HP Wendy's crossing running account

It was 6 a.m., and a milky white translucent phoenix appeared with a whoosh in the first room on the right on the third floor of the Wall Orphanage.Although its feathers are a phantom of cool tones, they give people a strong feeling of burning flames.

Fenghuang said: "Tom, I will pick you up in 5 minutes. You may have to get ready for bad news."

That is to say, Tom Riddle, who has received military education since he was a child, can fulfill Deng's willful requirements in Secondary Two. Five minutes later, he had washed and dressed, and was sitting on the iron frame bed and reading a book in the summer morning light.

Dumbledore immediately apparated into the room.He was dressed in everyday attire, plain blue wizarding robes and a spotless light gray wizarding hat, which was completely different from the non-mainstream Muggle costumes when he appeared last year.The expression on his face was very serious, his brows were tightly furrowed, and there was still a trace of pain hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"Are you ready? Then let's go." The vice-principal's voice was low and hoarse.

Tom was not led by the nose by Dumbledore. Instead, he stepped back a little indiscernibly, raised his neck and said, "I want to know what the bad news is first."

Dumbledore's deep gaze swept back and forth several times on Tom's pretendingly calm face. "We're going to Little Hangleton."

Tom couldn't sit still now: "My grandpa? What happened to him?"

"No, no, no, your grandfather is very healthy... the accident happened, it was your...uncle."

At this time, a soft girl's voice sounded: "Mr. Gunter? Can I go together?" With the power of magic, the voice passed through the closed door, as if the source of the sound was indoors.

Dumbledore and Tom said at the same time: "You shouldn't use magic outside of school." "When did you get up?"

Dumbledore made an "alahoo hole", exposing the eavesdropper outside the door, Wendy Carter, who was also wearing a wizard robe.She didn't have time to take care of her hair, and her blond hair was loose, which was just as good-looking.

"You're a bit noisy, Tom. I'm a light sleeper in summer."

Tom, who learned that his grandfather was fine, has already relaxed.He shrugged: "I'm sorry to wake you up - I have no problem, you come whenever you want."

Vice President Deng seemed to have a headache: "I don't suggest you do this. The incident in Diagon Alley has only passed four days, and you still need to cultivate. If it's some unnecessary curiosity..."

"I've been a little uneasy since that day, like something's going to happen. It was especially strong this morning."

Dumbledore's shoulders were a little stiff: "The wizard's premonition?"

Wendy looked at him calmly, without any flicker in her eyes: "We all know that the Diagon Alley incident is not what the Ministry of Magic claimed? I want to confirm with my own eyes whether what happened in Little Hangleton is related to it."

Dumbledore's face became heavy, and he used apparition to sweep Tom and Wendy away from the room without saying a word.

"Cough, cough, cough." Wendy poured a bottle of soothing medicine to suppress the discomfort in her stomach. The apparition user experience really lived up to its reputation.

"Are you all right?"

Tom's face turned green, and he took a few deep breaths before waving at Dumbledore.

"Sorry, I was quite confident in my apparition level."

Wendy, Tom: ...

Dumbledore closed his eyes.The heart lake that has been silent for many years turned up a huge wave, anger, shock, and fear.If he hadn't been swayed by too many messy emotions, he wouldn't have taken two second-year little wizards to perform such a dangerous action as apparition, especially one of them whose magic power has been unstable.

Let's go.

It was broad daylight, and red clouds hung in the country sky.Passing through the grove with obvious Tyndall effect, you come to the dilapidated mansion of the Gaunt family.

Morfin Gaunt's body lay sprawled in the vast, empty dining room.His clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in months.The food on the table was completely spoiled and the whole house smelled disgusting.Several glass wine bottles rolled in the corner.

"There are traces of the Cruciatus Curse and the Binding Curse, and the dried liquid in the chest has been tested for the ingredients of Veritaserum." A young Auror told Dumbledore the truth without any pretentiousness, triggering several magicians nearby. The dissatisfaction of ministry officials.

Dumbledore quickly grasped the point: "He was tortured during his lifetime."

"Hehe, Albus, look?" A smiling old man came up to smooth things over.

"This is clearly a vicious incident."

"Yeah, no doubt about it, but the point of our argument is..."

"It's the saints of Grindelwald! Besides them, where else is there such a bold dark wizard?!"

