Chapter 290

Two days later.

The northern fringe of Sussex, little hangton. A train with a chimney came to a stop on the old platform.

Hoffa, dressed as an ordinary Muggle, walked slowly down from the train. In front of him was a small village, which had been looking for him for a long time. It was nearly 20 kilometers away from bridgewells, the nearest city.

After nicoleme told him the way of resurrection, he came to this place nonstop. If there is no accident, his old classmate should be waiting for resurrection somewhere in this village.

It's less than seven o'clock now. It's a bit gloomy. Thick fog covers the village. The streets are muddy and the sky is covered with depressing black clouds. In the distance between two steep hillsides, some tombstones can be seen hazily.

The dim lamps on the gravel road shine on the muddy sidewalk, leaving only the glimmer of fireflies. There is also a light yellow light from the glass windows of the shops on both sides, shining through the confused fog on the open street.

"Is this Voldemort's hometown..."

he said to himself that this place is actually Voldemort's nominal hometown, but Tom Riedel's real hometown should be in London's Wu's orphanage, just like him.

Village facilities are very poor, not much commercial traces, as long as a pub, there is a convenience store and fruit stand.

As he passed the fruit stand, Hoffa thought and stopped.

"How do you sell apples?" He asked.

"Five shillings a kilo." Said the boss.

"Give me a kilo."

"All right."

"Where are the oranges?"

"Three shillings."

"Is it sweet?"

"It must be sweet. Try it."

"Give me a kilo."

"By the way, boss, do you have a place called Riedel house?"

"What?" The fruit stall owner had a puzzled look on his face.

"Riddell house."

"Never heard of it."

The fruit shop owner shook his head.

A minute later, Hoffa stood frowning on the country road with a woven bag of fruit.

He looked around and saw only a few scattered lights in the distance. He didn't see the legendary mansion, Ryder's house. He asked several villagers in succession, but they all said they didn't know, which made him confused.

According to the plot of the original book, the residents of little hangton like to talk about the tragedy of Riddell house most. How can they say they don't know all about it.

Unable to understand, Hoffa carried a bag of fruit and walked along the stone road. The more he walked, the more sparse the street lights were until they disappeared.

After bypassing a hillside, the streetlights completely disappeared, leaving only the dark, dense shadow of nettles in the moonlight.

Then Hoffa saw a house in the distance, half hidden and half visible among the tangled trees. The walls of the house were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof were all gone, revealing the rotten rafters behind.

He stopped in front of the most dilapidated house and frowned.

With the help of the powerful mental field, he can detect an extremely hidden and evil force in this house, which is very similar to the Slytherin curse that Tom Riddell imposed on him in those years.

Gunter house?

After thinking for a moment, he determined the identity of the dilapidated old house, which made him hesitant. He hesitated to go in and have a look.

After all, if this is Gunter's old house, then the second of the legendary Deathly Hallows, the resurrection stone, is stored in this building.

The steps moved.

Hiss!

On the dead tree, a winding snake quickly escaped.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly.

I don't know when a woman is standing behind me.

that is a woman with a woven bag in her hand. She has black hair on her plate, V long purple skirt, B cup, and a thick eye shadow. She is not good-looking. She is thin and is looking at herself with blinking and blinking.

A man and a woman quietly looked at each other for a moment.

The woman just looked at him with a dull expression.

Hoffa tilted his head, turned and walked in front of the thin woman who was also carrying the woven bag. The moonlight was shining on his bald head.

Looking up, he could see that the woman's woven bag contained bottles of milk, some raw meat and vegetables, and several Muggle bills in her other hand.

After Hoffa got close to her, she subconsciously turned her head and stepped back.

"Where is Riddell house, please?"

Hoffa asked politely.

The woman took a furtive look at him with erratic eyes.

Hoffa followed her eyes to see the past, it is the top of the valley in the distance, a waning moon hiding in the clouds behind the valley."That direction?"

Hoffa reached out.

The woman shook her head.

"It's dangerous to run out alone so late."

Hoffa sighed and said, "I'll take you back."

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." the woman stepped back two steps, pointed to her mouth, made a gesture, waved her hand and made a voice similar to a mute.

Then she turned and walked in the opposite direction.

He hit Hoffa on the chest.

Dong!!

She looked at the bald young man in front of her with a frightened face.

Hoffa reached for her cold arm and, smiling, slowly but irresistibly, followed her little arm, touched her palm, then separated her slender fingers and lifted the woven bag from her hand.

