made up for."
"Put it on."
The whisper of the soul continued in his ears, and Jin stretched out his hand to carefully pick up the ring.
The black octahedral gemstone has a glass luster, and Jin's heart is like a boat sailing into the sea.
In the violent wind and rain, the boat rocked violently.
He was struggling internally, and a black-haired boy seemed to appear in front of him.
The voice told him that as long as he put on the ring, he could save everything.
He knew clearly that nothing could be wrong.
The ring is placed close to the finger.
"I want to see you again," Kim murmured.
The moment he was about to put it on, he felt like a push on his chest.
The ring slipped from his hand and hit the ground, and Jin took a few steps back.
"hissing sound~"
The white horse outside barked, and Jin looked over quickly.
It screamed as if it had accidentally eaten a grass thorn.
Jin reached out to cover the badge, which vibrated slightly.
It's a group message.
He lowered his head to look for the ring, and for a moment, he seemed to see a pair of greedy eyes.
Picking up the ring, he put it in the box, took the box away, and left the house.
The horse had finished its grass and was heading towards the residents of Little Hangleton.
Jin stood there and watched for a while, he was in a trance.
The horse seemed to have transformed into someone else in an instant, but when he looked carefully, the white horse was still the white horse.
"is it you?"
He asked inexplicably, but this question was destined to have no answer.
He looked down at the ring that still wanted to affect him. He calmed down and was not affected.
I looked back at the old mansion. The ancient mansion looked like a creeping and hidden beast behind me.
The dark interior seems to drag people inside.
King waved his wand, leaving an explosion in its wake.
after awhile.
The wind blew open the door, and the door slammed shut as if no one had been there.
...
John took inventory of all the newly delivered things.
His expression didn't change much, but people who knew him well could tell that he was not in a good mood.
His face seemed a little paler, that kind of pale.
Seems to be sick.
"No Horcruxes." He tossed aside the rubbish Mundungus had stolen to pay off his debt.
Even if it was to repay a debt, Mundungus would not dare to steal things too often.
All he could do was rummage through the Blakes' trash can.
Sirius was a good spendthrift and threw away almost everything that belonged to the Black family.
Sometimes, Mundungus has to be careful of the old house elf Kreacher, who will snatch garbage with Mundungus.
Mundungus had already sent him here twice to pay off his debts, all of which were small items.
John asked Tang Mi to hint to Mundungus that some seemingly inconspicuous things in the old family might be antiques.
"These cannot be exchanged for debt."
These things made John very dissatisfied and kept the price very low.
He also ordered that if Mundungus used this rubbish to fill up his account, he would not even be able to get the interest.
Basil went to the Owlery again.
With fewer places needing basil lately, it also needs a place to vent its energy.
Basil is very measured. At least John has not been complained about whose owl was killed so far.
As an unusual owl, Basil's playmates are usually Tom, who can bite a wizard to death, or Zowu, a big cat who can kill several wizards with a slap.
John was a little surprised to see Basil coming back.
Basil didn't look as neat and supple as before, and some feathers were missing from his wings.
But that face was still proud, as if he had won a battle.
John doubts whether there is an owl at Hogwarts that can compete with Basil.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
