HP Wendy's crossing running account

Morfin Gaunt lay on his back in the grave, his hands clasped on his stomach.The ferocious face perfectly recorded the emotional information of the last moment of his life.

Looking down at the body, Wendy felt for the first time that her fate had changed.In the original plot, Morfin would die in Azkaban after being framed by Tom five years later, but now, he is already lying here cold.Is this the butterfly effect brought about by her time travel?But she didn't know the necessary connection between the two, she never did anything to Morfin.

The unpredictability of the future excites and frightens her, which gives her a real sense of being in the present.

"The food on the table was half-eaten, which means he was attacked during the meal. The attackers placed a silencing spell around the house and tortured Morfin. Then, Morfin died."

Tom, who had just dug out his uncle's body by magic, raised his eyebrows: "It's obvious, isn't it?"

Wendy knelt down and continued on her own: "The means of torture are the Cruciatus Curse and Veritaserum. Generally speaking, the victims of the Cruciatus Curse will use their fingers to scratch the floor, clothing, and even their own palms in extreme pain. So their nails are going to be very abrasive, with fibers and wood chips and blood in between them. But look—”

Tom also squatted down, and by the moonlight, he could see that Morfin's nails were very complete, except for some dirt, there were no other traces. "why?"

"It means that the Cruciatus Curse didn't work for a long time. The attackers immediately realized that Morfin was a tough guy, so they used Veritaserum instead."

Tom frowned: "But—"

"There are two possibilities. One, the attacker got what he wanted with Veritaserum and then killed Morfin."

"My gut doesn't believe that's a possibility, but I don't know why? Probably because Morfin died that the Aurors couldn't find out?" Tom said.

Wendy nodded: "If the attacker has already got what he wants, killing Morfin is just a simple action. A killing curse, a cutting curse, or any other method, even if it is to smash his head with a candlestick. He There's no need to kill Morfin with a sophisticated method that even the Aurors can't detect. So I think it's the second possibility that Morfin died before the attacker could get anything out of his mouth."

Tom looked at Wendy suddenly: "Suicide?"

"There were so many clues swirling in my head: paintings that had been moved, broken locks, collars that were turned inside out, food that was half-eaten... Finally, the strangest thing in the whole case emerged— Corpse."

"Corpse?"

"Morfin died three days ago, no, from now on, he died four days ago. Do you remember what the Auror said? The last time the villagers heard about Morfin in Gaunt's old house was Four days ago, he was often drinking and smashing things in the house, which was very recognizable. Then the Silencing Charm shrouded the house for three full days."

Tom's brain turned quickly: "I see what you mean. The Cruciatus Curse works for a short time, and Morfin died before the Veritaserum took effect, and this time is even shorter. So Morfin is in the Silencing Curse He died on the first day of the attack, and the attackers spent the remaining two days searching the house for that item."

Wendy raised her eyes and looked at the night sky full of stars in summer. "Now is the hottest season in the British peninsula. The food will completely rot in three or four days, and the corpses, of course, are the same. Three days is enough to cause rotten green spots and giants, instead of, as we have seen, nothing like life. There is no difference, even the expression is clearly recognizable."

She pulled out her wand and waved it, a colorless and transparent knife flew out from the tip of the wand, cutting a small hole in Morfin's upper abdomen.A smell of stomach acid and food corruption spread in an instant.

Tom: ...I almost vomited up the food I ate today.

"Sorry, Tom."

Tom waved at Wendy. "Good knife skills, one size fits all appetizers."

Wendy was a little embarrassed: "I'm not a doctor, and my physiology is average... Well, anyway, I found that thing, and I also found the cause of Mr. Morfin Gunter's death."

The transparent knife stirred in the gastric juice and food residue, and picked it lightly.A black object drew a parabola in the air, and hit the soil with a "boom".

"It belongs to you."

Tom stepped forward with some disgust, and washed the "clear water like a spring" several times before picking up the object. It was an ugly black gemstone ring. "Ah, this is..."

"Yes, what the attackers were looking for. I remember, this time last year, we first met Morfin. The ring was on his left middle finger."

Tom subconsciously looked at Morfin's body.His left hand rests limply on his stomach, and the bottom of his middle finger bears the obvious trace of a long-term ring. "This ring is not on the inheritance list. I should have thought of it earlier, he once showed off to me, saying that this ring symbolizes the glory of the Gunter family for hundreds of years, and it will never be left to me, a half-breed." Tom put the coffin The cover was nailed again, covered with soil, and walked back with the slightly trembling Wendy.

After leaving the cemetery, the summer temperature gradually returned to them.

Wendy leaned against Tom and whispered as she walked: "The whole process should be like this. When the attacker entered the house, Morfin was eating. Out of intuition, or for some other reason, he knew that the attacker was the attacker. He came with a ring. With a strong sense of family honor, it is impossible for him to hand over the precious inheritance to others, so in an urgent situation, his way of dealing with it is—”

"Swallowing the ring mixed with food," Tom murmured softly. "How stupid. Swallowing a centuries-old magic item."

"The assailants tried to get the whereabouts of the ring from Morfin's mouth. Unfortunately, Morfin died immediately because of the ring in his belly. The assailants who had no clue had to search the house and Morfin's body. After moving away, only a few locks remained, and Morfin’s clothes were taken off and then put on again. They struggled for three days before giving up and leaving.”

Tom held Wendy's arm with his left hand, and fiddled with the black gemstone ring in his pocket with his right hand. "Who do you think the assailant who tortured Morfin was?"

