Chapter 749: Gaunt Ring

Xiang Xien had seen this wizard, Bob Ogden, in the Daily Prophet.

He was here to carry out a mission, and Buliduo and Xiang Xien also followed him.

Passing a wooden signpost, Xiang Xien looked up at its two directional arrows.

The one pointing to where they came from read: Great Hangleton, 5 miles.

The one pointing to where Ogden was going read: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

The approximate location was determined...

Xiang Xien noted it silently.

They walked for a while, seeing nothing else, only the high hedges on both sides, the azure vast summer sky overhead, and the figure in a formal coat walking rustlingly in front.

Then, the path turned left, descending steeply along the hillside, and so, they suddenly and unexpectedly discovered a valley, presented in front of them at a glance.

Xiang Xien saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton, nestled between two steep hillsides, with the church and graveyard clearly visible.

On the hillside opposite the valley, there was a very magnificent mansion, surrounded by large areas of green grass.

"The villagers of Little Hangleton call it Riddle House."

Buliduo said with a smile.

Xiang Xien also looked at that house; not long after, Tom Riddle, who was retrieved by Wormtail, would enter it.

But if Wormtail were imprisoned, would he still be resurrected?

Xiang Xien did not know.

Perhaps other wizards would enter Albania, perhaps there would be "Worm-ears," "Worm-noses," or something.

Xiang Xien did not like things outside the plan.

Therefore, he formulated a precise plan.

Now, in the memory. Because the downhill road was too steep, Ogden couldn't help but trot.

Buliduo took larger steps, and Xiang Xien also quickened his pace to follow behind him.

Suddenly, the path turned right, and when they turned that corner, they saw the hem of Ogden's formal coat flash, and he disappeared into a gap in the hedge.

Buliduo and Xiang Xien followed him to a narrow dirt road, where the hedges on both sides were taller and denser than the ones they had just passed.

Although the sky was clear and cloudless, the ancient trees overhead cast cool, dark, and dense shadows; after a few seconds, Xiang Xien's eyes saw a house half-hidden in the tangled trees.

This house seemed rarely inhabited: the walls were covered with moss, many tiles on the roof had fallen off, and here or there the rafters inside were exposed.

The house was surrounded by dense nettles, and the high nettles reached the windows; those windows were very small and covered with thick, old dirt.

"We're here."

Buliduo said.

With a click, a window of the house opened, and a thin stream of steam or blue smoke emerged from inside, as if someone was cooking.

Immediately after, there was another click, and a man in rags jumped down from a nearby tree, landing right in front of Ogden.

Ogden hurried back, stepped on the back hem of his coat, and almost fell.

"Hiss—"

The man standing in front of them had thick filth tangled in his dense hair, and the original color could no longer be distinguished.

He had lost a few teeth in his mouth, and his two small black eyes were staring in opposite directions. He should have looked funny, but in fact, he didn't; his appearance was very scary.

"Uh—good morning. I am from the Ministry of Magic—"

"Hiss hiss hiss."

"Uh—sorry—I don't understand what you're saying."

Ogden said uneasily.

"I think it's also very difficult for us to understand what he's saying?"

Buliduo, standing behind them, asked Xiang Xien with a smile.

"He said 'You are not welcome'."

Xiang Xien said.

"Oh? That's really a strange thing."

Buliduo was a bit surprised.

"Parseltongue pronunciation, it seems to be a partial adaptation of ancient Futhark; "Parseltongue" has an introduction to this part."

Xiang Xien explained.

"Forgive me, I haven't heard of this book."

Buliduo showed contemplation.

Xiang Xien looked at his neck; the Book of Wizards was still there, but it was very difficult to open in the memory.

The "Parseltongue" left by Ravenclaw inside should also not be able to be taken out.

In fact, in Ravenclaw's memory, Xiang Xien was more willing to call this book "Salazar Slytherin's Observation Diary."

The memory screen was still flowing.

An old man walked out, and his appearance made Ogden relax slightly.

"I came to see your son, Mr. Gaunt; that was Morfin just now, right?"

Ogden said.

"Ah, that's Morfin."

The old man said casually,

"Are you pure-blood?"

He asked, his attitude suddenly becoming so aggressive.

"This has nothing to do with today's conversation."

Ogden said coldly.

But Gaunt obviously didn't think so. He squinted his eyes and stared at Ogden's face, muttering a few words in a tone that was clearly deliberately offensive.

"Can we go in and talk?"

Ogden's tone also became cold.

"Go inside?"

"Yes, Mr. Gaunt. I have already told you. I came for Morfin. We sent an owl—"

"Owls are of no use to me."

Gaunt said,

"I never read letters."

"Then you can't complain about not knowing someone was coming."

Ogden said sharply,

"I came here to deal with a serious violation of wizarding law that happened early this morning—"

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Gaunt roared,

"Just go into the damn house, you'll be much more comfortable there!"

This house had three small rooms, the middle large room serving as both kitchen and living room, and two other doors leading to other rooms. ===== CHAPTER 750 =====