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How can a love maintained only by aphrodisiacs last?

Tom's family's happy life was soon shattered when the love potion wore off.

I brought Tom, who had been abandoned, into Hogwarts, thinking he would gradually be educated into a good boy.

Unfortunately, I underestimated the hatred and ambition in that child's heart.

The moment the child gained power, he returned to the Gaunt family mansion, avenged his poor mother, killed his uncle and grandfather, and seized control of the old house.

Chapter 213

"If this old house truly holds extraordinary significance for Voldemort, as you claim..."

Hopefully he's hiding in this house right now~

"Hmm." Dumbledore tilted his head slightly and said with great regret, "It's a pity he doesn't seem to be home."

"Perhaps. But it's also possible that the nickname 'Voldemort' wasn't a mistake."

Time waits for no one, let's begin.

Lin Bei said.

The two pushed open the rotten iron gate and walked over the withered grass and pebbles on the ground toward the gloomy old house, which was now completely shrouded in the hazy moonlight.

Dumbledore keenly noticed a faint path, as if it had been worn into the clearing they were walking on.

This means that someone must have been frequently visiting Riddle House recently, and besides Voldemort, it seems that the only other person in this group is the old gardener who looked after the place, the old man who was brutally murdered in the movie.

Dumbledore was extremely wary of his student. Although Dumbledore only acknowledged the title of Dark Lord for that man, Voldemort, who was crowned the second Dark Lord, also had his own extraordinary abilities.

At least in terms of mastery of dark magic, he is slightly superior to me.

If it weren't for his advanced age and Voldemort's complete lack of management experience...

And here, Voldemort's old mansion, one can only imagine how many dark magic traps would be set up here.

Dumbledore went from cautiously using his wand to cast some exploratory spells to resignedly following behind Lin Bei.

Lin Bei walked with an easy expression, his energy fluctuations undisguised, like a moving planet. All the withered grass and pebbles on the ground in front of him were constantly crumbling, and the magical traps set in the old house were continuously destroyed.

Even the gate of Riddle House, which had been stripped of its family crest and become rotten, was crushed into pieces by magic.

It spread deeper into the old house in a more extensive but gentler way.

As they entered Riddle Manor, the main buildings came into view of Lin Bei and Dumbledore, becoming more clearly visible.

Its level of filth and disorder is no less than that of the Shrieking Shack at Hogwarts.

The main difference between the two is that the screaming shack is littered with the carcasses and excrement of various animals.

The floor here was covered with a thick layer of dust, a series of dense footprints, and some traces that looked like snakes crawling across it.

The tables and chairs in the kitchen had all disappeared, and only a large number of plates and cutlery were piled up on the counter against the wall, with some dry, black stains on them, as if some food had rotted and dried there.

In addition, the air was filled with a strong musty smell and a foul odor that Lin Bei couldn't quite describe.

Even Dumbledore wrinkled his nose in disdain.

The two ignored the other rooms on the first floor and went upstairs on the creaking, dilapidated wooden stairs, some of which were even missing pieces.

Explore along a trail of footprints and snake tracks.

It wasn't hard to find, since the doors to the other rooms were all tightly sealed with wooden strips, and only the door to the room at the end of the corridor was open.

At this point, Dumbledore also seemed to become wary.

He drew his wand and, together with Lin Bei, cautiously entered the room.

Lin Bei then saw that in this room, which was clearly the master bedroom, there were many traces of someone having lived there, which were not found anywhere else.

For example, the dust on the floor had already been swept away.

The fireplace was filled with ashes, and there were also some pieces of wood that had been cut down but had not yet been burned.

Judging from the paint and coatings remaining on the wood, it should have come from the missing furniture on the first floor.

Most importantly, in the very center of the room, there was an old-fashioned, rustic baby rocking chair, piled with thick blankets, and a dirty baby bottle with white juice residue inside.

“They must have lived here for a while,” Dumbledore said, picking up the baby bottle and shaking it twice.

"boom--"

Inhuman roars accompanied by the firelight emanated from the fireplace.

Large plumes of bright yellow flames burst forth from the fireplace, quickly engulfing the ashes and firewood beside it.

It formed a giant, fiery python.

It was about to pounce on him.

Dumbledore truly deserves to be called the strongest wizard who has lived through two generations of Dark Lords.

The movements were exceptionally swift.

Suddenly, the Elder Wand appeared in his hand, and then he swung it violently.

An invisible force field seemed to specifically suppress the spread of the fire, directly forcing the giant fire serpent, which had been transformed from raging flames, back into the fireplace.

