Chapter 399 Resurrection Stone

Uncle Vernon was extremely shocked when he saw Sirius. He didn't understand why this man was walking with Harry. But judging from his attitude, this man was probably a damned wizard.

Uncle Vernon took a deep breath, like a pufferfish, to make himself look a little "bigger".

As he adjusted his clothes and tie to make himself look more presentable, Sirius walked up to him with Harry.

"Mr. Dursley? Hello." Sirius extended his hand to Uncle Vernon. "Thank you for taking care of Harry all these years."

Harry, who was standing behind him, tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

The Dursleys' so-called "care" could be more accurately described as "keeping him alive." But now that Sirius was here, he had no intention of causing any trouble and only wanted to quickly complete Dumbledore's request.

After recuperating in the ancestral home for half a year, Sirius' mental state had been greatly restored, which made him regain his handsome and unrestrained appearance. In addition, his attitude was okay, so Uncle Vernon patiently shook hands with him. Then he retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Who are you?" Uncle Vernon's little eyes were full of doubt.

"I'm Sirius Black, Harry's godfather."

Vernon and Petunia beside him suddenly widened their eyes.

Harry actually has a godfather? How come they didn't know?!

"Wait a minute! You are this kid's godfather? Then, why did he live in my house for more than ten years?" Uncle Vernon could hardly suppress his inner anger.

The trouble that Harry, this burden, has caused him over the past decade or so is beyond the imagination of any normal person.

Sirius had a lot of guilt towards the Dursleys and gratitude for raising Harry, but Vernon Dursley's words and attitude gradually annoyed him, so he responded stiffly: "I was imprisoned in Azkaban Wizard Prison and escaped from it a few days ago."

Although Uncle Vernon didn't know what Azkaban was, he still understood the words prison and escape.

Then his little eyes were immediately filled with fear.

In his eyes, wizards are potential criminals who are freaks in every sense of the word. But the person in front of him turned out to be a criminal among wizards. Doesn't that mean he is a criminal among criminals and a freak among freaks?

He was so frightened that he didn't know what to say, while Harry stood aside happily watching his uncle's fun, with no intention of telling Uncle Vernon that Sirius had actually recovered his innocence.

"You, you!" Uncle Vernon's voice trembled, and beads of shiny sweat appeared on his forehead. He suddenly remembered that there were actually many wizards in the train station now.

"Do you know that there are many wizards here? You are so arrogant..." Uncle Vernon lowered his voice, trying to put pressure on Sirius while not wanting to attract other people's attention.

He was afraid that Sirius would be cornered and take him hostage if he was discovered.

"I know, because I have found a way to get free, and my wanted status has been cancelled." Sirius saw through Vernon's thoughts, so he deliberately changed his words. The words seemed to imply to Vernon that he had revoked the wanted order by improper means.

As expected, Vernon was frightened by Sirius.

Sirius was finally satisfied when he saw Vernon standing there pale and like a deflated ball.

"I came here today to tell you something. Harry is going to move to my house this summer."

Vernon: !!!

These words sounded like the sound of nature to him!

He never expected that this wizard, who was suspected to be a criminal, could bring him such great news.

"So he's moving out of my house?" Uncle Vernon asked impatiently.

It would be great if I could pass on this burden of Harry to the man in front of me!

"Of course not." Remembering what Dumbledore had told him in the letter before, Sirius immediately shattered Uncle Vernon's fantasy.

"Harry will continue to call your house home until he comes of age."

Sirius' words made Vernon feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, but on second thought, Uncle Vernon felt a little better: because Black had said that it would not be until Harry came of age.

Doesn't that mean that once this little bastard grows up, he and I will no longer have anything to do with each other? That doesn't seem bad, I just need to be patient for a few more years and I'll be through.

"All right." Uncle Vernon shrugged and snorted loudly.

"Will he come back this summer?" Penny, who had been standing aside and silent, suddenly asked.

"I don't think so, but he wants to go home with you and have a meal before leaving."

This was undoubtedly good news for the Dursleys. Compared to Harry being away for the entire summer vacation, inviting him to dinner was really not a big deal.

They left King's Cross Station in Uncle Vernon's new car and drove towards Privet Drive in Devonshire.

They will complete Harry's "handover procedures" there.

Les watched the sitcom performed by Harry and his uncle's family with great interest, then said goodbye to the Greengrass family and set off for Hangleton.

For a wizard like him, traveling didn't take too much time, and Les found the town of Hangleton without much effort.

However, as time went by, the town of Hangleton was divided into two villages, Little Hangleton and Big Hangleton. Rice walked towards Little Hangleton instinctively according to his vague memory.

When he reached the end of the tree-lined path and saw the hills not far away, the gray memories in his mind began to gradually become vivid.

Yes, this is the place. After he left Hogwarts, he chose a place like this to hide his identity and live a secluded life.

He was quite wealthy and had acquired a lot of properties. He also adopted a little boy named Gaunt. He did not leave this secluded place until the end of his life.

Before leaving, he took away most of his magic props, but gave all his floating wealth and the fortune he had accumulated over the years to the Gaunt boy.

A series of memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. He stood there for a long time, indulging in the memories of the past, and then walked along a path towards Little Hangleton.

Little Hangleton is a pretty little village, nestled between two steep hills. From a distance, the church and cemetery are clearly visible, and they are not much different from a thousand years ago. A manor stands on the hillside across the valley, surrounded by a large green meadow.

