Chapter 1044 The clue that popped out

  Death Swamp is located in a valley. It looks like an entire expanse of water, but it is actually a large net connected by countless ponds, soft mud pools, and crisscross paths. The swamps were filled with black and foul-smelling mud ponds, and they steamed up a sickly thick mist, and there were thick dark clouds in the sky all year round.

There are iron-blue weeds and large reeds, inhabiting snakes and insects, but there are no birds. A stone Roman-style bunker is located on the edge of the swamp, not far from the exit of the valley, even after passing by It is still standing in the wind and sun for many years, and there is a concrete road outside the valley. It seems that sometimes Muggles walking dogs and running will pass by here.

   "He shouldn't have told them that they can rest for two more days." Hermione held her wand and followed Harry. The ground was full of water and moss. If it was wet and slippery, she would fall.

  "Maybe the werewolves don’t mess with football matches, but also baseball and horse racing..."

   "You don't understand, Hermione." Ron interrupted her chattering. "They did this as a battle, and the werewolves want to fight us."

   "Do you think so too, Harry?" Hermione looked at Harry and said.

   "I don't know." Harry held up his wand and looked around in the corridor of the black hole "but I think I am the only person here who wants to find a clue about Voldemort."

   "I have looked for this place, there is nothing in it," Ron explained.

   "If he really stayed here for a while, there will always be a reason." Harry said, "The last time he went to Albania, it was because Ravenclaw's crown was there."

   "Do you think there is something he is hiding here?" Hermione asked.

   "I don't know. That's why we are here, isn't it?" Harry said irritably.

   "With those poisonous snakes in such a dangerous place, I think you must be crazy." Ron grinned and looked around carefully, as if he was afraid that a former Death Eater would suddenly appear and attack the three of them.

   "Don't worry, they won't." Hermione comforted.

"how do you know?"

   "They still want to return to the Ministry of Magic, so they dare not mess around."

   "You provoke them like that just now, they all endured it, Ron." Harry said back.

  The castle itself is not big, and with so many people, it was quickly searched. They found nothing except a graffiti-like wings and the word "revenge". It seemed that this was just where he passed by.

   "He is heading north." Hermione said, "From Malfoy Manor to Death Marsh, this road goes north."

   "So... he wants to go back to Hogwarts again?" Ron asked with a pale face.

   "I don't know." Harry said in a deep voice, "Let's go out, there is nothing to check inside."

   "I told you..." Ron wanted to say something, but Hermione pulled his sleeve and closed his mouth.

No one can strangle himself, but Pete Perdiro did it. His corpse was discovered by those who cleaned the battlefield by his fake silver hand, and then disappeared. No one noticed at first, thinking It was moved and buried by other people.

  When Harry came to the gate of the castle, Zabini was carrying his hands on his back, looking at the bleak scenery of the death swamp. He looked like a big man now.

  "Why don't you search inside?" Ron asked, looking at Zabini's back.

  "Leaders don't need to do such trivial things." Zabini said cheerfully.

   "With Malfoy, it's not your turn to be the leader." Ron said sarcastically, "Where did that little boy go?"

   "Even if I know it, it doesn't matter to you, Ron Weasley." Zabini said sinisterly.

   "We are going to the north of the swamp to continue searching, are you going?" Harry asked.

  Zabini glanced at the muddy road in the swamp, his facial features were wrinkled.

  "Can you tell me why this swamp is called the swamp of death?" Hermione asked, "I know that there is a secret that has been passed down from generation to generation between you pure blood."

   "Tell you what is good for me?" Zabini asked.

   "No." Hermione frowned and answered Zabini's question, "We are now in a cooperative relationship, and exchanging information is a necessary foundation."

   "You heard what she said." Harry said to Zabini, "What's the problem with this swamp?"

Zabini paced slowly, seeming to be weighing the gains and losses, and finally he said, "You know, Azkaban was built in the 15th century and became the British wizarding prison since 1718, but as early as the Giants War, The dementors already exist..."

   "I know it was made by a dark wizard." Ron shouted again.

"No, Excites just discovered a way to make dementors. The earliest dementors were'naturally generated'. They appeared in the darkest and most filthy places, living in decay and despair, just like A place like the death swamp." Zabini looked around and said, "Do you know how desperate it is to be in a swamp and watch yourself sink a little bit?"

   "You mean, the first dementor was a person who fell into a swamp?" Hermione asked.

"It's a Muggle. When a wizard encounters a swamp, we won't be as desperate and wait to die as they are. We have a way." Zabini looked at Ron "Almost forgot, there are wizards like you, I heard you haven't learned Apparition."

