days at Hogwarts

Chapter 192 Gaunt's Old House
On the hills on the south bank of the Thames River, the granite buildings build a magnificent castle town with a long history.

At the entrance of the castle, the stretch of green grass stretches along the floor to the end of the line of sight. The clear wind blows the heart and lungs, making people unconsciously slow down to appreciate the autumn and winter trees.

Dumbledore, in a brown satin trench coat, turned up his high collar, with a relaxed expression.Loren's large magic robe was absorbed by the transfiguration and turned into an ordinary black long-sleeved jacket. The two looked like a father and son of ordinary tourists visiting the castle on weekends.

Dumbledore changed into a middle-aged appearance, but his pace did not become sharp. He looked at the green plants on both sides of the road with great interest, but his speed became slower.

Loren had to make do with his speed, stop and go.He wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery, he just wanted to go in and get the unicorn horn, his face was full of haste.

After walking for nearly half an hour, I saw that the long path outside the castle was still halfway through.Loren couldn't hold back anymore: "Principal, why don't you stay outside to enjoy the scenery, how about I go in and get the unicorn horn by myself?"

With green eyes, Dumbledore said leisurely, "Loren, the more you desire something, the less you can be blinded. This is the old wizard's advice."

Hateful Riddler...

Loren took a deep breath, suppressed his eagerness and asked, "Is there anything I haven't noticed?"

"Recently, Hogwarts Castle was very lively at night, and there were two house elves running around the school. You know, the magic of house elves is different from that of wizards, and the castle cannot restrict them." Dumbledore spoke at a leisurely pace, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Loren was taken aback when he heard the words, Harry seemed to have mentioned this matter after he was discharged from the hospital.

One of them was Dobby, who always came to the school at night to watch Harry and try to keep Harry away from the castle.They caught up with Dobby the night they visited the library.

Dobby had warned Harry that there was also an alien house-elf in the castle, who seemed to be up to no good, and told them to be careful.

"Some time ago, the wheat in the kitchen came to me and said that he often saw a strange house elf staring at you. He asked all the house elves in the castle, but no one knew him. Wheat was worried that someone would be against you, so I encouraged you Have the courage to ask me for help."

Speaking of this incident, Dumbledore looked at Loren with emotion, and he felt a little better about him in his heart.

Being able to make the house-elves sincerely appreciate him, summon up the courage to ask him, the principal, for help, shows that Loren also gets along with the house-elves sincerely, without discrimination and prejudice, and gives them the respect they deserve.

"Wheat..." Loren repeated the somewhat unfamiliar name, and it took some effort to retrieve the somewhat vague face of the house elf from memory.

The last time I saw Maimai was during the Christmas holiday... At that time, he made frozen pears and went to the kitchen to ask for some pears, and gave Xiaomai a piece of chocolate frog as a gift, but Xiaomai was overwhelmed with gratitude and insisted on being loyal to him forever.

Loren felt uncomfortable, and never went to the kitchen again, and never saw the house elf.

His thoughts were a little trance: "Why didn't he just tell me?"

"Well," Dumbledore's voice was very soft, "I asked him this question too, and his exact words were 'Wheat is a house-elf without measure, and Wheat is annoying to Mr Morgan, and Mr Morgan doesn't want to see Wheat, Wheat Don't want to bother Mr. Morgan either.'"

The cold wind in autumn and winter is already very cold, Loren sniffed, not wanting to continue talking about this topic: "So who is that house elf following me, and what's his purpose?"

Dumbledore smiled silently, and didn't hold on to the wheat thing: "It belongs to the Crabbe family. Voldemort and Little Crabbe got together. He used the house-elf to send news to the outside world, and at the same time let the house-elf The elf watched you and Harry."

Loren frowned tightly, looking at Harry, he could understand why: "Voldemort already knows that I was the one who destroyed the diary?"

"I guess he's not sure. It's just the words at the end of the diary that made Voldemort notice you. He tried to find out what's different about you, through—the house-elf's constant observation." Dumbledore Lido has something to say.

