Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 194 Voldemort gave birth to a cub?
Riddle House was at the end of the village, out of place with Little Hangleton.

It seems to have been stuck four or five centuries ago, not even a paved road to get there, just a muddy track covered in snow.

The hat cursed all the way, begging to fly again several times.

Harry didn't agree, he didn't believe in the technology of the hat, and he was afraid that he would rush into the Riddle Mansion, not because he felt sorry for this dilapidated old building, but because he was worried that there might be a magic trap left by Voldemort inside.

With the hat carefully opened close.

This building is not as barren as it looks. Someone has lived here for a long time, but the traces are very old, and the latest ones are at least half a year ago.

They stopped at the door.

Harry drew the Gryffindor sword and put Quinn on himself, and Dumbledore put the Armor Charm on both of them with a wave of his wand.

"I didn't feel the magic." Dumbledore looked at the dilapidated old house.

Harry nodded: "I didn't feel anything either."

He bowed his head.

The snow piled up at the entrance of the mansion overflowed the steps, and there was no sign of anyone passing by for a long time.

He squatted down again, waved his wand, and swept away layer after layer of snow. Dumbledore didn't quite understand why he did this, but just watched quietly.

"Since the first snow, no one has walked here." When the last layer of snow was swept away, revealing some damp soil, Harry clapped his hands and got up, "There are no footprints, and the layers of snow are very clear, and it has not been swept."

"Maybe Tom hasn't been here in the first place." Dumbledore walked up to him.

Harry nodded: "It would be better if he never came, I really hope he can forget to deal with the black history on his father's side."

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, he followed Harry all the way to the door, and then slowly said, "You seem to be more concerned about Tom's black history?"

"Words are a powerful weapon." Harry nodded, and knocked on the door with his wand. "That time in the second year, it was because he couldn't talk to me, so he became angry and I seized the opportunity."

"You already know a lot about his dark history." Dumbledore said softly.

Harry stopped at the door, with deep eyes, and looked deep into the room along the stairs: "Knowing more weapons means more choices."

"And we might be right."

The rotten breath couldn't wait to get into his nose as the door was pushed open.

There is the smell of rotten wood, rotten fruits and vegetables, and the aftertaste of human decay.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the magic power surged in, checking every corner: "There are no magic traps."

Harry walked in, with a clear goal, and went straight up to the second floor.

The master bedroom door was open.

The smell of rotting corpses also came from here.

To be precise, it was no longer a corpse, but a dry bone. The flesh and blood had long been eaten up by creatures, big and small, and even those creatures had dispersed, leaving only some finely broken corpses lying around the dry bones.

"It's been dead for at least three months." Harry took out the dragonskin gloves and put them on, picked up a bone and observed it carefully, "It hasn't changed too much, not more than six months."

"Did during the summer?" Dumbledore concluded for him.

Harry nodded, put down the humerus, broke off a small piece of rib, and broke into several pieces with a gentle pinch in his hand: "The bone is thin and very old, not necessarily much younger than you."

"Is it the same after I die?" Dumbledore sighed with emotion.

Harry shook his head, "No."

Dumbledore snorted slightly.

"As you, there will be at least a coffin, or an urn." Harry continued to inspect the ground around the bones, "and there will be a cemetery, I assure you, even if your relatives don't want to arrange it, there will still be me." .”

"This is the best news I've heard this year." Dumbledore smiled brightly.

Harry dropped the bone: "Over 60, not sure if wizard, male."

"There was no trauma when he died. These disgusting traces are the thick water after the corpse rotted, and there are traces left by other creatures eating the corpse."

"It's a pity that he died for too long, so I can't be sure if he was poisoned, but if it is that person, I'm afraid he won't be poisoned."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Death Curse?"

"It's very likely." Harry stood up and sighed slowly: "But it's just a possibility. Many traces can't be seen clearly, and I can get very little information."

He continued to check the house.

The tenant who broke in suddenly did not intend to clean the house.

This is good news for Harry.

The different layers of dust allowed him to see the traces of three months ago, and he was surprised by what he could see.

"Professor Dumbledore, you can't believe what I found." Harry shook his head, squatting beside the sofa.

Dumbledore was very interested: "Tom has more black history?"

"I'm afraid it's even more unbelievable than black history." Harry's eyes were strange. "There are only footprints of an adult in the room. He pushed a four-wheeled cart and kept pushing it."

"There was also a basket about thirty inches long on this sofa."

"You know what I mean."

