hp+ Detective---Flowing Water Life

Yuki Haru didn't know that half of his vest had fallen off.After looking forward to the stars and the moon, Edward came back in a hurry.

"This is for you, very beautiful."

All the things Edward bought had oriental characteristics, a white cheongsam, which was just the right size for Gong Muchun, a folding fan made of wood, and a few strings of Buddhist beads. Bracelets, bought at an auction, guaranteed to be worth the money, a pile of odds and ends, Yuki Haru looked at it with a smile on his face.

[You don't buy anything, as long as the person comes back, mother will be very happy. 】

The son is getting older, and it's not suitable to hold him in his arms, otherwise Yugi Haru could hold him and shake him a few times to show he's in a good mood.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Edward took the opportunity to tell her something, "Mom, I want to travel alone in a few days. This is what I planned in school."

【where to? 】

"Little Hangleton."

Yuki Haru was in a hurry【What are you doing there?There is nothing there except the mausoleum. 】

"To remember the ancestors, mother, I want to go to the place where the ancestors lived, and use people as a mirror to understand the gains and losses."

【Your ancestors are in the cemetery of the Sherlock Holmes family, son, I don't think this is a good idea, even if you really remember your ancestors, I think you should go back to Slytherin's castle. 】

"Mom, I want to know the mental journey of my maternal grandfather. It is said that he killed his grandparents and father. Mom, I want to know why he..."

[No reason, Edward, listen to me, it's not a good place, my instinct tells me it's dangerous. 】

"I want to go, Mom. I want to go."

Yukiharu's tears flowed down again, and Edward was the most heartless person.Yuki Haru felt that he was being so nice to him that he started to be disobedient.

"Don't be like this, mom, I will be back soon. After I come back, I will stay with you until I start school."

Edward put on dragonskin gloves, hid a wand, a basilisk on his wrist, put on a mithril vest, and walked alone on the road in Little Hangleton with a big travel bag on his back. At the time of the devil, Edward was tired and thirsty, so he stopped in front of the church.He begged the priest for a glass of water.

The warm and kind priest gave him a large glass of water, Edward drank it in a hurry, and asked the priest to give him a second glass of water with a little embarrassment. When the priest turned back, Edward stood outside the church, looking at the cemetery .

"Here, boy, drink it up."

Edward thanked the priest, "Have you stayed here? I mean, are you from here?"

"No, my hometown is elsewhere, and the life here is very peaceful, so I stayed." The priest and Edward sat on the steps together, and Edward slowly drank the water, "I thought you were from here, you It's exactly the same as the local people's accent."

The priest smiled.

"Can I stay in the church tonight? I'll pay you. It's really hard to find a house here. I passed a big house. It was so dilapidated. The guards didn't allow me to stay there, and I So tired again."

"Of course, you can stay if you want. Few people come here to stay overnight. This place is relatively remote, and almost no foreigners are willing to come here, and you look very young."

Edward smiled brightly in the night. "Yes, I am traveling during the summer vacation. I want to use my legs to feel the UK. I will not be so leisurely in the future. I am willing to do whatever I want when I can."

"You have a lot of trouble."

"Yes, but the biggest difference between the living and the dead is distress, one after another, only those who lie here will feel peaceful."

Edward looked towards the cemetery, "I just heard that I heard it from the village below. I look a lot like a local young master. It's just that he died."

"I don't know, there are many people buried here, and there are only a few wealthy people."

"So, death is the greatest fairness in the world. No matter whether it is a powerful person or a slave, they can't escape this ending. Those with rich families also lie here, and the common people also lie here. I have read oriental literature, and the people there The custom is that on a certain day in spring, everyone meets to pay homage to the dead. At that time, I will definitely feel more deeply than I do now.”

The priest smiled but did not speak.

"Then, Father, will their descendants stay here in Little Hangleton and continue to be rich?"

The priest shook his head, "There are no children, some of them have moved away, some have fallen into poverty, and some have lost their heirs. Those who moved away never came back, and those who were downcast have disappeared, and those who have no descendants are unknown in this cemetery."

"Then, is the mansion I passed by desolate?"

The priest shook his head, "That is a cursed house, I heard from the previous priest. Don't be curious about that place, there are always some strange things happening there."

"I'm not a curious person. I'm just passing by here and I'm leaving tomorrow. Maybe you'd like to talk about it."

"I heard that there once belonged to a rich family and lived a good life. However, it seemed to be cursed. First, the son of that family eloped with a tramp's daughter, and then he came back and became Depressed, the whole family passed away quietly more than ten years later. When they were buried, they were said to be terrified. Someone speculated what happened, which caused them to be scared to death."