   "So Extis attracted Muggle sailors to the island." Harry murmured.

   "What are they doing here? There is nothing here!" Hermione asked.

  "Treasure, it is said that somewhere in this swamp lives a dragon, and it has many treasures."

   "This is nonsense." Ron said with an unhappy face.

  Zabini sneered indifferently.

   "Let's go." Harry said to Ron and Hermione.

   "Wait, you two, follow them." Zabini said to the two men standing in the distance.

   "No need." Ron said coldly.

   "We have to protect your safety, so as not to let others say that we have no plans."

  Harry didn’t say anything in the end, and walked north in the direction of the swamp. It didn’t take long for there to be no solid dirt roads, only soft mud.

   "I really regret not bringing the flying broomstick." Ron walked deep in the mud.

  "If we were riding a broomstick, maybe we would miss something." Hermione said, "How can a zombie take such a difficult path!"

   "Shhh." Harry motioned to Hermione to silence, the two Zabini sent following them, looking at the mud on the boots with disgust, seemingly unaware of their conversation.

   "Aren't we telling them?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

   "Kingsley said that Horcruxes are top secret." Harry said guardedly, "Go, we have to search this place before dark."

  After speaking, he turned around and continued to trek in the swamp.

  "Extend your hand, Wormtail."

In the cemetery of   Riddle's house, Voldemort, who had regained his body, said to Pete Perdiro, who had broken a hand.

   "Thank you, master..." Wormtail said, raising her severed hand.

   "The other hand!" Voldemort said coldly.

   Wormtail was trembling in horror and raised his hand.

  Voldemort pointed his wand at the dark mark on Wormtail's arm. Soon, several dark figures flew in the sky.

  Harry raised his head subconsciously, and a black cloth-like figure flashed occasionally in the lead-gray cloud, looking a bit like a dementor.

  He raised his wand, trying to call his patron saint.

  But all he heard in his ears were screams, screams of women, screams of men, screams of Muggles, and screams of Death Eaters.

  Those Death Eaters who came to the question were tortured and rolled all over by Voldemort, Wormtail kept shrinking to the side.

   "You came back to see me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of old friends. You deserve this pain, Wormtail, you know, don't you?" Voldemort asked when the evil breath came out.

   "Yes, master," Wormtail groaned, "please, master...please."

   "But you helped me get back into my body," Voldemort said coldly: "Although you are unfaithful and worthless, you have helped me... The Dark Lord Voldemort will repay those who helped him."

  Voldemort raised the short wand again and spun it in the air.

  A silver light flashed at the place where the wand was swung, and suddenly it lost its shape and twisted, forming a replica of a shining human hand.

  It lived like a moon, and suddenly it swooped down and installed it on Wormtail’s bleeding wrist.

  Wormtail’s crying stopped suddenly.

  His breathing is harsh and jagged.

  He raised his head and looked at the silver hand, almost unable to believe it-it was connected to his arm smoothly, as if wearing a dazzling glove.

   "Harry!" Hermione yelled, pulling Harry's thoughts back.

  He turned his head and looked over and found Ron kneeling on the ground, and an animal was quickly sliding across the surface of the swamp.

  Harry ran over to check Ron. His legs were cut and blood kept flowing. Two people in the distance rushed over.

   "Do you have white moss?" Hermione asked.

  One of them took out a medicine bottle. Hermione put the silver powder on Ron's leg, but the wound did not heal.

   "Did you see what that is?" Harry asked Hermione.

   "I don't know, it might be a swamp digger." Hermione said.

   "I never heard that swamp digging can create black magic wounds."

   "They feed on adult mandela grass." Another man in black said.

   "But, Mandrake likes dry soil." Hermione said.

   "It's also possible that someone breeds in the swamp."

   "You are here, take care of Ron." Harry said to everyone.

"where are you going?"

   "Go find that swamp digger!" Harry said loudly.

   "Two people are enough here, follow along!"

  One of the two men in black left with Harry, and the one left behind healed Ron's wounds with Hermione, but this had little effect, and Ron was already talking nonsense.

   "Let's take him to St. Mungo." The man in black said, pulling Hermione to prepare to Apparate.

   "What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

   "There is an Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse here." The man in black looked around anxiously, "You stay here, I'll be back soon!"

  After speaking, he ran back to the original road, and soon disappeared into the fog.

  　Ron said in the cursed child that his leg was guilty, and it hurts so much that he can even write a song

In addition, the spelling of Swamp Digger is very similar to that of Dementor. Ron wrote a paper for Snape. The error correction ability of the quill went wrong. He wrote the essay about Swamp Digger as the essay about Dementor, eh... I think Snape will let him taste what the real fear is.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)