Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts

Uncle Vernon was extremely shocked when he saw Sirius. He didn't understand why this man was walking with that kid Harry. But judging from his attitude, this man is most likely a damn wizard.

Uncle Vernon took a deep breath, making himself appear bigger like a pufferfish.

While he was adjusting his clothes and tie to look more presentable, Sirius led Harry up to him.

"Mr. Dursley? Hello." Sirius stretched out his hand to Uncle Vernon, "You have worked really hard to take care of Harry these years."

Standing behind him, Harry struggled to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

What the Dursleys call "care" is better described as "keeping him alive". But now that Sirius is here, he has no intention of causing trouble and just wants to complete Dumbledore's request quickly.

After recuperating in the ancestral home for half a year, Sirius's mental state has been greatly restored, which has allowed him to regain his free and uninhibited handsome appearance. In addition, his attitude is not bad, so Uncle Vernon is also patient. She shook hands with him gently. Then he pulled his hand back as if he was electrocuted.

"You are?" Uncle Vernon's little eyes were full of doubts.

"I am Sirius Black, Harry's godfather."

The eyes of Vernon and Petunia beside him suddenly widened.

Harry actually has a godfather? How come they don't know? !

"Wait a minute! Are you this kid's godfather? Then, why did he have to live in my house for more than ten years?" Uncle Vernon simply couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

The trouble that Harry, a tart, has caused to him over the past ten years is beyond what a normal person would have imagined.

Sirius originally had a lot of guilt towards the Dursleys and gratitude to them for raising Harry. But Vernon Dursley's words and attitude gradually annoyed him, so he responded firmly: "I have been locked up in Azkaban Wizarding Prison, and I just escaped from it a few days ago."

Although Uncle Vernon didn't know what Azkaban was, he could still understand the words prison and escape.

Then his little eyes were immediately filled with fear.

In his eyes, wizards are potential criminals who are freaks per capita, but the person in front of him turns out to be a criminal among wizards. Isn't that a criminal among criminals and a freak among freaks?

He was so frightened that he didn't know what to say, while Harry stood happily watching his uncle's fun, with no intention of telling Uncle Vernon that Sirius had actually recovered his innocence.

"You, you!" Uncle Vernon's voice became trembling, and beads of shiny sweat appeared on his forehead. It suddenly occurred to him that there were actually many wizards in the train station now.

"Do you know that there are many wizards here, and you are so arrogant-" Uncle Vernon lowered his voice, putting pressure on Sirius without wanting to attract other people's attention.

He was afraid that Sirius, who would be desperate after being discovered, would use him as a hostage.

"I know, because I have found a way to get free, and my current wanted status has been cancelled." Sirius saw through Vernon's mind, so he deliberately changed his words. The lines seemed to imply that Vernon had canceled the wanted order through unfair means.

Sure enough, Vernon was frightened by Sirius.

Seeing Vernon standing there with a pale face and a deflated ball, Sirius was satisfied.

"I came here today to tell you something. Harry is moving to my house this summer."

Vernon:! ! !

These words sounded like the sound of nature to his ears!

He never expected that this wizard, who was suspected of being a criminal, could actually bring him such great news.

"So he's moving out of my house?" Uncle Vernon asked impatiently.

It would be great if I could throw the burden of Harry to the man in front of me!

"Of course not." Thinking of what Dumbledore had told him in the letter before, Sirius immediately shattered Uncle Vernon's illusions.

"Harry will still use your home as [home] until he reaches adulthood."

Sirius' words made Vernon feel like he was in a cold cellar, but after thinking about it, Uncle Vernon felt better again: because this Black said that he would not wait until Harry came of age.

Doesn't that mean that as long as this little brat comes of age, he will have nothing to do with him? That doesn't seem bad. I just need to endure it for a few more years and get through it.

"Okay." Uncle Vernon shrugged his shoulders and let out a loud snort.

"Then will he come back this summer vacation?" Penny, who had been silent all the time, suddenly asked.

"I don't think so, but he wants to go home with you and have a meal together before leaving."

This is undoubtedly good news for the Dursley family. Compared to Harry being away for the whole summer, treating him to a meal was really no big deal.

Together they took Uncle Vernon's new car and left King's Cross station, heading towards Privet Drive in Devon.

There they will complete Harry's "handover procedures."

Les watched the sitcom that Harry co-starred with his uncle's family with great interest, then said goodbye to the Greengrass family and set off on the road to Hangleton.

For a wizard like him, it wouldn't take much time to travel, and Les found the town of Hangleton without much effort.

However, as time went by, the town of Hangleton was divided into two villages, Little Hangleton and Big Hangleton. According to his vague memory, Rice walked towards Little Hangleton instinctively.

When he reached the end of the tree-lined path and saw the hills not far away, the gray memories in his mind began to gradually become vivid.

Yes, this is it. After leaving Hogwarts, he chose such a place to hide his identity and live a secluded life.

He had a lot of wealth and bought a lot of properties. He also adopted a little boy named Gaunt. He didn't leave this secluded place until the end of his life.

Before leaving, he took away most of his magic props, but gave all the floating wealth and the family property accumulated over the years to the Gaunt boy.

A series of memories flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern. Standing in the same place, indulging in the memories of the past for a long time, he walked along a path towards Little Hangleton.

Little Hangleton is a beautiful little village, nestled between two steep hills. From a distance, the church and the cemetery are clearly visible, not much different from a thousand years ago. A manor stands on the hillside opposite the valley, surrounded by a large green lawn.