"Perhaps you don't believe it, saint."

"Ha ha."

Wendy pursed her lips slightly: "I'll just say you don't believe it."

"Where's the evidence?"

"intuition."

"Hahaha." Tom suppressed his voice and laughed, "Where is your rationality, girl."

Of course there is reason, Wendy said secretly in her heart, looking for the Deathly Hallows, based on this alone, Grindelwald's suspicion has exceeded 80%.The Resurrection Stone of the Gunter family, the Invisibility Cloak of the Potter family, and the Elder Wand wandering in Germany, relying on her own prophet, Wendy certainly knows the true face of the Deathly Hallows, but how can this be said to the people of this world? explain?Grindelwald sneaked into the UK himself, of course not really to do business in Diagon Alley, or to carry out one or two terrorist attacks.Only the Deathly Hallows itself was worth his coming.

"Hey, tell me, if they are really saints, why didn't they leave their marks?" Seeing that Wendy hadn't spoken for a long time, Tom couldn't help teasing his little friend.

"Because Grindelwald is a pragmatic person with a clear purpose. Since he has not found the target, he will not leave a mark to expose his whereabouts. In this way," Wendy froze all over suddenly, and a burst of coldness poured from head to toe, " ... so that they can return to the scene at any time for follow-up investigations."

Wendy firmly grabbed Tom's hand: "Go!" Fear and cold fingers grabbed her heart, and under the action of adrenaline, she almost dragged Tom towards the lights of the hotel in the distance.

It's too risky!What an adventure!Why didn't I think of it!How could Grindelwald give up without finding the resurrection stone?They could return to Little Hangleton at any moment.Even the whereabouts of the Gunter family's legacy may be investigated, and the ring lying in Tom's pocket is simply a hot potato.

Grindelwald sat in the sofa chair, supported his head with his right hand, and gently rubbed his temples.The green flames of the candles danced in the room, reflecting each other with the red fire.

"Your Excellency," little Herbert brought him a cup of coffee, and asked cautiously, "are you still thinking about that?"

Grindelwald took a sip of coffee: "I always feel that we have overlooked something."

Little Herbert hesitated for a while, then summoned up his courage and said, "That's not necessarily a real sacred artifact. The fake news we've received over the years is enough to fill a book."

"The Gaunt family owns a treasure bearing the Peverell arms. The news is clear enough. The man who told the news was an honest and dull half-blood Auror. We used Veritaserum and lie detectors on him. , have proved that he is not lying. Let me think again, think about it," Grindelwald closed his eyes.

Little Herbert silently gave a military salute and retreated silently.

The tall black-haired man standing in the shadow of the corner and in a guarding posture nodded at him.

Grindelwald's blond hair gleamed in the candlelight, and his eyelids danced slightly, leading to long golden eyelashes.Morfin wolfed down the door with his back to the gate, Morfin laughed wildly and triumphantly, Morfin said, "You can never get it, the things of the Gunter family will go to the grave with the Gunter family", Morfin died suddenly... ...Morfin, Morfin, Morfin...

He flung his eyes open, and the light that burst from those captivating eyes nearly lit up the room. "Go! Christian! Call little Herbert. I know the answer!"

The tall, dark-haired guard followed silently.

Behind him was little Herbert who hurriedly threw down the potion to extinguish the fire.

10 minutes later, Little Hangleton's cul-de-sac.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." The short Herbert almost had to roll to keep up with the pace of the two people in front of him.Although he has undergone militarized training, after all, time is limited, and there is still a certain gap compared with Grindelwald and Christian.

"Shut up, you are too noisy!" The black-haired bodyguard taught his companion coldly.

Grindelwald was in a good mood, and his tone was cheerful: "Cheer up, little Herbert, exercise makes you healthy."

"Yes, Your Excellency. Yes, Your Excellency." Little Herbert's messy ginger hair shook violently in the rising morning light.

Seeing that Grindelwald was in a good mood, Christian also took the opportunity to ask, "Your Excellency, we have already passed by Gunter's old house. May I ask, what is our destination?"

"Graveyard. Graveyard, Christian. Mr. Gaunt gave us very clear hints that he would bring that thing into the graveyard. Ah, maybe we don't have to call it 'that thing,' it's the Resurrection Stone, not the Invisibility Cloak. Grindelwald quickly turned over a rock and landed firmly in a dilapidated cemetery. Christian almost missed him.A new tombstone in front of him was illuminated by the still faint morning light.

"Morfin Gaunt"

"Only the Resurrection Stone can be swallowed, but the Invisibility Cloak is absolutely impossible. Stupid, how dull we are!" Grindelwald waved the Elder Wand in his hand, and the coffin broke through the ground and hung in the air, "Who would Gobble it up on the table when an unexpected visitor arrives? Even if he is a madman, Mr. Gunter is an alert madman. Aha, his purpose is very clear, isn't it?"

The lid of the coffin was lifted, exposing Morfin's stomach with a hole in it.

silence.

The smile froze on Grindelwald's face.

After a long time, a burst of laughter erupted in the Gunter family cemetery: "Hahahahahahaha——"

"How interesting that someone got there first. Someone who hadn't seen Morfin Gaunt's dying anomaly found out before us. Who is he? Does he know the meaning of the Deathly Hallows?"

And, is that you?Albus?

The author has something to say:

I don't know if the Grindelwald I wrote is embarrassing.In addition, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" is almost dead.