"That's too hasty to say, Jefferson. There's no evidence that the man did it. If he came into England, we can't be without news!"

"The Silencing Curse has shrouded this house for three whole days! Otherwise, the nearby villagers would not have heard a single movement. This is absolutely impossible without powerful magic power!"

"The cases that the saints did in Europe, without exception, have left their mark-that terrible death-like triangle and circle. But we have searched this mansion, and there is no similar mark."

The room fell into silence, and in the end this well-founded statement was accepted by most people.Only then did the big guy think of the victim's family.

"I'm sorry for what happened here, Mr. Tom Riddle." The director of the legal department is a middle-aged man with a serious and upright face. What doesn't match his face is that his hair is all white. "The Aurors will find out The murderer of your uncle."

Tom nodded expressionlessly, it was hard to see what was going on in his mind.

Several Aurors were trained to record the scene with magic props.Then Morfin was buried.A thin-skinned coffin was urgently ordered from Greater Hangleton.The morgue took less than 12 hours, and at 8 pm, the last heir of the Gunter family was buried in the cemetery without even a decent funeral.

"They lied to the children. They will investigate and find out the murderer. All the procedures are impatient, for fear that this matter will expand." Tom mockingly held the inheritance letter of the Gaunt family.The dim oil lamps in the hotel dyed his fair face brightly.

"Grindelwald may be involved, and the Ministry of Magic is naturally very nervous. In addition, although the Gaunt family is a pure-blood family, they are completely extinct at this point. With no one to stand in for them, the Ministry of Magic has no pressure to solve the case quickly. .” Wendy huddled on the sofa and sat with her knees hugged, “But not necessarily, I think some Aurors still attach great importance to this matter.”

Tom knocked on the table: "Although I have no feelings for him, I don't want him to die in an unclear way. There are too many ambiguities: First, only the Binding Curse and the Cruciatus Curse were found on Morfin's body. There are no fatal magic residues, and no obvious external injuries, so what is the cause of his death? Secondly, the Cruciatus Curse and Veritaserum Potion all show that the people who attacked Morfin wanted to get something from his mouth. What? Has he achieved his goal? Who is he? Is he really a saint under Grindelwald?"

"The clues and doubts are too messy, let me tidy them up." Wendy rubbed her temples with a headache, the memories of her previous life were too far away to be quickly merged into her thoughts, "I always feel that I seem to have forgotten something important .”

"In terms of logical reasoning, I really believe in your strength."

Wendy buried her head in the pillow: "I'm a scientist, not a detective."

"Hahaha." Tom fell back on the bed and laughed a few times, "Don't lie to me, little Wendy. If you didn't have your own plan, why did you follow us all the way to live in this old hotel? You Gained more information from the Gaunt House than any of us."

Wendy poked her expressionless face out of the pillow.

"Also, you didn't take off your socks, which is not in keeping with your summer habits. Are you going to go out? In the middle of the night?"

"Tom..."

"Have you reached a conclusion?"

"I'm still short of the last verification."

Tom flung himself out of bed.

"I want to see your inheritance from the Gaunt family."

Tom raised his eyebrows, and handed the list to his green plum with one hand: "It's all worthless garbage."

Wendy carefully read the list from beginning to end, not even missing the description: "I don't want to find anything on it? I just want to make sure there's nothing on it."

Tom's eyes became as sharp as an eagle's: "Do you think those who tortured Morfin were looking for something. Why? It can't be a piece of news?"

Wendy turned the finished list upside down on the table, put on her leather shoes, put on a thin coat, and opened the door.

Tom followed automatically.

The girl at the front desk of the hotel was dozing off, and they slipped out without much trouble.The summer nights are very hot, and only the occasional cool breeze can make people breathe.The stars shone brightly overhead, illuminating the unlit country lanes.Compared to adults, the two thin figures walked through the darkness like ghosts, only the chirping of grasshoppers accompanied them all the way.

This late night trip has come to an end.The Gaunt family cemetery has become a ruin, buried deep in the woods.Stepping over the remains of the iron fence and stepping on a fragment of a tombstone that may be hundreds of years old, they stood in front of the only new grave in the entire cemetery.

Morfin Gaunt, the letters are cold as steel in the light of the waning moon and the North Star.

"Open the coffin." Wendy said.

The author has something to say:

Recalling my childhood recently, I watched a lot of "Detective Di Renjie" and "Youth Bao Qingtian".