HP solves the mystery

Nurmengard Castle has not changed much from when Tom first came. The old butler still wore a straight suit and slowly introduced him into the castle.

The castle is like spring all year round, and the flowers and plants add to its popularity.

Gellert was still sitting near the fireplace, but there was an extra TV in the room, which was playing soothing music.

Tom looked at Grindelwald, who looked like a handsome middle-aged man. He was getting younger and younger as he lived. He thought, this is the benefit of his second youth, right?

"Did you borrow the Philosopher's Stone from Nicoléme?" Tom sat elegantly on the sofa opposite him and opened his mouth to sneer.

Gellert chuckled, not unhappy because of Tom's ridicule, but when he saw his strange-colored eyes, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Marvolo, it's been a long time." Gellert raised his glass to him and drank half the glass of red wine. "Counting the time, we haven't seen each other for six years."

Tom glanced at Grindelwald where the old god was, and hummed.

Gellert didn't seem to be in a hurry at all about inviting Tom to discuss the matter. He was extremely patient. He chatted with Tom about the weather, gossip about the wizarding world and the latest music, and quietly observed the returning magician. A more powerful and more handsome Dark Lord.

Tom answered one after another. After all the soul pieces were glued back together, his IQ returned to its previous state, so he could vaguely guess what Gellert was thinking.

It's just that he... still doesn't understand feelings...

"Mr. Grindelwald, you are still as talkative as ever." Tom sipped his tea gracefully and pursed his lips.

A dark light flashed across Gellert's eyes, he brushed his palm over the corner of the sofa and spoke warmly.

"Tom, oh, no, it should be Mr. Gunter now. You look much younger than before. How long do you plan to stay in Germany?" Gellert tried to use this word to arouse Tom's emotions, but the expression of the person in front of him failed. Nothing has changed.

Tom gave Gellert a complicated look, and his heart beat wildly a few times when Gellert called out that name.

"What? Mr. Grindelwald wants to invite me to live in the castle? That's really... flattering to me..." Tom drawled his tone, with a humble smile on his face, "I still prefer England."

"Haha, Tom, my dear friend, occasionally change the environment and change the mood, not to mention that the houses here are much bigger than the houses in central London..." Garrett shrugged. According to the information he read, Tom has been going crazy in London these days. It's like looking for a house.

Tom felt a chill when he heard this. This was one of the reasons why he hated Dumbledore, and now Gellert also contracted this problem.

No one can call him that except that person... But who is that person...

"Don't call me that!" Tom frowned, but still did not forget to retort.

Gellert smiled and even took a comfortable sip of the mead poured by the butler.

Seeing that Tom had a confused look on his face and that the two of them had not come to the topic for a long time, the housekeeper coughed involuntarily, causing the two of them to cast their eyes on him.

"Okay, gentlemen, it would be too much to continue the pleasantries." The butler looked at his watch, his expression slightly serious, "Mr. Kama and you have agreed to meet at 4:30."

The implication is to let Gellert control time to avoid crashing.

Gellert pinched his eyebrows in amusement upon hearing this. He looked towards Tom and slowly sat upright.

"Tom, can I ask you something? Something about...the Gaunt family..."

The former devil must be given face, not to mention that this devil has been active on the political stage in recent years, which is no different from his comeback.

Voldemort put down the tea cup in his hand and nodded slightly.

"Your Gaunt family has a Slytherin locket and a black stone ring with a Peverell crest engraved on it. Are they in your hands now?" Gellert said. Wan put his hands together on his chin and waited quietly for Tom's answer.

Tom heard this and started thinking. When he thought of the ring, his head hurt, and a scene of a ring being put on someone else's finger emerged.

"Yes, so?" Tom did not deny that with Gellert's methods, these could be found.

Gellert smiled and stared at Tom with his heterochromatic eyes.

Tom stared back without showing any signs of weakness. Their eyes met, and a smell of gunpowder spread in the room.

"Have you heard the story of the Deathly Hallows?"

"Appreciate further details."

So Gellert told Tom the story of the Three Hallows and how someone was collecting the Deathly Hallows.

