Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Several very important memories, which are very helpful for us to find that thing. First, we have to go to Bob Ogden's memory path." Dumbledore said and took out a crystal from his pocket A bottle containing a spinning and floating silver-white substance.

Chapter 1069 The Old House of the Gunter Family

"A memory?" Ivan looked up at Dumbledore, "Don't you know where that thing is?"

"Oh, yes, it's only speculation, so please read it carefully for a while, Ivan, this is a very important memory." Dumbledore said, "I need you to keep what you see firmly in your head, and when you need to When it is time, it will help you the most.”

"Well, who is this Bob Ogden?"

"He worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," said Dumbledore softly. "He has been dead for some time, but before he died, I managed to find him and persuade him to tell me these memories. Now, We are going to accompany him to a place where he has been on a mission, or that sentence, remember what you are going to see next..."

Dumbledore uncorked the crystal vial and poured the silvery substance from the vial into the Pensieve.

They swirled slowly in the basin, shimmering faintly, neither like liquid nor gas.

"Come on!" Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation.

Ai Wen leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged into the silver substance.

He felt his feet leave the dimly lit living room, fall, fall, through the swirling darkness, and suddenly the bright sunlight made him close his eyes, and before they could adjust, Dumbledore Lido landed beside him.

They stand on a typical British country road, full of nostalgic country atmosphere.

On either side were tall, tangled hedgerows, and overhead the summer sky, clear and blue as forget-me-nots.

About ten paces in front of them stood a short, stocky man.

He wore spectacles with extra thick lenses, and his eyes were reduced to two dots, like a mole's.

At this moment, he was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorn bushes on the left side of the path.

Needless to say, this must be Ogden!A typical wizard who has only learned Muggle knowledge in school, obeys the rules, but doesn't know how to adapt. From his clothes, he can guess that he probably wants to look like a Muggle, but he is inexperienced.

In the end, he dressed up nondescriptly, wearing eccentric clothes.

A frock coat over a striped bathing suit and shoe covers looked quaint.

Ivan looked at Ogden. Although he had no impression of the name, he had already guessed that this important memory was related to Voldemort.

Or more precisely, it should have something to do with Horcruxes.

Since Dumbledore took it out at this time and said that they will use that thing when they go to Norway, combined, it is enough to show that the Horcrux that will appear in this memory should be Slytherin's ring, another guardian item.

So, they were going to the old house of the Gaunt family, an ancient and conservative family of pure-blood wizards.

While Ivan was thinking, Ogden walked quickly down the path, and they hurriedly followed.

When passing the wooden road sign, Ivan looked up at its two pointing arrows. The one pointing to the way they came said: Great Hangleton, 5 miles; pointing to the direction of Ogden, it read: Small Hangleton, 1 mile.

Sure enough, it was here, Ai Wen knew it in his heart.

After the Sirius escape incident came to an end, he once asked Lupine to investigate Voldemort's father's ancestral home.

At that time, it was originally intended to destroy the materials needed for Voldemort's resurrection, his father's bones, and the old house was in Little Hangleton.

Unfortunately, they went one step too late.

Voldemort had been prepared for a long time. As early as when he met the vampire in Albania, he sent someone back to take the bones away.

Ivan and Dumbledore followed Ogden for a while, and there was nothing else around them, only the tall bushes and hedges on both sides, the vast blue summer sky above their heads, and the rustling figure in a frock coat in front of them.

Then, the path turned to the left and went downhill steeply.

So, they suddenly and unexpectedly discovered a valley, which was presented in front of them at a glance.

A village appeared before them, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton.

It sits between two steep hills, and the church and cemetery are clearly visible.

On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a very grand mansion surrounded by a large green grassland.

Needless to say, this mansion is the Riddle Mansion, but it is not defeated at all, on the contrary, it is very beautiful.

Under the sunlight, the golden light is shining, and it looks very high-end. At first glance, it looks like a house that only rich people can live in.

