Two days later.
At the northern edge of Sussex, Little Hangerton. A train with a smokestack came to a screeching halt at the old platform.
Hoffa, who was dressed like an ordinary muggle, slowly walked down from the train. In front of him was a small village. He had been searching for this place for a long time. The nearest city, Bridgewells, was almost 20 kilometers away.
After Nicole had told him about the path of resurrection, he had rushed to this place without stopping. If he was not mistaken, his old classmate should be somewhere in this village at this moment, struggling at death's door, waiting for an opportunity to resurrect.
It was not yet seven o 'clock. The weather was a little gloomy, and a thick fog shrouded the village. The streets were a little muddy, and the sky was filled with gloomy rolling black clouds. Between two steep hills in the distance, some tombstones could be vaguely seen.
The dim street lights on the gravel road shone on the muddy sidewalk, leaving only the faint light of fireflies. Faint yellow lights shone from the windows of the shops on both sides, passing through the fog and shining on the empty street like a Sparkle.
"So this is the hometown of Lord Voldemort …"
He muttered to himself. Speaking of which, this place was actually Lord Voldemort's hometown in name. But Tom Liddell's real hometown was actually the same as his, the Wu Orphanage in London.
When he passed by a fruit stall, Hoffa thought for a moment and stopped.
"How much are the apples?" he asked.
"Five pence a pound," the owner said.
"Give me a pound."
"Okay."
"How about oranges?"
"Three pence."
"Is it sweet?"
"Definitely sweet. Try it."
"Give me a pound."
"Oh right, boss, do you have a place called Liddell House?"
"What?" The fruit stall owner looked confused.
"Liddell House."
"Never heard of it."
The fruit stall owner shook his head.
A minute later, Hoffa carried a woven bag of fruit, frowning as he stood on a small road in the countryside.
He looked around and only saw a few scattered lights in the distance. He did not see the legendary mansion, Liddell House. He asked a few villagers, but they all said they did not know. This made him confused.
According to the original plot, the residents of Little Hangerton loved to talk about the tragedy of Liddell House. Why did they all say they did not know?
Puzzled, Hoffa carried the bag of fruit and walked along the gravel road. The further he walked, the fewer the street lights until they disappeared.
After going around a hill, the street lights completely disappeared, leaving only the dark shadows of the nettles under the moonlight.
Then Hoffa saw, in the distance, a house half visible in the tangle of trees. The walls were covered in moss, and the tiles on the roof had all fallen off, revealing the hideous rotting rafters behind.
He stopped in front of the dilapidated house and frowned.
With the help of his powerful mental force field, he could sense that there was an extremely hidden and evil power in the house. This power was very similar to the Slytherin curse that Tom Riddle had cast on him.
Gunter's House?
After thinking for a while, he confirmed the identity of this dilapidated house. This made him hesitate. He wondered if he should go in and take a look.
After all, if this was Gunter's House, then the second Holy Relic of Death, the Resurrection Stone, was stored in this building.
He moved his feet.
Hiss!
On the withered tree, a coiled snake quickly escaped.
Huo Fa turned his head abruptly.
A woman was standing behind him.
She was also carrying a woven bag in her hand. Her black hair was tied up, and she wore a purple V-neck dress. She was a B-cup and had thick eyeshadow on. She was not considered pretty, and her body was thin. She was looking at him without blinking.
The man and woman silently looked at each other for a moment.
The woman looked at him with a blank expression.
Hoffa tilted his head and walked to the thin woman who was also carrying a woven bag. The moonlight shone on his bald head, making the Sparkle sparkle.
He looked up and saw that the woman had a few bottles of milk, some raw meat, and vegetables in the woven bag. Her other hand was tightly holding a few Muggle bills.
When Hoffa approached her, she subconsciously turned her head and took a step back.
"Excuse me, where is Liddell's House?"
Hoffa asked politely.
The woman secretly glanced at him, her eyes drifting.
Hoffa followed her gaze. It was the top of a valley in the distance. A waning moon hid behind the clouds.
"That direction?"
Hoffa pointed.
The woman shook her head.
"Why are you out alone at this time? It's dangerous."
Hoffa sighed and said, "I'll send you back."
"Ah … Ah … Ah …" The woman took two steps back, pointed at her mouth, and gestured. She waved her hands and made mute sounds.
Then, she turned and walked in the opposite direction.
But her head bumped into Hoffa's chest.
Thump!
She looked at the bald young man in front of her, her face full of fear.
Hoffa reached out and grabbed her cold arm. He smiled and slowly, but irresistibly, moved his hand from her arm to her palm. He then separated her slender fingers and took the woven bag from her hand.
"I'll carry it for you," he said.
