[HP] turns in your hand

"But before we go, we need to change our appearance." Dumbledore said after letting go of his hand, "Little Hangleton should have a lot of his eyeliner, after all, he has been dormant in Little Hangleton... long time."

What more.

In the original book, Voldemort lived in his father's old house for a year, and immediately ran away after being resurrected.

But this time, because of Chiara's presence, Voldemort was forced to live in that old dilapidated house with no electricity, water, or gas for two years!

Hahahahahahahahahaha -deserved.

Although the process of killing Barty Crouch Jr. was tortuous and caused Snape to accidentally discover her true face, Chiara was quite satisfied with the outcome of her actions.

She would be more satisfied if he could die today.

The disguise Dumbledore was talking about, of course, was to pretend that neither Voldemort nor the Death Eaters who might appear around him would be recognizable.Chiara is actually no stranger to changing her appearance. When she first started planning to kill Voldemort, she realized that she would often need to forge her identity to complete the task in the future. Fund is to learn all kinds of camouflage methods: such as how to adjust gait, how to use body posture to blur other people's overall impression of themselves, and of course fake accent...

A change in appearance is not even the least important thing to a witch.

When Dumbledore finished his disguise and came out of the empty room, what he saw was a completely unfamiliar oriental woman, who was looking at the boarded-up fireplace in the living room of the Screaming Shack with her back turned to him, He stretched out his foot and lightly kicked the board with his toe.

The planks echoed hollowly.

"Chiara?"

Chiara turned around, and there was an extra pair of plain glasses on the bridge of her nose.She narrowed her eyes a little, and looked around Dumbledore up and down, with a slightly weird expression.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"When I was young." The boy with a soft face, like the breeze in April, smiled at her, "About 16 years old? It's good to be young once in a while."

The 16-year-old Dumbledore seems to be easy for people to like him, and this is all because of his gentle and beautiful face that doesn't look aggressive.Ziara pursed her lips, and softly boasted a little awkwardly: "You were beautiful when you were young."

"Thank you." Dumbledore smiled, "You should look the same as you did before, right?"

Chiara nodded, a little uncomfortable: "I think this look will be more...commemorative."

Dumbledore said nothing more.He stretched out his hand to Zia, with a personable demeanor, just like an ordinary boy asking a girl to dance at an ordinary ball.

"Then let's set off together." He bent his blue eyes, without any fine lines left by the years, "toward Little Hangleton."

Ziara came over and took his arm.

"Towards a better tomorrow."

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Little Hangleton has been rainy for several days in a row, and the sky is shrouded in thick clouds. Residents of this small village have to hang their clothes indoors to dry in the shade.Chiara and Dumbledore walked from the edge of the village to the center of the village, walking slowly in the fine spring rain.

"In the valley over there is Gaunt's old house." Chiara dressed like a Muggle tourist who can be seen everywhere, she stretched out her hand to point out the direction for Dumbledore, but what she said was extremely appalling, "I A lot of explosives were used to completely destroy the place, leaving nothing worth paying attention to.”

Dumbledore turned his head and looked in the direction she pointed with great interest, but of course saw nothing: "What is the Horcrux over there?"

"A ancestral ring from the Gaunt family." After finishing speaking, Chiara paused, and glanced at the red-haired boy walking beside her with a calm and peaceful expression. "If you are interested, I can use it as a Christmas ring." A present for you."

"Oh, what kind of ring is that?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. "I actually like the kind of toy ring that can emit small sparks when you press it recently. Zonko's joke shop is selling this recently."

Chiara: ………

"Forget it, anyway, I have already dealt with that ring, you can just wait to get it later." Chiara sighed, "Turn right ahead."

She has long been familiar with the map of the entire village of Little Hangleton, because she was preparing for today when Chiara was looking for someone to come to Little Hangleton to buy a house.Dumbledore was not surprised by this either. He tugged on the Muggle trench coat, squinted his eyes and looked around the surrounding scenery, and suddenly nudged Chiara lightly with his elbow.

"There's someone in the house on the left front looking at us."

Without raising her head, Chiara continued to walk forward quite normally, and asked without moving her lips, "Where? The second floor?"

"Well, she was looking at us from the window on the second floor for a long time. It seems to be a Muggle woman, but it's hard to say whether she has been captured or not." Dumbledore's blue eyes turned casually to another direction, "The old man in the front yard of the house obliquely behind the one we passed just now is also looking at us."

Chiara took out a small mirror from her backpack and pretended to check the makeup on her face, but her eyes, which had no makeup at all, glanced behind her quickly by the reflection of the mirror.

Sure enough, there was an old man in a typical farmer's uniform in England standing by the fence in his front yard, staring straight at them.

"It shouldn't be like this if it's just to watch the excitement." Ziara put away the small mirror, "It is indeed possible that they have been captured. What should we do?"

"According to the original plan." Dumbledore said gently, "Don't startle the snake until you face Voldemort."

They continued to pretend to be two unsuspecting Muggle tourists, and walked slowly but firmly towards the old Riddle house.

They finally saw the crumbling roof of the old Riddle house.

Ciara raised the camera in her hand, pretending to be very interested in this kind of eerie building, but in fact she has been adjusting the focus of the viewfinder, and carefully observing the curtained windows of Riddle's old house , trying to find out even a little bit of clues about the situation in the house.

"How is it?" she asked Dumbledore, somewhat tensely.

"Go around the house first." Dumbledore said, "Then find a place to observe first. I need to check whether there are signs of magic protection here."

Chiara then put down the camera, followed Dumbledore stiffly and started circling around the old Riddle house.

