Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Along the dirt road that was once taken in Aug's registration, Ivan and Dumbledore went to the woods next to the valley.

Unlike the renovation of a new main road, the dirt road is still bent, the pit depressed and full of rocks, and the shrub hedges on both sides become taller and denser.

They grow without rules, filling up everything around them, even covering the road.

Almost a hundred years have passed, but little has changed here, where time seems to be stagnating.

After crossing those dense old trees, Evan saw the Gunter family's old house again.

Now, this old house should be called ruins, but more appropriate.

The mossy walls still exist, stubbornly supporting the main body of the old house, crawling with plants, all the tiles on the roof falling off, the exposed rice trees starting to rot, the doors and windows disappearing, leaving black painted holes.

The bugs climbed over the sounds of the house, and thick nettles had taken over the place.

Voldemort hid the ring here, and Ivan didn't know whether to say it was just a good idea that wasn't noticeable or a bold enough idea to go crazy.

In front of any intruder, this shabby old house can't play a protective role.

But again, no one will be interested in it, and this shitty cabin is not worth a cent.

From this point of view, the Gunter family is definitely the saddest pureblood wizard family ever.

However, it has special significance for him.

“This is it!” Dumbledore said, taking two steps forward and stopping again, "Do you feel anything? ”

“What?” Evan exclaimed, looking at the shitty house in front of him.

“Magic, this place has seen magic.” Dumbledore whispered that something like a spell was spreading in the air, "Evan, I told you before, feel it with all your heart, don't trust your eyes, it's unreliable. ”

He spins slowly in place, obviously focusing on something that his eyes can't see.

It's much harder than usual to feel magic, Ivan closing his eyes, and the magic around him seems to be twisting in front of the house.

A metaphor, like light, originally came in a certain direction, but suddenly deviations occurred.

“In the corner to the right!” Evan slowly said, looking for the magic changing area.

“Yes, you can feel it, right there. Let's go inside!” Dumbledore said, tremendously moving forward.

“Professor, what kind of magic is this, the same arrangement in that cave by the sea? ”

Ivan still has fresh memories of that magic, and only with blood can it be broken and entered.

“I don't think so, but the same evil!” Dumbledore said, "There's always a small price to pay to get that thing. Advanced black magic is always like this, which also meets Voldemort's expectations, but I don't think it should be too hard this time, he was only 15 years old when he got the ring, he was about your age, he didn't master so much taboo magic then, maybe the soul wasn't as corrupt, after all, it was his first soul weapon, he had never killed anyone before. ”

Evan, follow him. Dumbledore means Riddle wasn't so evil then?

“Hogwarts didn't have so much wicked dark magic for him to understand, although I can be sure that he had read every magic book he could find in the library's restricted library!” Dumbledore said, walking Ivan into a pitch-black cabin, "but those magic books were screened, and some truly dangerous things were isolated. ”

Just entering, deeper darkness suddenly swallowed them, and the air became thinner.

Through the light at the end of the wand, Ivan sees nothing but dust, dark everywhere, unable to see the original face.

The ceiling is covered with a thick web of spiders, the walls inside the house have collapsed and weeds are swamped between the rocks.

One of the rafters fell and stood on the floor tilted, while the other struggled to support the weight of the whole house.

Ivan followed Dumbledore carefully inside and dared not touch anything.

Everything here gives him the feeling that if you touch it gently, the house will collapse completely and bury them alive here.

“He got the ring when he was fifteen, and he carried it with him for a short time, and soon he realized that it was too shaky, the Peverel family emblem, and although he was very willing to tell others about his long and noble lineage, he was not willing to draw too much attention, especially to me.” Dumbledore's voice rang in front of Ivan, and they had entered the room to the right, "because he couldn't explain to me how he got this priceless ring, you know, almost nothing before he got to Hogwarts. Besides, that ring was a soul tool, the first one he ever made, and it was an unwise act to carry it with you. I think he got back here shortly after Muffin was caught, and it was supposed to be Christmas holiday that year, and he hid the ring, which must be it, so he didn't have enough time to check it out. ”

“Professor, what's the power on that ring?” Ivan asked, “Why do you say it solves the problem with vampires, the evil gods...”

“There are many possibilities, and I would prefer that Salazar Slytherin leave behind some kind of magic, a magic that we don't know about right now, but that undoubtedly helps us, is a vital thing.” Dumbledore said, "You remember that wall you saw deep in the octave, carved with four Slytherin objects. ”

“Have you seen it there, too? ”

“No, that place has been destroyed. I can't get in there. Not so long ago, I saw the same walls in vampire territory with the four magical objects engraved on them.” That's why I believe that ring will help us, "Dumbledore said," and it seems that only by collecting all four items can the secrets of Slytherin be completely solved. ”

Ivan was going to ask where the double snake scepter was, but Dumbledore shouldn't know either.

If he knew, he would definitely tell himself or just go get it, just like he's here now looking for a ring.

Ask Keresis that question. He must know something.

Two men struggled to move forward in the ruins of the cabin, and Dumbledore waved his wand to remove debris and debris from the ground.

They came to the right corner of the house and appeared in front of both of them in a large black wardrobe, probably the only piece of furniture left in the Gunter family.