Because the downhill road was too steep, Ogden couldn't help trotting.

Dumbledore took a bigger step, and Ivan also quickened his pace to follow.

Since the Riddle House, the ancestral home of Voldemort's father, is right in front of him, where is the old house of the Gaunt family? Ivan originally thought they were going to the Little Hangleton Village ahead, but they didn't. Turn the path to the right and wait for them Rounding the bend, the hem of Ogden's frock coat flashed and he disappeared in a gap in the fence.

Dumbledore and Ivan followed him to a narrow dirt road, and the hedges on both sides were taller and denser than those they had just passed.The dirt road was winding, potholed, and full of rocks. It went down as steeply as the path just now, and seemed to lead to a small piece of dark woods below.

After a short walk, the dirt road joined the bush.

Ogden stopped, drew out his wand, and Dumbledore and Irwin stopped behind him.

Although the sky was clear and cloudless, the old trees overhead cast cool, dark, dense shadows.

After a few seconds, Ivan saw a house half hidden among the tangled trees.

I have to say that it is really inappropriate to choose this place to build a house, or it is more in line with the unique taste of the Gunter family.

Those big trees grew beside the house and blocked all the light and the valley below.

Even when the sun is at its fullest at noon, there is no light to be seen inside, full of Slytherin style.

Neither he nor his descendants: the Gaunt family and the vampire branch, do not like sunlight.

The walls of the house were covered with moss, and many of the roof tiles had fallen off, revealing here and there the rafters within.

Nettles grew thickly all around the house, reaching up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.

Suddenly, with a click, a window opened!

A thin stream of steam or blue smoke comes out from inside, as if someone is cooking.

Ogden moved forward quietly, very carefully.

When the dark tree shadows slid down from him, he stopped again and looked straight at the front door of the house, where someone had nailed a dead snake.

Chapter 1070 The Beginning of All Evil

At this moment, there was a rustling sound, followed by another click.

A man in rags jumped from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden.

Startled, Ogden stepped back, stepped on the back of his coat, and almost fell.

"Hiss!" The man standing in front of them made a strange sound fiercely.

The thick hair was tangled with thick dirt, and the original color could no longer be discerned.

A few teeth were missing from his mouth, and his two small black eyes were staring in opposite directions.

He was supposed to look funny, but he wasn't.

He looked very scary, very scary, no wonder Ogden took a few steps back before speaking.

"Uh, good morning, I'm the Ministry of Magic..."

"Hiss, hiss!" he cried, brandishing his wand and bloody dagger.

"Uh, sorry, I don't understand you," Ogden said uneasily.

At first, Ivan thought it was the meaningless sound made by this man, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This is Parseltongue!

This guy is Voldemort's uncle Morfin Gaunt, a guy who can only speak Parseltongue.

This used to be a talent that Salazar Slytherin was proud of, but Ivan knew from Elaine that no one among the vampires could speak Parseltongue.

Perhaps, while becoming a vampire, the snake part of their blood has been discarded.

Therefore, there are only a few people in the world who can speak Parseltongue, which is a kind of blood inheritance.

Only a family with bloodlines as powerful as Slytherin, or in other words, only a family of pure-blooded wizards as conservative as the Gaunt family who insisted on intermarriage among close relatives, can pass on the magic of bloodlines today, thousands of years later.

Others, such as the Malfoy family who claim to be of pure blood, only have one name left.

The bloodline inheritance of the Ravenclaw family is to abandon their own feelings for the highest wisdom, so what is the complete bloodline inheritance of the more famous Slytherin family? !It is definitely not just as simple as Parseltongue, but no matter how powerful it is, no one knows it now.

"You should understand, Ivan?" Dumbledore asked softly, "Really?"

"Yes, Professor, this is Parseltongue!" Ivan said, "What is he talking about?"

