Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“A memory?” Ivan looks up at Dumbledore, "don't you know where that thing is? ”

“Oh, yeah, just speculation, so please take a closer look, Evan, it's an important memory.” Dumbledore said, "I need you to keep what you see firmly in your head, and it will help you the most when you need it. ”

“Well, who's this Bob Ogden? ”

“He worked in the Department of Magic Law Enforcement that year.” Dumbledore said softly, "He's been dead for some time, but before he died, I tried to find him and convince him to share these memories with me. Now, we're going to go with him to a place he's been on a mission, or that sentence, and remember what you're going to see next...”

Dumbledore unplugged the plug of the crystal bottle and poured the silver substance from the bottle into the meditation basin.

They spin slowly in the basin, emitting faint light, neither liquid nor gaseous.

“Come on!” Dumbledore made a gesture, please.

Ivan looked at himself before, took a deep breath and stuck his head in a silver substance.

He felt his feet leave the dimly lit living room, passing through the constantly spinning darkness, falling down, falling, suddenly the strong sun stabbed him in the eye closed, without waiting for his eyes to adjust, Dumbledore landed beside him.

They stand on a typical English country road, full of nostalgic countryside.

On both sides are tall, leaf-integrated hedges with summer skies above their heads, as clear and blue as my flowers.

Standing about ten steps ahead of them, a short, fat man.

He wore a pair of particularly thick glasses, and his eyes narrowed to two points, like mole eyes.

At this moment, he is reading a wooden signpost protruding from the thorny bushes on the left side of the trail.

Needless to say, this must be Ogden! A typical wizard who learned about Muggles only in school, obeyed the rules, but didn't know how to adapt. From the way he dressed, you can guess, he probably wanted to look like Muggles, but he didn't have enough experience.

Finally, he dressed uneventfully and dressed in an eccentric outfit.

A striped swimsuit with a gown coat on the outside and a shoe cover on the foot looks weird.

Ivan measured Ogden, and although he had little impression of the name, he had guessed here that this important memory was related to Voldemort.

Or, more precisely, it should be related to the Horcrux.

Now that Dumbledore took it out at this point, and said that they were going to use it in Norway, put it together, enough to show that the phantom that would appear in this memory should be Slytherin's ring, another guardian.

So they're going to the Gunter family's old house, this ancient, conservative, pureblood wizard family.

While Ivan was thinking, Ogden was walking down the trail, and they were hurrying to catch up.

As he walked past that wooden signpost, Ivan looked up at its two indicator arrows, pointing to the one they were coming to: Greater Hangton, 5 miles; pointing to the direction Ogden was going to: Little Hangton, 1 mile.

It's here, Ivan.

After the Sirius escape, he asked Lupin to investigate Voldemort's father's ancestral home.

The original intention was to destroy the materials needed for Voldemort's resurrection, his father's bones, and that old house was in Little Hangton.

Too bad they went a step late.

Voldemort was already ready, and as soon as he met a vampire in Albania, he sent someone back to remove those bones.

Ivan and Dumbledore followed Ogden for a while and couldn't see anything else but the tall shrub hedge on both sides, the vast blue summer sky above their heads and the figure in front of them walking in a gown coat and sand.

Then, turn left on the trail and follow the hillside steeply down.

Then they suddenly and unexpectedly discovered a valley that appeared in front of them at a glance.

A village appeared in front of them, and that was undoubtedly Little Hangton.

It sits between two steep hillsides with a clear view of the church and cemetery.

On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a very charming large house surrounded by lush green lawns.

Needless to say, this big house is Riddle House, but it's not defeated at all, it's very pretty.

In the sun, the glittering, high-end, wealthy people can live in the house at first glance.

Owing to the steepness of the downhill road, Ogden was forced to run small on his own.

Dumbledore took his steps bigger and Ivan stepped back faster.

Since Voldemort's father's ancestral home, Riddle House, was right in front of him, where the Gunters' old house was. Ivan thought they were going to go to the little Hangton Village in front, but he didn't. Turn right on the trail, wait for them to turn around that bend, and see Ogden's gown flash, and he disappears at a crossroads in the fence.

Dumbledore and Ivan followed him on a narrow dirt road, with hedges on both sides larger and denser than those they had just passed. The dirt road is bent, the pits are depressed and full of rocks, as steep as that trail was just now, and seems to lead down to a small pitch-black forest.

Not too far away, the dirt road connected the short woods.

Ogden stopped, pulled out the wand, and Dumbledore and Ivan stopped behind him.

Though the sky was clear and cloudless, those ancient trees cast a cool dark, dense shadow over their heads.

It took a few seconds for Ivan to see a half-hearted house half-hearted in an intertwined bush.

It has to be said that choosing this place to build a house is inappropriate or better suited to the unique tastes of the Gunter family.

Those big trees grow next to the house, blocking all the light, blocking the valley below.

Even at noon, when the sun is most abundant, there is no light in it, full of Slytherin style.

Neither he nor his descendants: the Ganters and the Vampire Branch, liked the sunshine.

The walls of the house are covered with moss, and many tiles on the roof have fallen off, and here or there the trees inside have been exposed.

The house is surrounded by dense nettles, high nettles all the way to the windows, which are very small and full of thick old dirt.

All of a sudden, it clicks and a window opens!

A fine stream of steam or green smoke emerged from it, as if someone was cooking.

Ogden walked forward quietly and cautiously.

When the dark shadow of the tree fell from him, he stopped and looked straight at the front door of the house, who nailed a dead snake to the door.