"You're on the right track." Dumbledore reminded with a smile, "Don't be so nervous."

Chiara couldn't laugh at all.

How could she not be nervous?Voldemort was less than 20 meters away from her!

"We will succeed, Chiara." Dumbledore reached out and put his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Do you remember? I promised you."

Ziara pursed her lips, adjusting her breathing rate as quickly as possible.

"Okay." She said softly, "I believe you."

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"How's it going?"

In the dark and gloomy living room of Riddle's old house, the flames in the fireplace were blazing, illuminating part of the living room, but the small shadow in the dark green sofa in the center of the living room was curled up in a place where the light could not shine.In front of the sofa, a wizard with a dull expression knelt on the ground and answered slowly with his mouth open:

"I saw it just now. It's two Muggles, my lord."

"Are you sure it was just two Muggles?"

"Yes, they are two Muggles." The eyes of the wizard who had been cast with the Imperius Curse were dull, "One of them is still a foreigner, master."

"Nothing can go wrong today." Voldemort hoarsely said, "If you spoil my good deed, you should know how you will be punished."

The wizard slowly knelt down and rested his head on the dirty and dusty carpet: "Yes, master, I will do my best..."

A huge python swam in silently from the door of the living room. It brushed past the wizard who had no reaction to its arrival, and put its big head on the armrest of the sofa.

"Ah, Nagini told me that what I wanted has been brought by my most faithful servant."

"Pack up your things and get ready to go. Kill those two Muggles at the door if they're still around."

The wizard got up from the ground, he bent down, and hugged the small blanket on the sofa together with the crumpled baby on the blanket that made people feel frightened at the first glance.

"Where to, master?"

The deep, cold voice said, "The cemetery."

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"Someone came out."

Chiara and Dumbledore cast the Disillusionment spell, and they lay in ambush in the backyard of an empty house near Riddle's old house, looking at the door of Riddle's old house through a pile of debris.

To be honest, this kind of feeling of doing bad things with the principal is really weird, but every time Chiara sees Dumbledore's now beautiful boy face with infinite gentleness in every frown and smile, she will be in a trance It seems that this is also very good.

its not right!

She's Snape's one-man pusher!

Why was Dumbledore fascinated when he saw boyhood Dumbledore today? !

Although the ethos of the Internet in the previous life was that when you see a beauty, don’t care about the 21, [-], and rush, and don’t care about the wall and the life-oriented things, it’s right to rush——but Chiara has extremely high moral standards for herself. of!

no!She must not climb the wall just because of this beauty——

What's more, this beautiful boy is her principal!

Ciara suddenly reached out and pinched her face severely, and then she continued to raise the binoculars to observe seriously with the red mark in Dumbledore's surprised eyes: "There is only one person, and it is male by visual inspection. He looks like a wizard in his clothes, and he is holding something in his arms—I haven't confirmed the thing he is holding, but after he turns a corner, I can take a look at his front to confirm."

Dumbledore thought that Chiara pinched himself to relieve his nervousness and anxiety, and he didn't think about her itching to push him any further.He tapped the corner of his eye with his wand, and looked at the wizard carefully, and then he recognized it.

"Wyckofly Mandel, he disappeared eight months ago." Dumbledore whispered, "It appears he was under the Imperius Curse."

The wizard named Wickofly Mandel pushed aside the fence of the front yard of Riddle's old house with one hand, revealing the small package in his arms.Ziara squinted and saw a skinny, wrinkled baby's hand inside the little package.

She dropped the binoculars abruptly.

"It's him! He's out!"

"Let's follow." Dumbledore said succinctly.

Then Chiara watched as Dumbledore opened her backpack and took out a small package that she was sure she had never put in it.

"What is this-"

Dumbledore shook off the little parcel, revealing a piece of fabric that gleamed silver and flowed like water.

"Put it on," he said. "You know what it is, don't you? Harry graciously lent it to me."

Chiara looked at this famous dress in a speechless manner, her outstretched hands were trembling.

invisibility cloak...

"Then what do you do?" she asked Dumbledore, but then suddenly realized that she had asked a very stupid, very substandard question.

This is Dumbledore!Although he now wears the shell of a 16-year-old boy, he is Dumbledore!

Sure enough, Dumbledore smiled at her: "I can still be invisible for a short period of time."

Chiara put on the invisibility cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows, and immediately disappeared in place.And Dumbledore tapped himself twice with the Elder Wand, chanted a few spells silently, and he immediately melted into the air without a sound.

"Let's go," said one puff of air to another.

Then a cloud of air caught up with another cloud exuding a faint sweet smell, and followed Wickofly Mandel forward without making a sound.

The light rain did not know when it stopped, and Chiara paid special attention not to step on the mud and leave footprints, and followed Wickofly Mandel from a distance with one deep foot and one shallow foot. .

Then they saw a cemetery lined with tombstones.

In the middle of the cemetery, next to a tall and imposing marble tombstone, a huge cauldron that was incompatible with the entire cemetery was propped up.A man in black robes who was wrapped tightly around his body stood quietly beside the cauldron, silently waiting for Wykovly Mandel to walk towards him.

When Chiara saw the large cauldron, her hairs turned cold for a moment, and she even ignored the other Death Eater who was waiting for Voldemort in the cemetery.

"Is he going to—?"

"It seems that we have picked a good day." Dumbledore smiled softly, "Do you remember why today is a holiday, Chiara?"

Chiara felt her back molars clenching slowly.

Today is Easter.

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The author has something to say:

Voldemort: What a day I picked for myself

Xiao Qi (sharpening the knife): Yeah, it’s so ironic to die on Easter