Dumbledore spoke in surprise, raised his hand and gently pushed his glasses, and looked at the sofa in disbelief: "You mean the child?"

Four-wheeled carts are uncommon, and those that need to be pushed all the time are even rarer.

And combined with a basket that just fits a baby.

It is hard not to infer such a result.

Harry nodded. "Maybe, I just said maybe."

"This person is just a bit of a quirk. He needs to push a baby carriage to walk, and he doesn't like to sit on a good sofa, so he needs to put a basket with some weight."

"Of course, like you, I am more inclined that he is taking care of the children."

He slowly stood up and walked to the bed in the bedroom. There was a thick layer of dust on the mattress, and he lifted it up. The mattress was flat, with only traces of tiny creatures crawling. The weather turned cold, and after eating the old man After the dead bodies of these creatures live here.

But there is only no trace of an adult sleeping.

Dumbledore hesitated to speak, he frowned.

Harry went to the window and opened it, the cold wind came in and hit him in the face: "Now I have two thoughts."

"The first one is that a lady is holding her newborn baby and borrowing in this house, only to be followed by her elders, or the stalker sent by that heartless man, or others who want to hinder her and Those with the children found out, and the lady had to use the Killing Curse to kill anyone who spotted them and run away."

Dumbledore walked up to Harry and let the cold wind blow on his face: "This is a great story. If you think about it, you might be able to write a novel not inferior to Lockhart's."

"Second guess."

Harry went on.

"Our Senior Tom gave birth to a child during these years of disappearing, and he is old enough to have a son. He attaches great importance to this child and has been taking good care of it."

Dumbledore's expression was indifferent: "Although it's hard to believe, if your discovery is true, it's not impossible."

"Whose child?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore was taken aback.

"You know him better than I do, whose child do you think it is?" Harry continued.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Tom was very popular at school, but he never developed a relationship. As for what happened after he left school, I don't know at all."

As he said that, his face became strange: "Maybe after the first grade, in order to regain his strength, he had no choice but to find his old lover."

"That's a good direction, Harry, I would."

Harry took the bait naturally: "I'll let Miss Skeeter investigate these matters, she has much more experience than you."

Dumbledore nodded, without hesitation, agreed.

They searched again in this dilapidated mansion, but after many years, the owner has changed here, and almost all the things inside are furnishings of the past ten years, and the traces of the Riddle family's existence have long been erased.

There is a log cabin outside the mansion, and Harry and Dumbledore naturally didn't miss it.

This dilapidated hut has more life than a mansion, but it has also accumulated dust for several months and has become dilapidated.

Who is the person who died on the second floor?
The two of them also had the answer in their hearts.

But they didn't do anything, just erased their traces, left this old house, returned to Little Hangleton, Dumbledore secretly cast a curse on a person, planted a hint in his heart, let him go to the hospital for a few days Go to Riddle's old house and find the skeleton.

The common man's police cannot be expected to crack wizard cases.

At least it can give the skeleton a home so that he can be buried.

They continued to drive towards Greater Hangleton, the same place name, just the difference between "big" and "small", and they were not far apart.

The hat was driving honestly on the road, and the speed was not very fast, only fifty miles per hour. It took off the protection of the spell and enjoyed the feeling of speed.

"What will you do if Senior Tom really has a child?" Harry asked suddenly on the way.

Dumbledore didn't have time to answer.

The hat slammed on the brakes and almost threw the two of them out: "What did you say? That person has a child?"

"Just a guess." Harry patted the dashboard, "Drive well, or let me do it."

"No, no, I can." The hat continued to drive smoothly, "What's the matter with that guess?"

"In the house, I found some traces that may be baby carriages and baby cradles." Harry answered him with a blank expression.

"Children are innocent." Dumbledore sighed, "I missed Tom's education back then, and I can't miss his children again."

Harry rubbed his cheeks: "I'm not talking about the future, but now, senior Tom doesn't seem like a person who can have a father's love."

"Could that child be his means?"

"Is there a similar spell in black magic?"

Dumbledore broke out in a cold sweat: "Use a baby? Harry, although I know some black magic, I have never set foot in such... such an evil field."

"I hope he won't, after all, he is his own flesh and blood."

Harry reminded him: "Probably not, just picked it at random."

Dumbledore's face became more serious: "Then we have to find him sooner."

The Sorting Hat ramps up.

The sky was full of wind and snow, like a black arrow, nailed towards Great Hangleton.

They arrived in less than half an hour.

　Let's start with a chapter today, suddenly feel dizzy and nauseous, continue tomorrow
　　
　
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