Chapter 177: Gaunt's Old House

For the British, a bar is not only a place to drink, but also an important social place. They gather here, chat, watch TV, and enjoy the rare leisure time after busy work.

Therefore, even in remote villages, there must be one or two taverns.

Mike ran a tavern in the village of Little Hangleton. At noon, he was cleaning glasses and chatting with customers.

"I heard that two out-of-towners came yesterday?" asked Pete, a regular customer of the tavern.

"Yeah, the clothes are really weird. Maybe it's the trend in big cities."

Mike blinked, with a mysterious smile on his lips, and said, "Two men, booked a room."

"Oh...that's the kind of relationship they have."

Peter understood, then frowned.

Although in recent years, some public figures have often advocated the acceptance of people with different orientations, and there are rumors that legislation will be introduced to recognize same-sex marriage, in this small rural area, there is still prejudice against this for old people like Pete.

"Do you know where they come from?" Pete asked.

"I didn't ask." Mike shrugged and said, "But the accent sounds a bit like someone from London - they say 'this' as 'dis'."

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Mike gave Pete a wink, and the two of them immediately shut up.

Peter pretended to look at the stairs casually.

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.

Peter snorted in his heart.

But when he saw the person behind him clearly, the wine in his mouth spurted out, and he turned to glare at Mike.

Mike was confused: "What's wrong?"

"That's still a child!" Pete gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said angrily: "He must be traveling with his elders! Damn it, you actually made up a rumor between a child and an adult!"

"What kid? I don't have one."

Mike felt deeply wronged. He looked up and saw the two guests walking down the stairs, and he was stunned.

Peter sighed with disdain.

…

Vader and Lupine walked out of the tavern and looked around.

Last time I came here in a hurry with Dumbledore, barely paying attention to the surrounding environment. 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 bicycles, rushing down the hillside along the road.

A lame old man chased after them waving a cane, shouting angrily at the boys.

Of course he couldn't catch up, and the children laughed wantonly.

"Are we going there?" Lupine asked standing nearby.

"No, of course not."

Vader said: "Voldemort's father once lived there, but we are going in the other direction, where his mother once lived."

The information content of this sentence is a bit large.

Lu Ping 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 while, silently pondering the relationship.

Vader walked out of the village along the path like an ordinary tourist, and then took out a bottle of potion with the label "Water of Life and Death" on it.

This is a very strong sleeping pill.

Wade pointed his wand at the medicine bottle and whispered: "The clouds are lingering."

Under his control, the potion in the bottle mixed with the water vapor in the air, quickly forming a misty mist, which flowed into the village like a tide.

The boys who had just ran down the hill soon felt sleepy. They abandoned their bicycles, found a place on the lawn where the sun didn't shine, took a long yawn, and then fell asleep.

"So, I swear to you, what I saw was really an... adult man in his thirties or forties..."

The bartender Mike, who was defending, saw that Peter was lying on the table drunkenly. He scratched his head in confusion and his eyelids were stubbornly trying to close.

"I'm going to take a nap first..." Mike muttered, lying down and falling asleep as well.

On the hillside, the lame old man, the gardener of Riddle House, couldn't help but rub his eyes. He dropped his crutches, leaned on the sofa, and soon began to snore.

Ten seconds later, the entire Little Hangleton Village became silent. Including the ants on the telephone poles, the mice in the holes, and the big dog guarding the house, they all fell asleep.

Lupine witnessed this scene and was amazed: "No one has ever used magic potion like you... Your weather spell is already very good."

"Thanks to Mr. Scamander." Vader said: "I have benefited a lot from his teachings."

"How long can they sleep if the water of life and death is diluted like this?"

"About two or three hours," Wade said, "enough for us to get the business done without their interference."

The two of them walked along the alternating paths towards the former Gaunt house. Vader introduced the purpose of this trip to Lupine by the way.

"Before... that is, on the day of the Sirius case retrial, Dumbledore once 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 young Muggle in that mansion before she had him."

"His mother's name is Merope Gaunt, a descendant of Slytherin."

"Didn't you say before that I had learned enough of the Fiendfyre theory to try it out?"

"Rather than burning down an unknown cave, I'd rather use the Fiendfyre here."

"Using the Fiendfyre in this dense forest is very dangerous." Lupin said, "If it's not well controlled, it could cause a huge fire."

"Aren't you still here?" Vader smiled slyly and said, "I believe that if my spell gets out of control, you will definitely control it."

Lupin smiled and said, "Of course."

After a pause, he asked again, "By the way, is this the task Dumbledore gave you?"

"No, of course not... This is just my own idea."

How could Vader dare to let Dumbledore notice this place?

He was afraid that history would repeat itself, and the old headmaster still couldn't control his desire for the Resurrection Stone and got his lunch box in advance, so this time travel would probably immediately become difficult or even hell mode.

And with Vader's ability, he didn't think he could forcibly stop the paranoid Dumbledore.

So it's best not to let them get connected.

After walking along the path for quite some time, the two finally saw the small house nestled among the bushes and weeds.

"Are you ready?" Lupin raised his wand and said, "We'd better clean up the surroundings first."