After hearing this, Tom suddenly realized that he had a sword ring and a locket.

"I can bring you the locket and ring and lend them to you for a few days, but what can you give me?" Tom looked at Gellert, and the smile on his face became brighter.

If they don't give enough, their negotiations will break down.

Gellert's eyes flickered non-stop. He let out a long sigh and seemed to have made a decision.

"I can tell you about the location of another descendant of Slytherin." Seeing Tom's disapproval, he spoke again, "He is younger than you, and he can control snakes better than you."

Tom narrowed his eyes, Gellert, the old fox.

But the Gaunt family still has blood alive, so the Slytherin one might be real.

"It's a deal." Tom agreed.

He would like to see what medicine Gellert sells in his gourd.

The old housekeeper stood in front of the window and watched Tom disappear from sight, then he turned and sat next to Gellert.

"Albus, it seems that the people in your Ministry of Magic are very well-informed." The old butler crossed his legs and said meaningfully with his hands on his knees.

'Gellert' smiled calmly, took out a pair of half-moon glasses, put them on, and waited quietly for the effect of the polyjuice potion to wear off.

"When the three holy vessels are gathered together, we will know the authenticity of the legend." 'Gellert' drank the remaining mead in the cup, stood up and walked to the fireplace.

But when Tom returned to England, he searched the manor but only found the locket, and the Gaunt ring was missing.

Lucius watched the lord go crazy in silence. You have changed the shape of that ring, and now you have to find it. Isn't it difficult for others to find it?

Tom didn't think it was forcing anyone to do anything, but he knew there was definitely something wrong with his memory.

He was sitting in his study working on documents early in the morning, but his complicated thoughts made him not in the mood to deal with things at all.

Tom rubbed his forehead tiredly. He felt that his mood was completely wrong these days. He actually started to dream. In the dream, there was a young man whose face he couldn't see clearly. In the dream, he actually wanted to kiss that young man.

Even if he used the dreamless potion, it didn't work. He still recalled the dream when he closed his eyes.

Regulus was reporting to Voldemort about the progress of the German Universal Company. By the way, he mentioned the new wandmaker in Diagon Alley, emphasizing the trendy performance of wizards nowadays. He carries two wands and one for casting spells. A Gatling wand - also known as a magic gun.

The reason for the trend is said to be the new wizard movie "The Two Wands of Lyon", which is a script provided by Lockhart in which a medieval wizard travels to modern times to rescue a princess. It was then filmed into a movie, which resulted in the hot sales of the new wand.

Tom's thinking paused strangely. Although the magic gun cannot be said to be a magic wand, he seemed to have had two magic wands in his dream?

"Regulus, go and investigate and use Dumbledore's phoenix feather as the core of the wand..." He thought about it and then changed his mind, "Forget it, just capture Ollivander for interrogation." "

When Ollivander came to the familiar basement again and looked up to see Voldemort who had regained his appearance, he couldn't hide the frightened expression on his face. He was trembling all over. When he saw Voldemort's movements of stroking the wand clearly, he would know the information Bamboo tube said it like he was pouring beans.

"Lord, I did not leak the information about your wand..." Ollivander's back was soaked with sweat. Voldemort's power had gradually increased over the decades, and he had no choice but to join and seek a place.

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly. He bought the wand decades ago. Anyone who wants to know will know why Ollivander wants to emphasize it again?

"Tell me everything you know!" Tom shouted coldly.

Ollivander wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, gathered his thoughts, and began to talk about what happened that day.

"You mean, a young man went to the store to buy a wand with a boy who looked like me?" Tom asked, "Where is the other wand now?"

Ollivander hesitated and couldn't speak. How could he know this?

Tom looked at Ollivander, wondering if using Legilimency would turn him into an idiot, but who was that boy?

Regulus saw that the atmosphere was tense and received news that the owner of Prince Manor was missing. He bit the bullet and interrupted, "Lord, I have something urgent to report to you..."

Tom knew that Regulus would not joke about such a thing, so he ordered Ollivander to put the memory in a bottle, and he would use the pensieve to look at it.