"Is it a Fiendfyre curse, or a trap-triggered one?" Dumbledore asked, still appearing quite relaxed.

"This must be Tom's parting gift to us." Lin Bei looked at the Fiery Python, which was being suppressed and churning inside the fireplace, without any concern. "It seems that our little Tom already knows about our actions."

Dumbledore did not answer, but thrust his Elder Wand forward with force.

Finally, the fiery python, which was curled up inside the fireplace and screaming in agony, was also crushed into nothingness.

"Phew~ Looks like my skills haven't gotten rusty after all~"

After doing all this, Dumbledore pretended to be relaxed.

Seeing this, Lin Bei simply nodded and asked a question that he had been curious about for a long time.

"By the way, where exactly did this Fiery Blaze come from?"

Faced with Lin Bei's question, Dumbledore couldn't help but rummage through his knowledge, but couldn't recall any records he had thought of.

He could only shake his head helplessly and say, "I don't know."

Fiendfire is a type of demonic fire summoned by ancient black magic. The only records related to it are the Fiendfire incantation and its corresponding antidote.

However, while many wizards know the spell for Fiendfire, very few know the corresponding antidote.

However, the end of all curses can also dispel the fierce fire.

Lin Bei, however, became excited. This Fiery Blaze seemed quite impressive, based on its ability to grow stronger with enough combustible material, and the fact that it could mimic the forms of monsters.

It has great potential.

Moreover, the animal forms they form also possess some degree of consciousness.

"It seems the Horcrux isn't in this house," Dumbledore said, glancing at the still-smoking fireplace.

"I don't know about that. Anyway, the Horcrux is definitely in this manor, but I don't know its exact location."

Seeing that Lin Bei was clearly seeking revenge, Dumbledore wisely pushed up his reading glasses and chuckled as he reasoned, "Fiercefire can destroy Horcruxes."

If the Horcruxes were really hidden in this manor, how could Voldemort have set up a Fiendfyre trap here?

The answer is obvious. The Horcrux wasn't hidden in the old house; it was in the back.

"Wow." Lin Bei said with a blank expression, "You're so amazing~ You could find it yourself, why did you drag me into it?"

Dumbledore simply smiled, as if to say, "I'm getting my revenge on you too."

However, what surprised Lin Bei was...

Dumbledore, however, did not immediately search for the Horcruxes.

Instead, before leaving, he placed a large number of magical traps throughout the Riddle Manor, similar in structure to the previous Fiendfire.

These magical traps were densely packed into every corner of the old house.

Lin Bei couldn't help but think that Dumbledore was retaliating against Voldemort for setting a trap for him.

This behavior...

This behavior is absolutely amazing.

Just imagine when Voldemort returns to investigate, and faces all those surprised and delighted expressions, he'd probably be so angry he'd slurp his milk a few more times.

With Lin Bei's help, they worked until the crescent moon appeared before finally leaving the old house.

After passing through the fence and the back gate, we walked along the back of the hill and finally stopped in front of an open wasteland.

"Is this... a cemetery?"

Looking at the broken tombstones lying crookedly among the withered grass and rubble on the wasteland in front of him, Lin Bei said with some uncertainty.

“Yes, this is a cemetery. The Gaunt family cemetery.”

Dumbledore spoke expressionlessly, while digging out a piece of almost completely rotten iron gate remnant from the dirt at his feet.

Most of the details have been erased by time, but the S-shaped emblem at the top, formed by a winding iron snake, still retains its general shape.

"This is the Slytherin symbol."

Lin Bei said with a sneer, "It's ridiculous that a bunch of guys with the surname Gaunt are using the Slytherin symbol as their family crest."

Dumbledore seemed amused by Lin Bei and smiled:

"It's quite funny, but who can blame them when the title of Slytherin descendant brings them enough respect and benefits?"

Moreover, this has become a tradition of the Gaunt family.

"Just look at Tom. Didn't he also refuse to acknowledge his Riddle surname and change his name to Voldemort? I dare say if you called him Tom Riddle to his face right now, he would be furious."

After saying this, Dumbledore seemed to recall a real scene and laughed even more heartily.

Lin Bei smiled happily.

It wasn't that Dumbledore's joke was particularly funny, but rather that he found the very fact that someone like Dumbledore was joking with him quite amusing.

Unfortunately, Lin Bei's good mood didn't last long.

Looking at the crooked tombstones, there was a small house leading into the underground burial chamber.