"I'll carry it for you." He said.

Pop!

Without saying a word, the woman threw the woven bag, twisted her waist and ran to the distance. The speed was so fast that she almost disappeared into Hoffa's sight in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa smiles and walks away with two woven bags.

I saw the woman in front of me running crazily, faster and faster, and finally her legs were twisted. As she ran, she turned back, as if there was a ghost behind her.

After the woman, he entered a mountain manor. On one side of the road was the open heath bush, and on the other side was the old yew hedge. Behind the hedge, there were huge trees. There is a lichen covered stone road in the manor, and the stone pillars on both sides of the gate are full of ragged heraldry patterns. In addition to the stone road in the middle of the road, Hoffa found several hedges with gaps and paths. From the road can not see the courtyard, the surrounding environment is dark, decadent.

After arriving at the open manor, the woman threw herself on the ground and struggled with pain and distortion. The more she struggled, the longer her body became. Finally, she became a giant snake ten meters long.

After three turns around the hedge, the giant snake swished in.

Hoffa also made three turns around the hedge when he came out.

A towering but dilapidated Castle appeared in front of him. In the thick fog, it stood in the gray light. The windows were dark. There were many diamond shaped small lattice glass windows on the four square bare walls. It was still like the one left by its builders in the early 17th century. The yard was littered with garbage and bushes.

Standing under the castle, Hoffa knew it. It seems that Tom, in order to hide his identity and position, not only hid Riddell house by magic, but also erased the memory of little hangton residents about Riddell house.

But he was also a little curious. If he saw the guy he hadn't seen for a long time, what attitude should he take to face him.

In the memory of this timeline, the last time they met, they used mistletoe to take away a fragment of his soul. I'm afraid he also hated himself to death.

However, after such a ridiculous life, Hoffa not only can't express much hatred for Tom, but also has a sense of helplessness.

(Shasha...)

"SiHa!"

Suddenly, a huge black snake rushed out of the shadow of the castle, jumped more than three meters high, opened its mouth in the air, and bit Hoffa's neck horizontally. Its scales were shining in the moonlight.

Hoffa took a look at it. He wondered why naniji could become a woman. To be honest, when he first saw this woman, he was shocked. It was clear that she was not Animagus, but she had an unknown transfiguration curse. The transfiguration curse was more like some kind of curse, which was not only uncontrollable but also very dangerous.

Click!

The snake bit Hoffa's bald head, but failed to bite in.

"Don't move."

Hoffa said, slowly merging the two bags into one, then freeing one hand to grab naniji's neck and twist it slightly.

The snake let out a whine, hit the floor heavily and twisted wildly.

Hoffa didn't want to tear his face with Tom. After all, he wanted help, so he didn't have to be embarrassed. He dragged his tail into the gap in the old porch, where there was a steep staircase leading to the castle. He looked up at the grim place, the ruins of the old rough chiseled stone walls, and the musty smell of stacks of coffins, some of which were made of lead, some of which were made of stone, stacked high against one side of the wall, to the arch and the roof hidden in the shadow above.

Naniji, the snake, may be desperate and motionless.

When I came to the castle hall, suddenly a roar came from the distance: "all petrified!"

A blue spell came from the shadow of the second floor.

Then there was a crazy magic bombardment: "smashed to pieces, fainted, full of obstacles, relaxed, awada killed..."

the colorful light flashed disorderly.

After a round of curse bombing, the hall was blown up in a mess.

The smoke billowed, and the gravel and chips crackled down.In the corridor on the second floor, Pettigrew squatted on the ground, holding a magic wand in his hand, stretched out from the middle of the guardrail, staring at the watery eyes, staring at the center of the hall.

I don't know if it's his illusion. He just saw a bald teenager with a woven bag coming in from the outside with naniji's tail. It scared him. He has lived for so many years, and he has never seen such a strange picture.

You know, naniji is more than ten meters long. He can swallow an adult man with a meal, but now he is dragged by his tail. What's the concept?

The dust settled.

The hall was empty and empty.

It's as if the man with naniji's tail was just his illusion.

"Ha... Ha..." Pettigrew wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, licked his lips, and laughed: "what's the matter, are you too nervous recently?"

"Peter the dwarf?"

A tentative question behind him made the short man's face white, and he was almost petrified on the spot. After five or six seconds, he turned his head mechanically and little by little.

Behind him, the bald head dressed like an ordinary Muggle street high school student is holding two woven bags, looking down at himself with a smile.