The manor looks quite dilapidated, but it is not difficult to see that it was once very magnificent. Les can even imagine the scene in its heyday: white walls and red tiles, bright windows and clean tables, and the surrounding lawns spread out like velvet. The manor is located on the hill, overlooking the entire Little Hangleton.

This is Les' ideal residence.

'This should be the ancestral home of the Gaunt family. ' He thought so.

From Les's perspective, this conjecture is quite reasonable. After all, the last descendant of the Gaunt family has been imprisoned in Azkaban, so wouldn't the Gaunt family's house be abandoned?

He didn't expect the Gaunt family to fall into that state, because the "legacy" he left behind was quite rich.

Les came to the "Gaunt's ancestral house" and found that it didn't seem to be completely abandoned. There was an old gardener taking care of the yard.

The old gardener was working slowly in the flowerbed. But in Les's opinion, everything he did was in vain. Judging from the surrounding environment, the old man could not stop the weeds from spreading around him.

As if he noticed Les's gaze, the old gardener turned around and stared at Les.

"What's the matter?" He asked stiffly.

Les would not argue too much with an old man. He asked the old gardener directly if this was the Gaunt's house.

"Gaunt?" The old gardener frowned, as if the long-forgotten memories were touched, but those memories were so "rusty" that he couldn't recall them for a while.

"This is not the Gaunt's house. This, this used to belong to the Riddle family, and then it changed owners several times. Who can tell whose house it is now?" Seeing that Les was not here to cause trouble, the old gardener's attitude became a little friendlier.

He told Rice about some old stories.

Rice was not interested in those old things. He was only interested in the "Riddle" mentioned by the old gardener.

This not very common surname reminded him of the young man named Tom Riddle. Of course, he liked to be called Voldemort.

"Please tell me more about the Riddle family. By the way, you can call me Henry." Rice decided to let the old man in front of him reveal more information to him.

He stretched out his hand to the old man. The old gardener hesitated for a moment and stretched out his calloused hand to shake him.

"I'm Frank, the gardener here." Frank took a look at the garden that he had cleaned up halfway and decided to change a place to talk slowly with "Henry".

He invited Rice to his home - a dilapidated hut next to the Riddle Mansion.

"The story starts from when I was young..." Frank talked for more than an hour before he explained the whole story to Rice.

Frank participated in World War II when he was young. At the beginning of the war, he lost one leg and became a cripple. But it was a blessing in disguise, he didn't have to stay in the army to fight the Germans.

After leaving the army, he found a job as a gardener in Little Hangleton Village and lived a quiet life without much social interaction - until the Riddle family suddenly died unexpectedly. Frank, who had the key to the back door of the house, became the biggest suspect, but was acquitted because there was not enough evidence.

When Les learned that the Riddle family had not been harmed by poison, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor were they suffocated to death, he immediately understood who was behind it.

This family died of the Killing Curse, and Voldemort was very likely to be the suspect.

Recalling the identity Voldemort told himself in the Chamber of Secrets, Les felt as if he had found out the truth of the matter.

"Have you heard of Tom Riddle?" Les asked, he simply estimated his age and added: "Maybe he is the son or grandson of this family."

The old gardener nodded, and then told Les that Tom Riddle was one of the dead.

Les:?

Then he realized that the dead man was most likely Voldemort's biological father.

"In fact, I saw a boy I didn't know on the day of the incident. The boy had black hair and a pale face, and was about your age." Frank said.

"The Tom Riddle you mentioned who died, he should have a child, right?"

Frank shook his head, but hesitated again, because he vaguely remembered hearing about Tom's "romantic affair" before.

"He may have an illegitimate child..." Frank slowly told Les the story of how old Tom Riddle abandoned his fiancée and eloped with a crazy woman.

"By the way!" Frank slapped his thigh fiercely, "The crazy woman's surname is Gaunt! Not long after she eloped with Riddle, Riddle came back alone, but she disappeared, and no one wanted to care."

Les nodded, and all the clues were strung together.

The daughter of the Gaunt family eloped with old Tom Riddle, and then gave birth to little Tom Riddle, that is, Voldemort.

When Voldemort grew up, he managed to figure out his identity. He was so angry that he killed his father's family and put the blame on the Gaunt family who settled in this area.

After turning Voldemort's past upside down, Les said goodbye to the old gardener and looked for the Gaunt family in the direction pointed by Frank.

To be honest, it was not easy to find, because Voldemort seemed to have hidden the Gaunt House with a spell.

But with Rice's increased attention and careful observation, nothing could be hidden.

"An exquisite spell, still working as before after decades." Rice stood in front of a shaggy bush, marveling at Voldemort's "masterpiece".

In his opinion, Tom Riddle's magical attainments were indeed quite good.

But in front of him, he was still a little immature.

Rice waved his wand and easily broke the spells left by Voldemort.

A hut covered with vines appeared in front of him.

Rice took two steps forward, and there was a crisp sound under his feet. He looked down and saw the remains of a snake.

It seems that the descendants of the Gaunt family are convinced that they are descendants of Slytherin.

Rice walked into the almost collapsed hut, walked around twice on the rotten floor, and then locked a position.

He broke the floor, and a golden box was revealed.

Driven by magic, the protective spell on the box also dissipated. The lid popped open, and a gold ring inlaid with a black gem appeared in front of him.

A unique symbol was engraved on the black gem.

Looking at the pattern composed of triangles, vertical lines and inscribed circles, Les narrowed his eyes: he felt as if he had accidentally found the Resurrection Stone, which was suspected to be one of the Three Hallows of Death.

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Update, here it is! Good night~