"what do you mean……"

The house-elf is still following him!
Loren closed his eyes with a sinking heart, tried to mobilize his fighting instinct, and sensed the strange sights around him.

During the long-term sparring with Flamel in the duel practice room, he accumulated a fighting instinct with his rich practical experience, and he easily noticed the prying eyes of the house elf in front of him.

The house-elf's gaze was not special, nor magical, and Loren had ignored such prying eyes before simply because there were too many of them.

The many house-elves in the castle serve the little wizards, washing clothes, preparing food, cleaning the dormitories... They try to reduce their presence so that the little wizards don't notice them.

In such an environment, most of the time, Loren would subconsciously ignore their sight.

Fortunately, he checked it out the night he cleaned up the basilisk, and confirmed that there were no house elves on the third floor, otherwise the Philosopher's Stone might be exposed.Thinking of this, Loren breathed a sigh of relief.

What he didn't know was that Dumbledore had also confirmed it for him.

Well, there were indeed no house-elves on the third floor back then.

Opening his eyes again, Loren's eyes glowed with crystal blue light, and behind a beech wood in front of him, he easily observed a magic power different from that of a wizard.

His hand immediately reached for the wand hidden in his sleeve.

Dumbledore took his hand and stopped him with a slight shake of his head.

"Why?" Loren asked puzzled.

Voldemort will definitely return, and there is not much time left for Harry.He hoped that Harry would seize every opportunity to face Voldemort and learn from it for growth.

Loren proposed to visit Windsor Castle, just to divert Voldemort's attention, preventing him from realizing that Gaunt's old house had been discovered, and his innermost and darkest place was clearly seen.

"Voldemort has other functions in the castle, and I don't want to disturb him just yet." Dumbledore looked up at the beech wood.

Emmmm…

Loren still took out his wand from his sleeve: "I'll go get the unicorn horn first..."

The house elf hiding behind the beech tree trembled violently. He was worried about the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. He didn't dare to get too close. He couldn't hear their conversation. He could only vaguely feel two extremely oppressive gazes. .

"It won't be discovered..." The house elf's heart seemed to be grasped by some invisible hand, and the blood flow in his body became stiff.

He was afraid of being discovered, and even more afraid of failing to fulfill his master's orders.Cautiously, he poked his head out from behind the beech tree to take a look.

I saw Loren holding the wand and tapping it lightly on his chest, and a wave of water flowed from the tip of the wand to his whole body.

"Fortunately, it wasn't discovered." He patted his chest thankfully, but then widened his protruding eyes like tennis balls, as if the eyeballs were about to fall out at any time.

Phantom curse!The figure of the little wizard disappeared from sight!
Loren Morgan is the main target that the master ordered to observe, he won't lose the target!

The house-elf trembled even more, uncontrollably in terror.

The lives of their humble, enslaved little people were worth little to the man who could not even be named, and even his minions treated house-elves like vermin.

If the master's order cannot be fulfilled, the master will let the terrible poisonous snake penetrate his nostrils and penetrate his head, lay eggs in it, and use its body to hatch young snakes.

Tears of fear welled up in his eyes at the thought of those horrific vipers writhing in his head, and his snot trickled down to the dirty rag he was wearing.

Amidst the great fear, he forced himself to calm down, and comforted himself by talking to himself: "Dumbledore is still here, the little wizard will not go far, and he will come back."

Even from a long distance, Dumbledore could still sense every move of the house-elf.

Mai Mai is grateful to Loren and sincerely dedicates his loyalty to him.This house-elf is afraid of Voldemort, afraid of Crabbe.

Comparing the two, Dumbledore sighed faintly: "The overwhelming power is never strength, never fear."

"Yes, Loren Morgan will be back, will be back..." the house-elf kept repeating this sentence, as if grabbing at a straw, the already thin voice became panicked. More tapered.

Sure enough, the little wizard named Loren Morgan soon appeared, holding something like a white pointed horn in his hand.

To his despair, this time Dumbledore disappeared with Loren.

The house-elf screamed and snapped his fingers, teleporting to where Dumbledore and Loren had been just now.

