Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 722 The Heir in the Gaunt House

The crisp popping sounds gradually changed slightly as time passed.

There was a slight sound of water.

Kate's evil plan was also blocked by Ryan with his innocent body.

Are there any other such good friends in this world?
For friends, I am willing to offer my frail body.

At the beginning of April, there are more and more days with light breeze, and the weather is getting sunnier and warmer day by day.

This year's spring seems to have not arrived yet, and it has jumped into summer.

There were even students diving with snorkels again by the Black Lake.

In such warm weather, time seems to pass quickly.

It was April 4rd in a flash.

"Happy Easter, Harry!" Ron's head popped out of the quilt. He was woken by the sound of Harry getting up.

So he greeted Harry with sleepy eyes.

Today, Harry was looking at the mirror on the bedside table, rubbing the scar on his forehead.

Outside Ron's perspective, Harry in the mirror waved his hand, disappeared from the dormitory in the mirror, and walked out the door.

In the real dormitory, Harry cleared his throat and said, "I should go."

Responded to Ron's greeting.

Then he walked out of the dormitory quickly.

Only Ron was left, yawning, and lying back on the four-poster bed.

Since he reconciled with Harry and Ginny, he moved back to his original bed.

Perhaps in order to sleep more comfortably, he changed his position in bed and turned to the right side.

He discovered that in addition to Harry, Neville had also gotten up early and disappeared.

"Really, I got up so early. Fortunately, Anthony and the other three are here to keep me company."

As he was talking, Ron fell asleep again.

the other side,
Outside the village of Little Hangleton,

In front of the shrubbery, there is a winding, bumpy dirt road.

A puddle reflecting the sky.

In the puddle, ripples appeared in the clear blue sky, like the forget-me-not flowers.
A figure gradually emerged from the ripples.

The blue sky, the warm sunshine, and the gentle breeze brushing Harry's face could not bring any positive emotions to him now.

In the dream, in the mirror world,

I have seen the black forest thousands of times,
Now it seems like an abyss that has swallowed up all sunlight and life.

As a result, the moment his feet moved from the puddle and touched the ground, yellow vertical pupils appeared in his eyes.

The sight passed through the black forest and came to the house that was half hidden in the tangled trees.

The door was shabby, windproof, and full of knife holes, but it was tightly closed.

But inexplicably, it seemed as if there was a long-lost friend waving at him inside.

This makes the moss on the wall,
The sparsely-spaced roof with exposed rafters,

All those creepy nettles around,
The small windows, covered with years of dirt, seemed much more intimate.

It is as friendly and charming as a snake with a cute triangular head and elegant black scales, spitting out its tongue.

Squeak! There was a crisp sound of metal scratching across the sandy ground.

The sound did not wake Harry.

He just lowered his head and looked at the one he had just kicked.

The short knife, lying upside down among the nettles, was covered with black blood stains and spots of rust.

Subconsciously, he drew out the dagger, and the holly wand appeared in his right hand.

His left hand seemed to be much more flexible, and he swung the knife lightly a few times.

It was as if his left hand was his dominant hand from the beginning.

In this state, he seemed to hear the friendly hisses of his friends from behind the door.

Squeak!

The door opened suddenly.

Long black snakes slowly crawled out from inside.

However, strangely,
They did not raise their heads, hiss, bare their fangs, or assume an attacking posture.

Instead, they hovered around him docilely, as soft as a bunch of thick black hoses, their eyes fixed on him. He had once been Voldemort in his dream and immediately recognized these black bodies - a curse set to protect the Horcruxes.

However, at this moment, they have undergone this unprecedented change.

Even he, who had mastered all of Voldemort's knowledge of the Dark Arts before he hid the Resurrection Stone and the Horcrux, could not recognize the change.

The insidious curses formed by these magic traps, which seemed to have a living, growing and intertwined branches and branches, actually turned into snakes.

They seem to have combined with the magic in this old house of Slytherin's descendants to achieve their current appearance.

An impulse emerged in his mind.

He didn't even have time to think about why he did this.
I didn't realize I had decided to do this.

He only knew that his legs moved forward automatically.

Just like walking on casters,
Then he stupidly shouted to the snakes, "You can go now!"

A miracle happened - it was incredible - they shook their bodies, turned into wisps of black smoke, and dissipated into the air.

On the other side of him,
Inside the door,

In the largest room among the three houses, which seemed to serve as both a living room and a kitchen,

Next to the dirty, barely recognizable armchair,
On the dark partition,
An ugly yet handsome black gemstone ring, completely different from its surroundings, was lying intact on it.

In this situation, even the most calm person would notice that something is wrong.

When did his aesthetic change?

When did this black gemstone ring become cool?

Then he noticed something more was wrong.

When did he transform into a dragon?

He seemed to have suddenly taken a liking to things like black snakes and knives that clearly had nothing to do with him.

There was something wrong with those curses, too.

Although compared to the curse left on the ring itself, the one in the house wasn't too vicious.

But the snakes they turned into were so docile.

It was as if he was the master here.

Everything here belongs to him.

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

The dagger, the snake, and the nimble hands, these pieces of information began to come together.

"I see.

The Bloody Baron is one such wizard, who prefers to wield both a dagger and a wand.

Most wizards thought this was learned from Gryffindor.

But I know the memories of Voldemort, the memories of those notes in the Chamber of Secrets.

This is learned from Slytherin.

When Slytherin was young, he liked to hold a dagger in one hand and a wand in the other.

And he speaks Parseltongue!" Harry muttered to himself.

He now understood that Voldemort's curses and those treacherous magic traps,
As time passed, with the blessing of the Resurrection Stone Horcrux,

And this house belongs to the fallen descendants of Slytherin,

The house should not have any trace of magic.

And brought it back to life.

So are these curses.

"That's why I'm intact." As he said this, Harry had already stepped into the house.

The ugly black gemstone ring was already on the ring finger of his right hand after he regained his human form.

"I was mistaken for Voldemort?
No, the Heir of Slytherin."

In my impression, that will absorb,

Dare to break into this house,

And wears its usurper's vitality,
Its body instantly becomes dry and charred as if it were burnt.
But there is still a last bit of life left.

The curse that was waiting for 'him' to come seemed to be dead.

He is now the owner of this mansion.
And the curse, the core of this space, was lying right on his ring finger.

She licked his fingertips meekly.

(End of this chapter)