Chapter 177
Gaunt’s Old House
Chapter 177 Gaunt’s Old House
For the British, bars are not just a place to drink, but also an important social place where they gather, chat, watch TV and enjoy their rare leisure time after a busy day.
Therefore, even in a remote small village, there will always be one or two taverns.
Mike runs a pub in Little Hangleton Village. At noon, he was cleaning glasses and chatting with customers.
"I heard that two outsiders came yesterday?" asked Pete, a regular customer of the tavern.
"Yes, the way she dresses is really odd. Perhaps it's a trend in big cities."
Mike blinked, with a mysterious smile on his face, and said, "Two men, booked a room."
"Oh...they are that kind of relationship."
Pete understood, then frowned.
Although in recent years there have been some public figures advocating for acceptance of people with different orientations, and there have been rumors that legislation will be passed to recognize same-sex marriage, in this small village, for old people like Pete, there is still prejudice against this.
"Do you know where they came from?" Pete asked.
"I didn't ask." Mike shrugged. "But from the accent, it sounds a bit like London - they say 'dis' instead of 'this'."
There were footsteps on the stairs, Mike gave Pete a look, and they both shut up immediately.
Pete pretended to look casually towards the stairs.
The first is a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing a fitted dark suit and an open robe. Although his appearance is not outstanding, he has an easy-going and tough temperament.
Pete snorted in his heart.
But when he saw the person behind him clearly, the wine in his mouth sprayed out and he turned around and glared at Mike.
Mike wondered, "What's wrong?"
"He's still a child!" Pete gritted his teeth and said in a low voice angrily, "He must be traveling with his elders! Damn it, you actually made up a rumor about a child and an adult!"
"What child? I don't have any."
Mike felt deeply wronged. He looked up and saw the two guests coming down from upstairs, and was stunned.
Pete made a contemptuous sound.
……
Vader and Lupin walked out of the tavern and looked around.
He had been here with Dumbledore last time and had hardly paid attention to his surroundings. Standing on the broad road in the village, he could clearly see a large, imposing but desolate house on a nearby hillside.
Two boys were riding their bicycles, rushing down the hillside along the road.
A lame old man chased after them, waving a cane and shouting angrily at the boys.
Of course he couldn't catch up, and the children laughed wildly.
"Are we going there?" Lupin asked, standing nearby.
"No, of course not."
Wade said: "Voldemort's father once lived there, but we are going in the other direction, which is where his mother once lived."
This sentence contains a lot of information.
Lupin had known nothing about this before, and when he suddenly heard it, he thought there was something wrong with his ears.
He was silent for a long time, silently pondering the relationship here.
Like an ordinary tourist, Vader walked out of the village along the path and took out a bottle of potion labeled "Water of Life and Death". This is a very strong sleeping potion.
Wade pointed his wand at the bottle and whispered, "Misty."
Under his manipulation, the potion in the bottle mixed with the water vapor in the air and quickly formed a misty fog, which surged into the village like a tide.
The boys who had just run down the hill soon felt sleepy. They left their bicycles, found a place on the lawn where the sun didn't shine, yawned deeply, and then fell asleep.
"So, I swear to you, what I saw was really a...adult man in his thirties or forties..."
Mike, the bartender who was explaining the situation, saw Pete drunk and slumped over the table. He scratched his head in confusion, his eyelids trying stubbornly to glue themselves shut.
"I'll take a nap first..." Mike muttered, and fell asleep too.
On the hillside, the gardener of the Riddle Mansion, the lame old man, couldn't help rubbing his eyes. He dropped his crutches, leaned on the sofa, and soon began to snore.
Ten seconds later, the whole village of Little Hangleton became quiet, including the ants on the electric poles, the mice in the holes, and the big dogs guarding the house, all fell asleep.
Lupin witnessed this scene and was amazed: "No one has ever used potions like you... Your weather spell is already very good."
"Thanks to Mr. Scamander." Wade said, "I have benefited a lot from his teachings."
"How long can the water of life and death, diluted like this, keep them asleep?"
"About two or three hours," Wade said, "enough for us to get our work done without being disturbed by them."
The two walked along the alternating paths towards the former Gaunt House, and Wade explained the purpose of the trip to Lupin.
"Before... on the day when Sirius's case was retried, Dumbledore brought me here. He showed me the trajectory of Voldemort's life."
"Both his parents were born near this village. Voldemort's mother used a love potion to control a Muggle youth in the mansion, and then he was born."
"His mother's name is Merope Gaunt, and she's a descendant of Slytherin."
"Didn't you say before that I had learned the Fiery Flame theory sufficiently and could try to put it into practice?"
"Rather than burning down an unknown cave, I would rather use the Fiendfyre here."
"It's very dangerous to use Fiendfyre in a dense forest like this," Lupin said. "If it's not properly controlled, it could cause a huge fire."
"You are still here, aren't you?" Wade smiled slyly and said, "I believe that if my spell gets out of control, you will definitely be able to control it."
Lupin smiled and said, "Of course."
After a pause, he asked again: "By the way, is this the task assigned to you by Dumbledore?"
"No, of course not...it's just my own opinion."
How dare Wade let Dumbledore notice this place?
He was afraid that history would repeat itself, and the old principal could not control his desire for the resurrection stone and died early. Then this time travel would probably immediately become difficult or even hell mode.
And with Wade's ability, he didn't think he could forcibly stop the paranoid Dumbledore.
So it’s best not to let them get associated.
After walking along the path for a while, the two finally saw the small house nestled among the bushes and weeds.
"Are you ready?" Lupin said, raising his wand. "We'd better clear the area first."
(End of this chapter)