Teleporting from the field outside the castle to the field beside the Thames, he could follow Loren Morgan's magical trail to get here.But this time it was Dumbledore who teleported with Loren Morgan, and he couldn't catch any trace of the apparition's magic.

The house-elf froze. He grabbed a thick branch from a nearby tree and hit himself on the head hard.

When he punished himself for failing to complete the task assigned by his master, he held a trace of sadness in his heart.

If you can smash your head, you don't need to hatch snake eggs.

Suddenly, he stopped beating, and stared at Windsor Castle with bloodshot eyes, the blood flowing from his forehead blurred his vision.Pain and despair caused a gleam of light to flash in his blurred vision.

"Although I don't know what Loren Morgan took from the castle, nor where they went...but if, if it can make the master happy...the master may simply cut off my head..."

The shrill voice of the house elf became sinister and terrifying. He didn't want his head to be riddled with poisonous snakes, his frightened expression gradually turned into madness, and his fingertips lit up with a hot red light...

There was a squeeze of rubber tubes all over the body, every part seemed to be reorganized and merged, and the brain was stretched and pulled back. The dizziness and falling sensation indicated that the apparition distance was very long.

The polymorph on the coat has been removed, and the unicorn horn is stored in a pocket on the inside of the robe.

Loren took a deep breath to calm down the discomfort caused by teleportation, and opened his eyes. They were standing on a country road with tall hedges with tangled branches and leaves on both sides, and the sky above them was slightly gloomy.

"Principal, your apparition seems to be a little different," Loren said.

Dumbledore was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorn bushes on the left side of the path: "Fawkes's magic, which will allow us to throw off the house-elves."

"Oh." Loren looked at the road sign. There were two arrows on it, and the arrow pointing to their back read: Great Hangleton, 5 miles.The arrow pointing their way read: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

Dumbledore compared the scene of the journey with Bob Ogden's memory, trying to see what it looked like 50 years ago.

"Although you may not be interested, I still want to tell you a story from many years ago." He led Loren along the tall bush hedges on both sides of the road.

Loren concentrated on the difficult, steep path under her feet.

Turning the path to the left, the line of sight suddenly opened up, and they were standing on a high hillside.Looking down the hill, Loren saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton.The village is nestled between two steep hillsides, and the church and cemetery are clearly visible.

But their destination was not the village. They walked straight down the steep hill. Before entering the village, the path turned right and entered a gap in the fence.

This is a steeper and narrower dirt road. The bushes on both sides are more dense.

"Many years ago, the Gaunt family lived here. Marvolo, his son Morfin, and his daughter Merope are the last descendants of the Gaunt family. It was a very old wizard family. They were irrational and famous for their violence. Self-proclaimed descendants of Slytherin. In fact, they are. It's just that the wealth of the ancestors passed into their hands and there is nothing left."

Dumbledore narrated calmly, without any emotion, as if telling an unimportant story.He took Loren's hand slightly and lifted him across a boulder blocking the way.

Continuing on, the dirt road leads to a dark forest.There are intertwined tree roots on the ground, and dense and lush branches above the head, which almost completely cover the sky without revealing a trace of skylight.Russling, Loren vaguely saw a few fat snakes twisting and twisting among the branches.

"Morfin attacked Tom Riddle, the son of a Muggle squire. His father Marvolo joined him in rebelling against the Aurors when Mr. Bob Ogden summoned him, wounding Ministry of Magic officials. Both were imprisoned. Zkaban."

"Merope, who got rid of the rule of her father and elder brother, became freer and used some secret means to force Riddle to elope with her."

Passing through the gaps in the tree trunks, I finally saw a strange old house.

The walls were covered with moss, the roof tiles were shabby, also covered with branches and moss, and the nettles grew thickly around the house, higher than the windows, and almost flooded the house.Everywhere here reveals a strong strangeness and unspeakable mystery.

Walking closer, Loren saw that besides the moss, there were some corroded snake bones on the ground in front of the decayed gate.Pushing the door open, the gaps in the stone wall are covered with moss, and the wooden wall has long been eaten away by various insects, and it is covered with various fungi.

(End of this chapter)