Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 210 Riddle's House

The big snake Nagini pointed out the direction for several people.

But even she couldn't describe the name that would have plunged so many Death Eaters into the abyss of death.

What is brewing in the dark?

Everything is unknown.

"Not so long ago, that feeling of being spied on came back..."

He Gang communicated with Dumbledore in a low voice. After they left Hogwarts with Nagini, they were finally able to use Apparition.

"The feeling of being spied on by the god of death."

grim Reaper……

Dumbledore fell silent.

The legend about the Deathly Hallows came back to his mind.

Of course, now it seems that the rumored story that as long as you gather all three weapons, you can become the master of death is just a rumor.

After all, the thing called "system" can mass-produce the elderberry wand in the Deathly Hallows, and the other two props should not be a problem.

The Defiled Cross has built a huge and magnificent ancient medieval church deep in the Forbidden Forest. Harry Potter and his two friends, as well as Bellatrix, who was pregnant with Voldemort's child, were trapped by Dumbledore and Harry Potter. Ordered to stay inside.

To this end, Dumbledore even cast some spells on the doors and windows of the church that could never be opened with the power of wizards in this world.

He Gang was very worried that something strange would happen to the Horcrux.

Voldemort seems to have become the center of all vortexes, and even his Horcruxes have become extremely important.

The dizziness and nausea from the apparition came quickly, and a transparent, impenetrable bubble was enveloping Nagini's body, preventing her from losing parts of her body during the journey.

To be honest, from the way she looked at Dumbledore, she could also think that her hatred for Dumbledore had never diminished over the years.

【噗嗤——】

After coming out of the disturbing dizziness, He Gang took a deep breath.

He hadn't adjusted to the light around him yet.

But the thick rotten and earthy smell that permeated the surrounding air could not be dispelled from the nasal cavity.

"I've been here before."

Dumbledore said that he was standing about a few meters in front of He Gang, holding on to a half-broken tombstone,
"Little Hangleton Village, where Tom Riddle's former residence is located, and this cemetery is also the place where he used to usurp a second life for himself."

There was a strange light in his eyes.

Thinking back to the past, when he was fighting wits and bravery with Voldemort, who was slowly waking up in the dark like an ancient wise man, Harry Potter was given such a heavy hope by him.

They were standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, and they could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.

On the left is a hill.

There is an exquisite old house on the hillside there, but for some reason, He Gang always has such a creepy feeling about that exquisite old house that seems to be hidden in the dark.

【hiss--】

Nagini straightened up alertly.

She sensed what danger lurked around here.

"She said that the vague connection with Voldemort only supported her to find this position."

Dumbledore explained to He Gang.

He Gang waved his hand.

He glanced at Nagini, and said:
"After this matter, maybe you can invite her to go to another world with us. We have many ways to make her regain her human identity."

But unexpectedly, Orochi seemed to understand his words, and raised his head and cast a grateful look at He Gang.

There was a rustling sound in the distance.

The visitor seemed to have nothing to hide his intentions.

He Gang and Dumbledore looked at each other and drew out their wands.

He Gang originally wanted to use the War of the Sea Beast, but there are some things in this world that are immune to physical damage. In this case, a magic wand might be more suitable.

They stared openly into the darkness.

A black shadow that seems to be full of holes is walking towards them step by step between the tombs. The body of the black shadow is full of large and small holes pierced by hazy fluorescent lights.

They couldn't see his face clearly.

But judging from the gait and the posture of the arms, the man seemed to have his hands hidden under the cloak, and he was thin and tall.

He wears a hooded cloak that hides his face.

There are dazzling and weird lines on the cloak, and if you look closely, you will actually fall into some kind of crazy thoughts.

The man stopped before a towering marble tombstone, only a few meters away from them.

At that moment, He Gang and Dumbledore looked at the strange figure.

It was a... defiant, handsome, and impressive face.

He Gang is fine, he doesn't feel anything, just that this little guy has a strong aura.

But Dumbledore nearly fell over.

His lips moved—

"Gellert..."

He Gang heard the name.

But it just feels incredible.

Gellert Grindelwald, one of the most powerful dark wizards in the history of the world, the revolutionary group he and his followers had established was far more powerful than Voldemort and his Death Eaters in its heyday .

"He is not Grindelwald, Professor."

He Gang said.

Even the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand has a skill that can summon the phantom of Grindelwald during his lifetime.

Grindelwald was killed by Voldemort last year.

Before the thing suspected to be Gellert Grindelwald in front of him could say a word, before he even had time to move, a dazzling killing curse pierced through his chest in an instant.

The figure watched in shock as his fragmented body reflected a frightening green light like a shattered mirror, and the snow-silver long hair also turned into a wave of white waves and fluttered wildly.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, just stared at the pair of strange-colored pupils that were close at hand.

There is only a strange fierce light in the eyes that have met him countless times, and the pupils have shrunk like tiny needle eyes.

In the pupils that were gradually filled with dead silence, there was a slight gray mist that could be noticed by He Gang and Dumbledore.

Gellert Grindelwald's body turned into shattered moonlight and scattered all over the ground, twinkling like crystal water droplets.

Dumbledore stood upright, the bright green light from the tip of the wand in his hand had not dissipated, leaving dizzying green shadows around, making the night in the cemetery even darker.

"I know he's dead."

He turned around, the expression on his face didn't change at all, as if he just did a trivial thing just now.

But He Gang noticed that his palms were trembling slightly.

They stepped forward to examine the dead remains of the thing.

"This is……"

He Gang's face turned serious.

A puddle of flesh and blood with no fixed shape.

Not just human flesh and blood, but also pigs, sheep and cattle.

(End of this chapter)