The manor looks quite run-down, but it is not difficult to see that it was once very grand. Rice can even imagine the scene in its heyday: white walls and red tiles, clean windows, and lawns around it spread out like velvet. The manor is located on a hill, overlooking the entire Little Hangleton.

This is Rice's ideal residential address.

'This should be the ancestral home of the Gaunt family. ' He thought so.

From Les's perspective, this conjecture is quite reasonable. After all, the last descendant of the Gaunt family has been imprisoned in Azkaban, so wouldn't the Gaunt family's house be abandoned?

He also didn't expect that the Gaunt family would fall into such a state, because the "legacy" he left behind was quite rich.

Les arrived outside the "Gaunt Ancestral House" and found that it didn't seem to be completely deserted. There was an old gardener taking care of the yard.

The old gardener was working slowly in the flowerbed. But in Les's opinion, everything he did was in vain. Judging from the surrounding environment, the old man could not stop the weeds from spreading around him.

As if noticing Les's gaze, the old gardener turned around and stared at Les.

"What's the matter?" he asked stiffly.

Les wouldn't argue too much with an old man, so he asked the old gardener directly if this was the Gaunt family's house.

"Gaunt?" The old gardener frowned, as if long-forgotten memories were touched, but those memories were so "rusty" that he could not recall them for a while.

"This is not the Gaunt house. This place once belonged to the Riddle family, and then it changed owners several times. Who can tell whose house it is now?" Seeing that Les was not here to cause trouble, the old gardener's attitude became friendlier.

He told Les some old stories in a rambling manner.

Les was not interested in those trivial things. He was only interested in the "Riddle" mentioned by the old gardener.

This uncommon last name reminded him of the young man named Tom Riddle. Of course, he himself liked to be called Voldemort.

"Please tell me more about the Riddle family. By the way, you can call me Henry." Les decided to let the old man in front of him reveal more information to him.

He extended his hand to the old man, and the old gardener hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his calloused hand and shook hands with him.

"I'm Frank, the gardener here." Frank took a look at the garden that he had half-tied up and decided to go to another place to chat with "Henry" slowly.

He invited Rice to his home, a shabby cottage next to the Riddle House.

"The story begins when I was young..." Frank talked on and on for more than an hour before he explained the whole story to Les.

Frank participated in World War II when he was young. At the beginning of the war, he lost one leg and became a cripple. But it was a blessing in disguise, he didn't have to stay in the army to fight the Germans.

After leaving the army, he found a job as a gardener in the village of Little Hangleton and lived a quiet life without much social interaction - until the Riddle family suddenly died in a strange way. Frank, who had the key to the back door of the house, became the biggest suspect, but was acquitted because there was not enough evidence.

When Les learned that the Riddle family had not been harmed by poison, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor had they been suffocated to death, he immediately understood who was behind it.

This family died under the Killing Curse, and Voldemort is a strong suspect.

Recalling the identity that Voldemort had told him in the secret room, Les felt as if he had figured out the truth of the matter.

"Have you heard of Tom Riddle?" Les asked. He made a quick estimate of his age and added, "Maybe he's the son or grandson of this family."

The old gardener nodded, then told Les that Tom Riddle was one of the dead.

Les:?

Then he realized that the deceased was most likely Voldemort's biological father.

"Actually, on the day of the incident, I saw a boy I didn't know. The boy had black hair and a pale face. He was about your age," Frank said.

"The dead Tom Riddle you mentioned, he should have a child, right?"

Frank shook his head, but hesitated because he vaguely remembered hearing about Tom's little "affair" before.

"He may have an illegitimate child..." Frank slowly told Les the story of how old Tom Riddle abandoned his fiancée and eloped with a crazy woman.

"That's right!" Frank slapped his thigh. "That crazy woman's surname is Gaunt! Not long after she eloped with Riddle, Riddle came back alone, but she disappeared, and no one wanted to take care of her."

Les nodded, and all the clues were connected.

The daughter of the Gaunt family eloped with Tom Riddle Sr. and gave birth to Tom Riddle Jr., who was Voldemort.

When Voldemort grew up, he managed to figure out his identity. In a rage, he killed his father's family and put the blame on the Gaunt family who settled in the area.

After uncovering all of Voldemort's secrets, Les said goodbye to the old gardener and started looking for the Gaunt family in the direction Frank had pointed out.

To be honest, it's not easy to find because Voldemort seems to have hidden the Gaunt house with a spell.

But when Rice increased his attention and observed carefully, nothing could escape his notice.

"What an exquisite spell, it still works just as well as it did decades later." Les stood in front of a patch of unkempt bushes, marveling at Voldemort's "masterpiece."

In his opinion, Tom Riddle's magical attainments were indeed quite good.

But in front of him, I still feel a little immature.

Les waved his wand and easily broke the spells left by Voldemort.

A small hut covered with vines appeared before him.

Rice took two steps forward and heard a crisp sound under his feet. He looked down and saw the remains of a snake.

It seems that the descendants of the Gaunt family are convinced that they are descendants of Slytherin.

Les walked into the almost collapsed hut, walked around the rotten floor twice, and then locked onto a position.

He broke open the floor, and a box made of gold came out.

Driven by magic, the protective spell on the box also dissipated. The lid popped open, and a gold ring inlaid with a black gem appeared before his eyes.

A unique symbol is engraved on the black gemstone.

Looking at the pattern composed of triangles, vertical lines and inscribed circles, Rice narrowed his eyes: he felt as if he had accidentally found the Resurrection Stone, which was suspected to be one of the Three Deathly Hallows.

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Update, here it is! Good night~