When Harry suddenly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the school hospital.

The members of the Gryffindor House Quidditch had changed into clean robes and surrounded him by the bed.

Harry twisted his neck uncomfortably, and looking at everyone's eyes, it seemed that he was about to die, and they were all waiting to see him off before going to dinner.

Especially Ron, holding a handful of white chrysanthemums in his arms, and a black and white photo... What does it mean?

"Harry!" Fred turned pale. "How do you feel now?"

Harry shook his head, and the memory came back quickly: Black Dog... Autumn and the Golden Snitch... Dementors... William and Riddle...

"What happened?" he couldn't help asking.

"You fell," said George, "about forty meters."

"What about the game," Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Did Cho catch the Snitch?"

"No, Qiu didn't catch the Golden Snitch." Angelina shook her head.

"Autumn is less than five meters away from the Golden Snitch, but she gave up and chose to save you."

"She dived directly from a height of tens of meters." Fred said with admiration.

"You were in a coma and didn't see that scene... Everyone was terrified, thinking she was going to fall to her death..."

"Where is Na Qiu now? Is she injured?" Harry straightened up in a moved voice and said loudly.

Harry looked around, not seeing her on the next hospital bed.

"Qiu is fine. Her skills are very good. She caught you when she was only a few meters from the ground." George explained quickly.

"Cedric also rushed over in time and cast a slowing spell."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, both happy and a little disappointed.

The happy thing is that Qiu is all right, the sad thing is that Qiu is all right.

It would be great if Qiu could accompany him to the hospital.

The two happened to be on the adjacent bed, and during the long night, when they had no intention of sleeping, they could discuss the ten ways to play Quidditch.

"What about the end of the game?" Harry asked again with concern.

"William is very personable. He proposed to rematch, but Professor McGonagall refused." Arya was like a little fan girl.

Previously, William's reputation was not good. Many rumors said that he was a scumbag and liked to play with girls' feelings.

But after the morning game, especially when he used the Patronus Charm... so handsome!

Scumbags are scumbags.

Arya joined the 'Stark Support Group' at noon, ready to be a member of the Disciplinary Committee to clear out the heretics who spoke ill of him.

Fred poured Harry a glass of water and continued: "I also think Professor McGonagall should say no.

Akimoto could have caught the Snitch, but she gave up. "

"And even according to the rules, we should continue to compete.

But Ravenclaw has overtaken us by seventy points, and without you catching the Snitch, we would have lost this game.

After all, Ravenclaw has the best Chaser ever at Hogwarts... William! "

"That's right." George nodded, "Ravenclaw won fairly and aboveboard... conceded defeat, or we took advantage, even Wood admitted this."

"Where's Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.

"It's still raining," said Fred. "He's probably going to drown himself."

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with both hands.

Fred grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook it roughly. "Well, Harry, nobody wins all the time, and Ravenclaw is no exception."

"Yeah, it's not over yet," Fred said, "We lost seventy, right? So, if Ravenclaw loses to Hufflepuff and we beat Slytherin and Hufflepuff Chipachi..."

"Ravenclaw should lose at least two percent."

George stopped talking.

too difficult!

"By the way, where's William?" Harry asked suddenly, looking up.

Harry couldn't wait to find William and discuss how to deal with the Dementors.

Also, why did he always see the scene of William and Riddle fighting in the back room.

Harry wondered what Voldemort had done to him.

But everyone was silent.

"What's wrong?"

"William and Dumbledore wiped out all the Dementors that entered Hogwarts.

Minister Fudge came at noon, and just as he was eating, he looked somber and seemed very unhappy. "

"After dinner, William and the principal left the school," Fred said.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players were taken aback.

"They won't go to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation, will they?" Arya looked worried.

"Kill so many dementors at once, that's Azkaban's guard."

Everyone looked at Hermione.

Hermione's face flushed, she shook her head and lied, "I don't know either..."

Hermione was a little absent-minded.

Horcrux... She also wanted to go with it.

...

...

On a country road, two figures suddenly appeared.

On either side of the road were tall, tangled bushes and hedges, and overhead the autumn sky, clear and blue as forget-me-nots.

William looked up and found that in the thorn bush on the left side of the path, a wooden signpost with two opposite directional arrows was sticking out:

Greater Hangleton, 5 miles.

Little Hangleton, 1 mi.

They were walking towards Little Hangleton.

"Is the old Gaunt house here?" William asked.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "a very remote place where the Gaunts have lived for many years."

"Professor, why did Voldemort put the Horcrux in the Gaunt House?"

"There are some memories I'm still looking for, but I can still tell you what I've deduced," Dumbledore said.

"Tom's full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Marvolo?" William asked in a trance. "I checked the lineage of the Gaunt family, and there was a man named Marvolo Gaunt."

"Yes, that's Voldemort's grandfather." Dumbledore nodded.

No wonder Voldemort can speak Parseltongue and open the Chamber of Secrets. It turns out that he is a descendant of Slytherin.

The two walked along the road for a while, and soon came to a valley.

A village could be seen in the valley, and it was undoubtedly Little Hangleton.

The church and the cemetery are clearly visible, and on the hillside opposite the valley, there is a grand mansion surrounded by green grass.

Dumbledore looked at the house and said softly, "That's Tom's father's old Tom Riddle's home."

"Is his father a wizard too?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Old Tom was just a Muggle."

William was stunned.

Voldemort's mother was pureblood and his father was Muggle...he was an avid pureblood advocate?

Those Death Eaters, if they knew that their master's father was a Muggle... I don't know how they would feel.

Led by Dumbledore, the two did not walk towards Little Hangleton, but turned the path to the right and entered a narrower intersection.

"William, here we are, this is Gaunt's old house." Dumbledore said calmly.

William looked up and saw a dilapidated house at the end of the road:

The walls are covered with moss~lightnovelpub.net~ Many tiles on the roof have fallen off, and rafters are exposed in many places.

All around the house were thick nettles, tall nettles up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.

On the front door of the house, there is a doorknob of unknown material.

It was an ouroboros,

There was a strange light in its eyes.

...

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