I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The villagers of Little Hangleton still called the house on the hillside Riddle House, even though it had not been lived in for a long time.

But in former times it was the widest and grandest building for miles around.

Today's houses are damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round.

The ivy crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the windows were sealed, as if some terrible existence was locked inside.

In fact, it's really scary here.

The former owners, the Riddle family, were found dead in the house by the maid. They were cold and still wearing their dinner clothes.

At that time, people only thought it was a murder from the gardener, but they didn't know that it involved the revenge of a big man from the magic world.

Jin walked to the big house that could vaguely see the grandeur of the year.

"Araho Cave is open."

With a click, the front door swung open.

Shoes stained with wet mud stepped on the floor, and the wooden floor made a tooth-sucking creak.

"Luminescence (lumos)"

A bright light shines from the tip of the staff onto the ground.

There are traces of dragging on the ground, as if a big snake slid from it at some time.

The soil was dry and a bit wet on the sides due to the recent wet weather.

King's eyes rolled, searching the rooms of the mansion.

He saw a corpse, which had become a white bone.

"It's been a year since I died."

Using a wand to pick up a strand of white hair, this is an old man.

"He was killed by magic." Jin was sure that the old man died under a magic.

His eyes brightened, and his expression became cautious.

The traces from the entrance to here all indicate that something once existed here.

"It might be here."

He checked every openable place in the room.

From death to decay into bones, the windows of the room were sealed, and the remaining smell penetrated into the nose like maggots.

The bad smell couldn't hold Kim back.

But the joy in his eyes disappeared bit by bit.

By the end, the whole house had been searched.

Still nothing.

He staggered and leaned against a table, with despair in his eyes.

"No." With a dry throat, he inserted his fingers into his messy blond hair, with a broken expression on his face.

He walked everywhere, explored every inch of land, full of hope.

But he didn't find that thing after all.

His body trembled slightly, and he always had a glimmer of hope, which made him fantasize that he could still see him.

Hopes were shattered.

His eyes were bloodshot and he waved his wand.

The glass of the whole house blew, and he faced the wind, his greasy blond hair pressed against his skin.

He fell into a paranoid, crazy state.

In this state, he went to the window with his hands outstretched.

When he was about to take the next step, he froze.

His eyes were fixed on the bottom, and a white horse appeared there.

The steed turned its head and walked in one direction.

He chased after it, chasing the white figure.

Jin had no time to take care of the small wounds on his body that were scratched by occasional branches.

Following the steed, he came all the way to an even older mansion.

This place has a history of at least hundreds of years, and the ancient houses reveal a gloomy and mysterious feeling.

It sits between two steep hillsides, hidden among tangled trees.

The walls of the mansion are covered with moss, which is even more dilapidated than the Riddle Mansion.

Unlike the Riddle Mansion, the antiquity here is accompanied by a weirdness that people don't want to get close to.

After the steed arrived here, it stood on the side of the lawn, chewing the fresh grass.

Jin walked to the side of the steed, and reached out to stroke the soft hair.

This is probably a white horse in Little Hangleton, attracted by the fresh grass here.

Stepping through the dense nettles around the house, he arrived in front of the mansion.

The house was eerie, as if a decayed old ghost would crawl out of it at any moment.

Through the gray windows he could not see inside.

Opening the door, Jin stepped in.

"You want him alive, don't you?"

"That lied to you, he doesn't have that ability at all."

"If it had been strong enough, that fire wouldn't have happened."

"Wear it, it can fulfill all your wishes."

"Quick, come and look for it."

From the moment he stepped into the house, the voice that whispered in the ear of the soul accompanied him.

He was a little confused about reality or hallucination.

"Yes, there it is, open that box."

The voice guides Kim, leading him to a box.

There are intricate patterns on the pitch-black box.

Jin slowly opened it, and inside was a black gemstone ring.

"Put it on and you should know what it is."

"Yes, you saw it."

"On that book."

"All regrets will be made up for."

"Put it on."

The whisper of the soul continued in his ears, and Jin reached out and picked up the ring carefully.

The black octahedron gem has a glass luster, and the heart of gold is like a boat sailing into the sea.

In the squall, the boat shook violently.

He struggled in his heart, and a black-haired boy seemed to appear in front of him.

The voice told him that if he put on the ring, he could redeem everything.

He knew very well that nothing could be wrong.

The ring is close to the finger.

"I want to see you again," Jin murmured.

The moment he was about to put it on, he felt as if his chest was being pushed.

The ring slipped from his hand and hit the ground, and Jin Lian took a few steps back.

"His law~"

The white horse outside let out a cry, and Jin hurriedly looked over.

It seemed as if it accidentally ate a grass thorn and made a sound.

Jin reached out to cover the badge, and the badge vibrated slightly.

It's group news.

He looked down for the ring, and for a moment, he seemed to see a pair of greedy and unwilling eyes.

Picking up the ring, he puts it in the box, takes the box away, and leaves the house.

The steed has finished eating grass and is walking towards the residents of Little Hangleton.

Jin stood there watching for a while, he was a little dazed.

That horse seemed to have become someone in an instant, but when he looked carefully, the white horse was still a white horse.

"is it you?"

He asked inexplicably, but this question is destined to have no answer.

He lowered his head to look at the ring that still wanted to influence him, and he made up his mind that he was not affected.

Looking back at the old house, the old mansion is like a crawling and hidden monster behind him.

The dark interior seems to drag people in.

King swung his wand, leaving a pop in place.

after awhile.

The wind blows open the door, and the door slams shut, as if no one has been there.

...

John took an inventory of all the newly delivered things.

His expression didn't change much, but those who were familiar with him could tell that he was not in a good mood.

His face seemed to be a little paler, that kind of paleness.

It seems sick.

"No Horcruxes." He tossed aside the junk that Mundungus had stolen to pay off his debt.

Mundungus didn't dare to steal too often, even if it was to pay off his debts.

He can only rummage through the trash can of Black's house.

Sirius was such a good spender that he almost threw away everything that belonged to the Black family.

Sometimes, Mundungus has to watch out for Kreacher, the old house-elf, who joins Mundungus in grabbing trash.

Mundungus had sent it over twice to pay off the debt before, and they were all small items.

John asked Tang Mi to hint to Mundungus that some seemingly inconspicuous things in the old family might be antiques.

"These can't be exchanged for debt."

These things displeased John very much and kept the price down.

And it was ordered that if Mundungus used this rubbish to make up money again, he would not even be able to exchange interest.

Basil ran to the owl shack again.

With fewer places needing basil lately, it also needs a place to let off steam.

Basil is very measured, at least John has not been complained about whose owl was killed so far.

As an unusual owl, on weekdays, Basil's playmates are Tom who can bite a wizard, or the big cat Zouwu who can kill several wizards.

John was a little surprised to see Basil coming back.

Basil doesn't look as neat and supple as before, and some feathers have fallen off the wings.

It's just that the face is still proud, as if it has won a battle.

John wonders if there is an owl at Hogwarts that could fight Basil.

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