Ollivander was relieved that he didn't have to be tortured by the Death Eaters. Of course he was happy, but he just felt sorry for the boy.

In the living room, after Lucius finished telling him the news, he kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He never thought that the stubborn old man would disappear under the surveillance of a house elf.

Tom rested his chin on one hand and stirred the coffee with a spoon in the other.

"Abu didn't go and chat with him?" When he had a brain twitch before, he wanted to capture the people who brewed high-level potions in the magic world, but the Prince family, a family of potions, closed the park directly in response.

The Malfoy family and the Prince family have always cooperated, and Abu and the stubborn old man have a good relationship, but I didn't expect...

Tom clicked his tongue a few times and asked Lucius to continue looking for a way to enter Prince Manor. The medicine field originally belonged to the Slytherin family, and the secrets inside must be figured out.

Lucius had a grimace on his face. The lord's temper had indeed improved, but there had been a lot of trouble.

On the other side, Sifu, who was in the snowy mountain wilderness, looked at the old man in front of him who was devouring fish soup, and frowned in distress.

One day ago, the basilisk suddenly threw the man in front of him, which shocked him. Fortunately, the old man was still breathing weakly, so he used spells and potions to save the man.

As a result, when the old man woke up, he grabbed his hand and called him grandson. He was so strong that his wrist still hurts.

"Um, old man, my name is Bai An, a mixed-race British and Chinese, are you..." Sifu used the name from his previous life and made up a false identity.

The unshaven old man regained his energy after drinking some hot soup. He glanced at Sifu with his weather-beaten eyes, his lips trembling, "How is it possible, how is it possible to admit that you are wrong... You are my grandson..."

The stubborn old man took out a pocket watch from his collar and opened it to reveal a moving black and white photo of a smiling young woman holding a one-year-old child.

His hand tremblingly touched the photo, and the woman and child inside both giggled.

Sif's eyes narrowed. This old man was also a wizard, but after he checked, he didn't even have a wand in his body.

Seemingly noticing Sifu's gaze, the old man began to speak.

"This is my only daughter, and she is holding my grandson... It's a pity that she married a Muggle..." The old man sighed as he spoke, quite hating that iron cannot become steel, "Our family... she actually gave birth to her son The surname was given to someone else…”

Sif touched the anxious basilisk hidden in his pocket and listened quietly to the old man's story. In the end, he found out that the story was a wizard's version of a down-and-out aristocratic daughter who fell in love with a kind-hearted civilian boy, but it didn't end well.

"The last time I saw my daughter was when her husband died and she asked me to adopt her son. I was very angry when I saw her skinny body and refused directly. As a result, I never saw her again." The old man said silently She shed tears, as if she regretted not agreeing.

Silver handed over a handkerchief. Both sides were at fault, but the deceased was gone and there was nothing to say.

"Then where is your grandson now? Don't mess with your grandson anymore." Sifu turned the grilled fish over and asked in a low voice.

The old man coughed and gave him a troubled look.

"I don't know," the old man replied, "but I know he is a kind man."

Sev was silent. His grandfather had never appeared in his memory. Besides, when the old Snape and his wife died, there were only a few relatives who came to mourn.

"Turn it over, turn it over! The fish is going to be mushy!" Seeing that Sifu had been in a daze for a long time, the old man quickly reminded him.

Sif hurriedly turned the fish over. These were the last fish they had, and it would not be a good idea to expose the basilisk if the old man didn't leave.

"My name is Isidore, Isidor Prince." The old man sighed and put his pocket watch back into his clothes, his eyes always looking at Sif opposite him. "In addition to looking for my grandson, I am also avoiding some people with ulterior motives."

When Sif heard the familiar name Prince, he knew that the person in front of him, or rather those things, was the deeds of his original mother, Eileen Prince Snape.

But looking for grandson? He sneered. The original person had been suffering in Spider End Alley for more than ten years without anyone caring about him. Now an old man came and said he was the original person's grandfather. Who could believe this?

and……

Silver glanced at the old man. This man looked to be over a hundred years old, and Dumbledore was even younger than him.