Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

The sky in late spring was clear and cloudless, and the sun brought warmth to the earth. But none of this was felt in the woods outside Little Hangleton, where the old trees cast a cool, dark, thick shadow. Ryan, who was standing in the woods, shivered involuntarily.

"Don't be nervous, you should trust me and Professor Moody," Dumbledore said softly.

"It's alright, I just suddenly felt a little cold when I entered the shady place. By the way, professor, what exactly is this place?"

"This is the old house of the Gaunt family. They claim to be the direct descendants of Slytherin. Voldemort's mother was born here, and his so-called Slytherin blood also comes from this family." Dumbledore explained.

"Descendants of Slytherin? But this—" Ryan pointed to the shack in front of him and said in disbelief. After all, knowing is one thing, and seeing it with his own eyes is another. Looking at the shack in front of him, he couldn't really associate this with Slytherin's name.

"But that's what it is," Dumbledore said slowly. "The Gaunts are a very old wizarding family, known for being restless and violent, a character trait that is more pronounced from generation to generation due to their habit of marrying close relatives. Their lack of reason, coupled with their particular fondness for pompous pomp, So, generations before Voldemort's grandfather, the family's wealth was squandered, and it ended up being reduced to this point."

This proves that whether there is magic or not, the problem of consanguineous marriages has emerged, but in the case of magic, these problems are exposed more slowly.

"Okay, let's clear this place first, Ryan, you can see if there is anything unusual." After speaking, Professor Dumbledore began to wave his wand to clear the collapsed roof. And Ryan took out his portable alchemy array and a lot of bottles and jars to look for traces of the surrounding magic. Professor Moody clenched his wand and stared vigilantly around after glancing at the two.

After a few drops of blood and a pinch of mixed powder were placed on the alchemy array, blue-white flames ignited on the six corners of the hexagram on the alchemy array. In the sound of Ryan's spell chanting, these flames began to move quickly along the runes and lines on the alchemy formation. Finally, a flame was lit on the entire alchemy array.

The materials in the center of the alchemy array slowly floated in mid-air during the operation of the flames, and mixed with each other under the command of Ryan's gestures. In the end, it turned into a cloud of green-looking powder.

"Anyone who walks will leave traces." Ryan recited this incantation in the ancient Latin language. The voice fell, and a gust of wind suddenly appeared, blowing all the powder on the alchemy table to the direction of the room that Professor Dumbledore had just cleaned out. .

Soon, the whole house was enveloped in a fluorescent green powder. These powders slowly settled down over time, and finally all fell to the ground.

"That's enough," Ryan said to the two professors waiting on the side. Professor Dumbledore smiled and walked directly into the ruins of Gaunt's house. Moody, leaning against the door of the ruined building, watched his surroundings vigilantly.

When Ryan stepped into the door, Moody whispered beside him, "I read that right, you did a great job."

Most of the powder in the room has completely disappeared, but there are five or six places that show bright green light instead. This means that these places have magical responses, so there are fewer places to search.

Everyone searched the past one by one according to the size of the magic reaction, and every place with a magic reaction could dig something out. However, the Gaunt family has indeed fallen, and the things dug up are all broken gadgets, worthless.

"Okay, let's see what this is." Dumbledore came to the place where the reaction was the weakest: behind the decorative slate above the fireplace. After cleaning the dust off the decorative slate, they could see the roughness of the slate. carved with a snake.

"The badge of the Gaunt family? This place is quite in line with Voldemort's character. He must have a sense of ceremony when placing these things.

It won't be thrown around casually. ' Professor Dumbledore said as he waved his wand and removed the slate.

The strange thing is that there is nothing behind the slate, just a whole stone. But there is a rectangular green spot on the stone.

"Ah, it's an illusion." Before Ryan could do anything, Dumbledore shouted and broke the mechanism. After waving his wand a few times and no response, his wand exuded a layer of silver-white light.

Under the light, a groove appeared in the stone. A golden box was placed in the groove. However, on the mouth of the groove, many green runes emerged.

"Repel harmful magical creatures, prevent fire and weather, reinforce, and curse to counterattack—" Watching Rune Professor Dumbledore report the functions of those runes one by one. Ryan watched carefully how Dumbledore recognized and destroyed these things.

"Okay." Professor Dumbledore reached out and took out the golden box from the top of the table. It turned out that he avoided the place where the magic was most concentrated in the gap, and after destroying the magic on the stone, he made a hole in the side and took out the box.

Seeing that Professor Dumbledore was going to open the lid of the box right here, Ryan quickly stepped forward to stop it: "Professor, we have all the things in no hurry. Wouldn't it be better to go back to the office and deal with it?"

"Indeed, I'm a little impatient." Dumbledore stopped his hand reaching for the box, took a dragonskin pocket from his arms and threw the box in. Lane could feel that the pocket was made of real dragon skin, not the dragonhide gloves made by dragon-veined creatures that were listed on the student's list every year.

The accumulation of a hundred years of wizards should not be underestimated, whether it is knowledge or wealth. It seems that the estimate of the true strength of that pure-blood vote needs to be adjusted higher. Maybe there are a few ancestors in the basement of each of those families who are ready to open their coffins at any time.

After confirming that there was nothing missing in the room, the three returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts on the Phoenix Express again.

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In Professor Dumbledore's headmaster's office, three people gathered around the table looking at the golden box on the table.

"I've checked the box and there's nothing wrong with it, then I'll open the box." After speaking, Dumbledore reached out to the gold box again, but was still stopped by Ryan.

"Professor Dumbledore, this golden box was made by goblins, and the special materials and techniques cut off all our investigative methods. What if there is a curse on something like that inside? Especially you said that that person is good at deceiving people, even if The mechanism inside can only control you for a few seconds, and the consequences are unimaginable. So I want to let me open this box, so that even if there is any mechanism, you can easily control me. "

"I'm not old enough to need an underage child to protect me from danger." Moody also stood up after hearing this. "Let me come. Ryan, you are too young, and some curses may kill you in an instant. I think I can bear it for a while in this situation, and if something happens, Albus can control me to avoid going out. Danger."

Finally, Professor Moody took over the task of opening the box. Ryan stood behind Dumbledore and watched him warily.