Pa!
The woman didn't say anything and threw the woven bag away. She twisted her waist and ran away without looking back. She was so fast that she disappeared from Hoffa's sight in the blink of an eye.
Huo Fa smiled and disappeared with Ghost Stroll with two woven bags in his hand.
The woman in front of him ran crazily, faster and faster. In the end, her legs were twisted. She ran and looked back as if there was a ghost behind her.
Behind the woman, he entered a mountain manor. On one side of the road was an open area of heather and shrubs. On the other side was an old yew hedge. Behind the hedge was a towering tree. The manor had a stone road covered in lichens. The stone pillars on both sides of the gate were full of tattered heraldic patterns. Other than the stone road in the middle, Hoffa found a few gaps in the hedge. There were small paths through. He couldn't see the manor from the road. The surroundings were dark and decaying.
After arriving at the empty manor, the woman threw herself on the ground and struggled in pain. The more she struggled, the longer her body stretched. Finally, she became a ten-meter-long giant snake.
The giant snake circled the hedge three times and went in with a whoosh.
Hoffa also circled the hedge three times, and when he came out of it.
A majestic but dilapidated castle appeared in front of him. In the thick fog, it stood in the cold gray light. The windows were dark. The tall walls were bare and there were many small diamond-shaped glass windows. It was still the same as when it was built in the early 17th century. The courtyard was littered with trash and shrubs.
Standing in front of the ancient castle, Huo Fa understood. It seemed that in order to hide his identity and location, Tom not only used magic to hide Liddell Manor, but also erased the memories of Liddell Manor from the residents of Little Hangerton.
But he was also curious. If he saw the guy he hadn't seen in a long time, how should he face him?
In the memories of this timeline, the last time they met, he used the mistletoe to snatch away a piece of his soul fragment. He probably hated him to death.
However, after experiencing such an absurd life, not only did Hoffa not hate Tom, but he also felt a sense of helplessness because they were in the same boat.
(Rustle …)
"Hiss!!"
Suddenly, a giant black snake rushed out from the shadows of the castle. It jumped more than three meters high and opened its bloody mouth in the air, biting towards Hoffa's neck. Its scales shone under the moonlight.
Hoffa looked at it. He was curious how Naniji could turn into a woman. To be honest, he was shocked when he saw this woman. She was not an Animagus, but she had an unknown transformation spell on her. The transformation spell was more like a curse. Not only was it uncontrollable, it was also very dangerous.
Crack!
The snake bit Hoffa's bald head, but it didn't bite in.
"Don't move."
Hoffa said. He slowly combined the two woven bags into one. He then grabbed Naniji's neck with one hand and twisted it gently.
The giant snake let out a wail and crashed onto the floor, twisting wildly.
Hoffa didn't want to fall out with Tom. After all, he was the one asking for help. So, he didn't make things difficult for Naniji. He dragged its tail and walked into the gap in the old porch. There was a steep staircase that led to the castle. He raised his head and looked at the eerie place. The ruins of the old, rough stone walls, and stacks of coffins emitting a moldy smell. Some of these coffins were made of lead, some of them were made of stone. They were stacked high against the wall, reaching the arched door and the roof hidden in the shadows above.
The giant snake Naniji might have lost all hope. It didn't move and let him drag it along.
When they reached the castle hall, there was a sudden roar from afar, "Petrify all of you!"
A blue curse shot out from the shadows on the second floor.
It was followed by a series of crazy curse attacks, "Shatter into pieces, fall to the ground in a daze. Obstacles everywhere, relax, avada …"
Colorful lights flashed chaotically.
After a round of curse attacks, the hall was blown into a mess.
Thick smoke billowed. Gravel and wood chips fell to the ground.
In the corridor on the second floor, Peter the Dwarf squatted on the ground. He held his wand in his hand and stretched it out from the middle of the guardrail. He stared at the center of the hall with his watery eyes.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he saw a bald young man carrying a woven bag and dragging Naniji's tail in from the outside. This scared him. He had lived for so many years, but he had never seen such a strange scene.
After all, Naniji was more than ten meters long. It could swallow an adult man in one meal. But now, it was being dragged by its tail. What kind of concept was this?
The dust settled.
There was no one in the hall.
It was as if the person dragging Naniji's tail was just his imagination.
"Ha … Ha …" Peter the Dwarf wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He licked his lips and laughed, "What's wrong? Have you been too nervous recently?"
"Peter the Dwarf?"
A probing question from behind made the short man's face turn pale. He was almost petrified on the spot. After a full five or six seconds, he turned his head mechanically, bit by bit.
Behind him, the bald young man who was dressed like an ordinary high school student was carrying two woven bags. He lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.
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