"Professor Dumbledore, you seem to be very familiar with Mr. Dorje?"
"It's not exactly familiar, but he was definitely my best friend during my time at Hogwarts."
Dumbledore led Louis out of the Cliona auction, with a complicated look in his eyes. As the pinnacle of the wizarding world, this kind of look should not appear in his eyes.
Maybe it has something to do with his unbearable past?
In fact, Lewis was a little confused in the room before. Effias Dorje, this character who was supposed to have a supporting role in the original plot and could no longer support him, as Dumbledore's friend, was almost unworthy until the last part. Show up.
However, this makes it reasonable to withdraw the auction item. Just as Lewis guessed, no one else knew Dumbledore's whereabouts when he came to the auction, and Duoji originally wanted to exchange this item for some money, but because Greengrass's words suddenly changed Dorje's mind.
He finally entrusted the auctioneer to meet Bledo, and gave his incomplete Mobius Circle to Bledo.
Louis could naturally understand Dorje's behavior, but it made Dumbledore look extremely helpless.
Dumbledore seemed to have never given anything to this old friend. Even the graduation trip they agreed upon when they were young turned into pigeons due to the death of his mother. Almost from that time on, Albus Dumbledore took on the responsibility of the entire family.
I already owe this old friend so much.
"Don't think about him, Louis. I think you haven't forgotten the purpose of coming with me, right?" Dumbledore said with a kind face.
"Remember, Professor."
"Then, let's go." Dumbledore stretched out his slightly old hand, and Louis realized at this moment that the principal was really old.
He took a deep breath and reluctantly put his arm on Dumbledore's arm.
There was another extremely manic feeling of space squeezing. Louis felt that his entire organ was compressed in a tube, and then the pressure dropped sharply.
"Well..." Louis' face was still a little embarrassed.
"Your performance was better than last time, Louis." Dumbledore praised him without forgetting.
"Where are we?"
"Great Hangleton, the seat of the Gaunt family." Dumbledore stepped out first and stopped in front of a stone brick road.
Louis looked up and saw that Hangleton, which was a busy place a few decades ago, was now deserted. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by them, but they would mostly pass by in a hurry without even saying hello.
"Great Hangleton used to be Hangleton. Ever since what happened to the Riddle family, the residents here have chosen to move away from this place of right and wrong. Only a handful of people have stayed." Dumbledore waved his wand lightly. , feeling the slight changes in the magic in the air.
"This way."
"We will definitely pass by Hangleton when we go there, and the Riddle family is also there. This is why Merope fell in love with Old Tom, because they are neighbors."
Louis suddenly came up with an idea. Voldemort needed three things to resurrect: his father's bones, the flesh of his servants and the blood of his enemies.
Since they were going to pass by Hangleton, if they went to the cemetery first to dig out Old Tom's bones, would Voldemort not be able to be resurrected?
"Professor, if..."
"Do you want to dig into Voldemort's ancestral grave?"
Louis:? ? ?
"The idea is good, although this approach is very unethical."
It was immoral and immoral. After all, Voldemort had killed so many people, and Louis could only think of eliminating harm for the people.
"But it may not have any effect. I know the black magic of resurrection, but even if you steal his father's bones, it won't prevent Voldemort from being resurrected."
"Only by destroying the Horcruxes can we solve the problem once and for all, right?" Louis asked, but when he thought that Voldemort would be resurrected next year, and it was impossible for him to destroy all the Horcruxes in just one year, just the missing Hufflepuff The golden cup, personal pet Nagini, and the impossible-to-kill Harry Potter made it impossible for Louis to start.
It seems that Lao Fu's resurrection may be an inevitable trend in history.
"We should be here."
Following Dumbledore's guidance, Lewis saw a large, dilapidated mansion. The walls were covered with moss, and many tiles on the roof had fallen off, exposing the rafters here and there. Thick nettles grew around the house, reaching up to the windows, which were covered with thick layers of old dirt. A dead snake was nailed to the door.
"This is Gaunt's old house?" Louis was a little unsure. Wasn't it destroyed by Voldemort?
"It may be, or it may not be." Dumbledore gestured, "You try walking forward."
Louis walked forward slowly, but he could not reach the old Gaunt house in front of him, as if an invisible hand separated the distance between him and the wall.
"Invisible Barrier Curse, this is the barrier set up by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore explained, taking out the barrier stone from his pocket, "What you see is not the real scene, it is just the Ministry of Magic." This is what I want you to see.”
Old Dengtou slowly placed the enchantment stone in the palm of his hand, and then gestured with his elder wand over the stone. Suddenly, the entire enchantment stone emitted a dazzling light and slowly floated from Dumbledore's hand. Bombarded at the edge of the barrier of Gunter's old house.
Lewis saw that the power of the barrier was like a piece of tissue paper, forming a passage for people to walk through.
"Quick, the time the barrier stone is open won't last long."
After being greeted by Dumbledore, Lewis hurriedly followed the principal and stepped into the real Gaunt house.
As soon as he entered it, Lewis suddenly felt an extremely weak feeling, and the instant discomfort caused him to almost lose his balance.
"As expected, it's a magic weakening curse. Tom really did a great job." Dumbledore seemed to be praising his students, looking around at the environment.
The weakening of magic has a greater impact on people with powerful magic like Dumbledore, but even if it is weakened, Old Dengtou can still remain calm.
"Professor, the fog around here?"
"I'm afraid it's Voldemort's fault as well." Dumbledore held the wand in his hand and moved forward slowly, "Follow me closely, don't get lost."
Louis nodded. This was Voldemort's usual method of protecting his Horcruxes, and the white fog happened to be a way to hinder the wizard's progress.
He followed Dumbledore closely into the white mist, stepping on the broken walls and tiles. He seemed to feel that it shouldn't be so easy here.
Just as he was thinking this, Dumbledore's figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, leaving Louis alone in this vast fog.
