"A memory?" Elwyn raised his head and looked at Dumbledore. "You don't know where that thing is?"
"Oh, yes, it's only a guess. So look carefully later, Elwyn. This is a very important memory." Dumbledore said, "I need you to firmly remember what you see. When you need it, it will provide you with the greatest help."
"Alright, who was this Bob Ogden?"
"He used to work in the Magical Law Enforcement Department." Dumbledore said softly, "He died a few days ago, but before he died, I managed to find him and convinced him to tell me these memories. Now, we are going to accompany him to a place he went on a mission. Again, remember what you're about to see … "
Dumbledore pulled the cork off the crystal bottle and poured the silver substance in the bottle into the meditation basin.
It slowly swirled in the basin, emitting a faint glow. It did not seem like a liquid, nor did it seem like a gas.
"Come on!" Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation.
Elwyn leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged into the silver substance.
He felt his feet leaving the dimly lit living room, passing through the swirling darkness, falling and falling. Suddenly, he closed his eyes against the blinding sunlight. Before his eyes could adjust, Dumbledore landed beside him.
They were standing on a typical English country road, full of nostalgic rustic atmosphere.
On both sides were tall, tangled shrubs and hedges, and above them was the summer sky, as clear and blue as a forget-me-not flower.
About ten steps in front of them stood a short, plump man.
He wore a pair of spectacles with particularly thick lenses, and his eyes were reduced to two dots, like the eyes of a mole.
At this moment, he was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the brambles on the left side of the path.
Needless to say, this had to be Ogden! A typical wizard who only learned about Muggle in school. He followed the rules, but did not know how to be flexible. From the way he dressed, he probably wanted to dress up as a Muggle, but was not experienced enough.
In the end, he dressed up nondescript and wore a strange set of clothes.
A striped swimsuit with a coat draped over it, and shoe covers on his feet, looking very strange.
Elwyn looked at Ogden. Although he did not have much of an impression of this name, he could guess that this important memory was related to Lord Voldemort.
Or more accurately, it was related to the Soul Vessel.
Since Dumbledore took it out at this time and said that they needed to use it in Norway, it was enough to prove that the Soul Vessel in this memory was Slytherin's Ring, which was another guardian item.
This meant that they were going to the old house of the Gunter family, an ancient and conservative family of pure-blooded wizards.
Just as Elwyn was thinking, Ogden walked down the path quickly, and they hurried to catch up.
As they passed by the wooden signpost, Elwyn looked up at the two arrows. The one pointing to the direction they came from said: Great Hangleton, 5 miles; the one pointing to the direction Ogden was going to said: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.
It was indeed here, Elwyn thought.
After the Sirius Prison Break incident came to an end, he had asked Lupin to investigate the ancestral house of Lord Voldemort's father.
At that time, he had planned to destroy the materials needed for Lord Voldemort's resurrection, his father's bones. The old house was in Little Hangleton.
Unfortunately, they were too late.
Lord Voldemort had long been prepared. He had sent people back to retrieve the bones when they encountered the vampires in Albania.
Elwyn and Dumbledore followed Ogden for a while. They could see nothing but tall shrubs and hedges on both sides, the vast blue summer sky above their heads, and the rustling figure in a frock coat walking in front of them.
Then, the path turned left and went straight down the hill.
Unexpectedly, they found a valley in front of them.
There was a village in front of them. It was undoubtedly Little Hangleton.
It was situated between two steep hills, and the church and graveyard could be seen clearly.
On the hill opposite the valley, there was a very grand house, surrounded by large patches of green grass.
Needless to say, this big house was Riddle Manor. However, it was not dilapidated at all. Instead, it was very beautiful.
Under the sunlight, it shone with golden light, looking very high-class. It was obvious that this was a house only the rich could live in.
As the path down was too steep, Ogden could not help but break into a jog.
Dumbledore took bigger strides, and Elwyn also quickened his pace to catch up.
Since Riddle Manor, the ancestral home of Lord Voldemort's father, was in front of them, then where was the old house of the Gunter Family. Elwyn originally thought that they were going to the village of Little Hangleton, but they did not. The path turned right, and when they turned the corner, Ogden's frock coat flashed, and he disappeared through an opening in the hedge.
Dumbledore and Elwyn followed him to a narrow dirt path. The shrubs and hedges on both sides were taller and denser than the ones they had just passed. The dirt path was crooked, bumpy, and full of rocks. Just like the path they had just passed, it seemed to lead to a small dark forest below.
After walking for a short distance, the dirt path connected to the small forest.
Ogden stopped and pulled out his wand. Dumbledore and Elwyn also stopped behind him.
Even though the sky was clear and cloudless, the ancient trees overhead cast a cold, dark, and dense shadow.
After a few seconds, Elwyn saw a house half hidden in the tangled roots of the trees.
It had to be said that this was not the right place to build a house, or rather, it was more in line with the unique taste of the Gunter Family.
The large trees grew beside the house, blocking out all the light and the valley below.
Even at noon, when the sun was at its brightest, there was not a single ray of light. It was very Slytherin's style.
Neither Gunter himself nor his descendants, the Gunters and the vampire branch, liked sunlight.
The walls of the house were covered in moss, and many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, exposing the rafters here and there.
Nettles grew thickly around the house, and the tall nettles reached the windows, which were very small and covered in thick, old dirt.
Suddenly, there was a click, and a window opened!
From inside came a thin stream of steam or green smoke, as if someone was cooking.
Ogden crept forward, his movements cautious.
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