Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Under the hazy moonlight, the abandoned Gunter old house was hidden in a forest. A thin mist filled the surroundings, and there was no one nearby.

As a fanatical descendant of Slytherin, and a mentally unstable one, how could he be next to Muggles?

This is Great Hangleton, a place abandoned by the wave of modernity.

Zhang Xiao stood in the distance and had an unobstructed view of the entire valley. There was a village in the distance, Little Hangleton, and there was a family with their windows lit at this time.

The entire village is nestled between two steep hills, with the church and cemetery clearly visible.

"Look there." Dumbledore pointed to a very grand mansion on the hillside across the valley, surrounded by large green lawns.

"See? That's Riddle House - I guess you know about Tom's life, the diary, right?"

In fact, it's not just a diary. Zhang Xiao said 'hmm':

"The Dark Lord's biological father?"

He suddenly came up with a strange idea, what if he could replace old Tom Riddle's bones with dog chews?

In fact, this approach doesn't make much sense, because Voldemort definitely knows more than one method of resurrection. Just as he told Wormtail, he can be easily resurrected with help.

But he was too superstitious and insisted on believing in some 'prophecy', so he chose this method.

"Actually, there are some very interesting memories, and I plan to show them to you."

Dumbledore pondered for a while and shook his head:

"The slowness unique to the elderly and the lack of urgency for time is really bad. Just wait until you go back."

He stared at the canyon below the mountain for a while and said softly:

"let's go."

Dumbledore took out a small umbrella with a print from somewhere. After opening it, he held the umbrella and jumped forward.

Then it was like a dandelion, falling lightly with the wind.

Zhang Xiao jumped up, shook his body in mid-air, turned into a peregrine falcon and chased Dumbledore.

Because he was not sure whether it was safe on the ground, he cautiously chose to hover in the air.

It wasn't until Dumbledore landed on the ground that he landed next to him.

"Animagus, every time I see it, I can't help but admire this magic that can be called miraculous."

Dumbledore's long beard was trembling. He put away his small umbrella and hid it somewhere:

"This is the work of my old friend Nick, because his wife Perenelle once dreamed of the way an umbrella held up slowly fell from the sky in fairy tales."

Zhang Xiao nodded, not having any doubts.

What Dumbledore just held was obviously a parasol. Parasols appeared relatively early in Europe, probably in the 12th century, and were generally used by women to protect themselves from the sun.

But umbrellas had to wait until the 17th century, when they spread to China.

"Then from here on, I think we have to be careful."

Dumbledore's interest was obviously high. In Zhang Xiao's view, he seemed to regard solving the obstacles set by Voldemort as an interesting game.

But it's no wonder that in the entire West, there are only a few people who can stand on the same level as Dumbledore.

Nico Flamel counts as one, but most of Nico's energy is devoted to alchemy, and he also prefers to enjoy a quiet life.

The old man in New Mengadeli is just one person, but he understands everything.

Only Tom, and only Tom, could make Dumbledore deal with him with the same idea of ​​facing an enemy.

The two came to a narrow dirt road, or it couldn't be said to be a road, because there was no human habitation and weeds had long encroached on the place.

A trail would be more appropriate.

The bushes are tall and dense, and the paths are winding, potholed, and covered with rocks and withered grass roots.

The moon was getting higher and higher, and its light was getting brighter, but the ancient trees overhead blocked the moonlight, leaving only dark and dense shadows, and the house half-hidden and half-revealed among the tangled trees.

The man who was over a hundred years old suddenly waved his wand in a wide motion, and a series of light spots spurted out from the tip of the wand, dispersed in the air and quickly disappeared.

Then he squatted down quickly, lying on the ground and watching something carefully.

Zhang Xiao had already opened his Dharma Eyes. His eyes were originally wrapped in mist, and the hazy Gunter Mansion seemed to suddenly become much clearer.

Those disappearing points of light were clearly visible in his sight. They were like fireflies, gathering in groups and marking some suspicious places.

And it winds and forms a path of light on the ground, much like the fireflies in "Monster Hunter: World" that I played in my previous life.

Dumbledore stood up and said calmly:

"Zhang, it looks safe outside - but I'm afraid it's not good news."

Zhang Xiao looked at the bottomless darkness and creepy malice in Gunter's old house like an abyss.

"This means that Voldemort is very confident in the defense inside, so he doesn't pay attention to the defense outside?"

Dumbledore said happily:

"It seems that you have a great understanding of Tom's thinking. Yes, Tom is very proud, proud to the point of arrogance.

Hmm - I suddenly wanted to see what arrangements Tom had made to make him so confident. "

Zhang Xiao suddenly felt that Dumbledore suddenly seemed ten years younger, with a smile on his face and just striding forward.

Hey, I'm going crazy as a teenager? Left hand

Ahem Zhang Xiao focused his attention on the old Gaunt house in front of him.

He thought it was a bit strange to pick this place to build a house, or in other words, it was a weird decision to let those big trees grow next to the house.

The trees blocked all light and the valley below.

The walls of this building were covered with mottled patches of color. It took Zhang Xiao a while to recognize that they were moss. Many tiles on the roof had fallen off and had long lost their function of covering.

The exposed rafters had long since rotted away, and dense nettles grew all around them. The tall nettles reached up to the windows. Those windows were very small and covered with thick layers of old dirt.

In short, this house perfectly meets the definition of all bad things. Like in China, once such a big house in the wilderness appears in a story, it must be a supernatural story.

Dumbledore shook out his sleeves, covered his hands and the Elder Wand, and took the lead to walk forward.

Although the door of this old house is still there, it still hangs crookedly on its hinges, making people wonder if it will suddenly fall off.

Accompanied by a tooth-searing friction sound, the dilapidated wooden door with various scratches on the surface was opened, and a thick smoke mixed with the smell of rotten and moldy things poured out from the door.

In addition, Zhang Xiao's nose also smelled a strange fishy smell hidden under these two smells.

"Oh, what should I say? It's reasonable, unexpected?"

Dumbledore clicked his tongue, and the wand in his hand lit up. Zhang Xiao looked through the gap next to him and saw that a corner of the hall had become a snake's nest.