"Scared to death?"

"Yes, some people say it's a curse, but I can't find the reason."

Edward nodded, his thoughts were flying. It has been more than 50 years, and the truth is unknown, but the Riddle family is really buried here. Then, the Gaunt family, the daughter of Salazar Slytherin married into His family is also near here.

After a night without dreams, Edward thought that he would not sleep well in this land, but unexpectedly, he woke up the next day in a particularly good state. He bid farewell to the priest in the morning and left alone.When the sun was high, Edward took out a map, judged the location of Gunter's house, and looked for it.

There are still traces of this magic on the land, very old and very weak. Edward pushed through the weeds with a trekking pole, and saw a crumbling house. People feel terrible.

Edward pushed open the door and went in. Standing at the door, the cobwebs inside were covered with thick dust, and the floor was dark. A few fat mice squeaked at Edward, and Edward was unwilling to take a step.

Suddenly, Edward saw his mother covering her mouth and nose, cleaning up the dust reluctantly. With her movements, the dust flew everywhere. She coughed coquettishly, and pointed to a pile of cleaning supplies to assign tasks to Edward.

"Son, put on your gloves and go wipe the floor."

"Okay, mom, I can actually use magic. You stand outside, it's too dirty here."

Edward strode over, reaching for the gloves, the mithril vest on his body was so hot that it was almost hot, he suddenly felt something was wrong, how could his mother speak?What about the house elves in the house?Mom never let me work.

I'm at the Gunters' house and Mum's in London!

Edward straightened up and said to his mother, "I think we should get someone to do it faster." It is easy to take out in the trouser pocket.

The mother on the opposite side smiled slightly, "No, son, we will do it ourselves very quickly, put on the gloves quickly."

"Strong wind and strong grass." Edward threw a black magic at the opponent and retreated to the door.

"You are very smart." A phantom appeared on the floor, with a pale face and two slit-like noses.

"Dark Lord"

"Yes, the Dark Lord likes smart young people. If you join me, you will get more."

Edward looked at the room in front of him, secretly thinking about where he could hide his grandfather's Horcrux.Thanks to wearing glasses and a hat today, it would be bad to be seen by the Dark Lord. This face looks more and more like the Dark Lord.

"Thank you, it was really an honor to meet you, I, that, oh my god, I have a car out there, can I invite you to our house? Ah, forgot to introduce, I'm Slater from the second grade Wizard Lin, I'm a half-blood. I didn't mean to be a half-blood, my mother was a witch, and she married a Muggle with a love potion."

Edward pretended to be extremely anxious, the mithril vest was still hot, he knew that the Dark Lord was instigating him, and he knew how to deal with it.

"Slytherin, very well, you chose the right house, and the Dark Lord forgives you. Go and open the third floor, there is a box under it, and there is a ring in it, which is a reward from the Dark Lord, take it out and wear it .”

"Okay, okay." Edward opened the floor and took out the box.There was indeed a gold ring in it.

"Hydra, what are you waiting for?" Edward said in English.

"You ambushed your companion?"

Hydra swam straight down her wrist and took a bite of the row of rings.The phantom of the Dark Lord disappeared.

Edward took the ring and walked out into the sunshine outside the house, "I can't believe that a piece of my grandfather's soul was wiped out like this. His reputation can make the wizarding world tremble, but I can kill a part of his soul so easily .”

The process is too easy to imagine.

"Edward, remember what I told you? In my master's mother's dowry, there is a part of the Deathly Hallows. It's in this box, the famous Resurrection Stone ring."

"I didn't expect that. My God, if there are other treasures in this house, I won't go back." Edward closed the box and drew a magic circle around the house until the house completely disappeared.

Edward used devil flames on the box containing the soul-returning stone ring in the night, burned the box clean, wrapped the ring with one of the dragon leather gloves, and wrapped it repeatedly with the other, with Erasing all traces of everything, Apparating to the peak behind Hogwarts, appearing in front of the simple tombstone of my grandfather, burying the Resurrection Stone ring and the ashes of the notebook together.

"Edward, this is a treasure, you should ask your mother what to do with it."

"No, Hydra, my mother authorized me this power, and I can handle anything under the name of any Slytherin family. Even the Hallows can cause greed, and the most powerful Deathly Hallows can't make people Resurrection, death is the real justice in this world."

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Sorry everyone, I have too many typos in the above chapter, and I feel sorry for everyone.