"Oh, I think it might be something like Ogden's unpopularity. This family is known for being restless and violent. They don't welcome outsiders."

"The family of Voldemort's mother, the Gaunts..."

"It seems that you have done a lot of research!" Dumbledore was not surprised at all, but said happily, "Now please continue to read, this will be very helpful for our next journey, if you have anything to say, you can go out and say something."

At this time, Morfin, who was dressed in rags, was approaching Ogden step by step with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.

"Hey, don't!" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late.

With a loud bang, Ogden fell to the ground.

He pinched his nose with his hands, and a disgusting yellow, sticky stuff gushed out from between his fingers.

"Morfin!" cried a voice.

An elderly man ran out of the wooden house in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, the dead snake on it shook violently.

The man was slightly shorter than Morfin, and he was oddly out of proportion, with shoulders too broad and arms too long, with bright brown eyes, short, bristly hair, and a wrinkled face. The face looked like a ferocious old monkey.

He went and stood beside Morfin, who was giggling with pleasure when he saw Ogden lying on the ground.

"From the Ministry, huh?" The older man looked down at Ogden.

"Exactly!" said Ogden angrily, wiping his face. "I suppose you are Mr. Gaunt?"

"That's right," said Gaunt. "He hit you in the face, didn't he?"

"Yes!" said Ogden gruffly.

"I don't think it's his fault. You should have notified us when you came here, shouldn't you?" Gunter said domineeringly, "This is private territory, and if you walk in like this, can my son not take self-defense actions? "

"What does he have to defend himself?" Ogden said, struggling to get up, "I didn't intend to hurt it."

"It's not just you, we've always had nosy people, housebreakers, Muggles and rubbish here."

Ogden's nose was still bleeding yellow pus profusely, and he pointed his wand at himself, and it stopped immediately.

Mr. Gunter said a few words to Morfin with his mouth curled up. It was still a Parseltongue, and Ivan couldn't understand it.

But Morfin understood what his father meant, and seemed reluctant, and wanted to justify a few words.

His father gave him a sharp look, and he changed his mind, and walked slowly toward the log house, with strange, unsteady steps.

After entering, he closed the door heavily, and the snake above the door swayed pitifully again.

"I've come to see your son, Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden, wiping the last of the yellow pus from his skirt. "Was that Morfin just now?"

"That's Morfin," said the old man casually, suddenly aggressive. "Are you pure-blood?"

"Yes, both sides," said Ogden grimly, "but that's not what our family talks about."

"Hmph!" muttered Mr. Gaunt, squinting his eyes at Ogden's face, in an obviously offensive tone, "now that I think about it, I've seen a nose like yours in the village."

"I don't doubt that, since your son attacks them so casually," said Ogden, "maybe we can go inside and talk?"

"Into the house?"

"Yes, Mr. Gaunt, I told you I came on Morfin's business, and we sent an owl..."

"Owls are no use to me," said Gaunt. "I never read letters."

"Then you can't complain that you didn't know someone was coming," said Ogden sharply. "I'm here to deal with a serious breach of wizarding law that happened early this morning..."

"Well, well, well!" roared Gaunt, "just go to the damned house, you'll be much more comfortable then!"

There seemed to be three small rooms in the house, the large one in the center doubled as a kitchen and living room, and two doors led to other rooms.

Morfin was sitting in a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, fiddling with a live viper between his thick fingers, and humming strangely in Parseltongue softly. Wen didn't understand what it meant, but it was conceivable that the lyrics decided not to make people feel happy.

As they entered, there was the sound of slow steps in the corner by the open window.

A girl came out. The tattered gray dress she was wearing was almost the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her. She glanced cautiously at the strange visitor and stood on the stove covered with soot. Beside a steaming saucepan, looking for something in a dirty pile of pots and pans on the shelf above the stove.

Her straight hair was dull, and her face was pale, plain, and sad.

Her eyes, like her brother's, stared in two opposite directions.