This was the first sound to appear in this silent space, barely audible, yet it was as if a valve had been opened.
However, what followed, besides the crackling and scorching sounds like surging waves,
were piercing screams.
It was as if the flames were burning someone.
Similarly, the nettles also began to twist violently, thick black smoke condensing into grotesque faces that seemed to scream, dissipating into the sky.
Those were hundreds of human souls, emitting extremely shrill and terrifying screams.
Yet, while these sounds were ear-piercing, there was also a genuine sense of relief within them.
"This..."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "These nettles... I never paid attention to them when I came before. They never had any special qualities other than bothering visitors."
Howl withdrew his wand and said calmly, "This is a common technique in array formations: disguising the magic pattern array itself as a creation of the array, to create a 'blind spot' effect!"
"I see."
Howl nodded and took the first step inside.
He wouldn't say that he simply disliked those nettles and wanted to burn them all down.
As for the ghosts, the array, and so on... just a beautiful accident.
However, as soon as he stepped inside, an eerie sense of being watched appeared.
He raised his hand again, and a flame appeared and bloomed in his palm.
However, this flame was only about the size of a lighter's flicker.
"It seems only a small part was broken," Howl said, turning his gaze to the house.
Although the house was dilapidated, it had indeed not been affected by his Starlight just now.
This proved that, at least the house itself, did not possess overly strong spiritual characteristics.
Arriving in front of the mansion, in the middle of the old door, there was a snake that had turned into a dried corpse. Its tail was nailed to the door with a nail, but there were no other wounds on its body.
Howl could even imagine it twisting, being nailed alive to the door, and then the snake writhing there.
Then, he pushed the door.
It didn't budge—
It was at this moment that the snake on the door suddenly stiffly raised its triangular head and hissed.
"What did it say?"
"It said that only those with Gaunt blood could enter. I was thinking earlier that perhaps Harry could try, he speaks Parseltongue and should also be a descendant of the Peverell family."
With that, he took a step back. "It's up to you."
After the incident with the nettles, Dumbledore felt it was better to leave professional matters to professionals.
Then, he heard the snake hiss again.
"Inferior blood... entry forbidden."
Similarly, he also saw Howl raise his fist.
What Howl liked most was to destroy others' schemes with the most violent methods.
Since you want to suppress magic, and then you think others can't open this forbidden door.
Then I will—
The next moment, golden human transmutation runes suddenly appeared all over his arm, and he punched out—
Dust flew everywhere, and birds scattered into the sky.
This explosion must have startled the entire village.
Howl shook his hand, "Not bad, it's heavier than that slap I gave Cerberus on Christmas."
At this moment, the main door had burst open, perhaps due to the special magical structure within the house, the door did not fly out, and even this seemingly dilapidated house did not suffer much damage.
If it were an ordinary house, the force of this punch would not be much different from a full-force house-collapsing spell.
As for the previously squirming dried snake, a soul was now floating above it.
"Thank you," it said very indistinctly.
"Who are you?" Howl looked at him; the translucent face was already blurred beyond recognition.
"Tom Riddle," it said.
?
Howl tilted his head. "You're Riddle?"
"Ah, yes."
With that, the soul shattered inch by inch and rose towards the sky.
Howl turned his head to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was also frozen in place, then slowly said, "This might be... Lord Voldemort's father."
"Alright, alright, worthy of the Gaunt lineage," Howl kept nodding, finding it absurd.
Killing him wasn't enough, his soul was also extracted and made into a doorman...
If there truly was such a thing as merit, he would accumulate an immeasurable amount from this trip alone!
"By the way, what did you mean when you said Harry also has Peverell blood?"
"The three Peverell brothers, the creators of the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore explained, while also subtly displaying the elder wand in his hand, with its regularly scarred surface.
"Is this one of them?" Howl asked.
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, then proactively said, "Want to try it?"
Howl was a little surprised, taking the elder wand. "Aren't you afraid I'll have ulterior motives?"
"Would you?" Dumbledore smiled cunningly.
Howl simply waved it, tried a Flash Charm, then returned the elder wand to Dumbledore.
"So Harry's Invisibility Cloak is one of the three Hallows?"
"Currently, it appears so," Dumbledore said frankly. "When that cloak was in my possession before, I did some simple research; it's not an ordinary Invisibility Cloak made from Demiguise hair."
"So, this elder wand of yours from the Gaunt family, did you get it after Riddle's death, or...?"
"The elder wand in my hand has nothing to do with Riddle. As for the Gaunt family, I suspect they are the inheritors of the Resurrection Stone," Dumbledore said.
As he spoke, the two walked into the house, and a foul stench assaulted them. The house was filthy, and due to the explosion caused by the heavy punch just now, the entire air was filled with the smell of dust.
"The Resurrection Stone? Riddle didn't find this thing? Otherwise, why would he still be fixated on that Horcrux?"
"This also proves that the so-called Resurrection Stone is just a beautiful deception, isn't it?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Alright," Howl nodded. "What about Death?"
"Hmm, you're referring to the plot in The Tales of Beedle the Bard, and I personally lean more towards—the three brothers were the creators of the Deathly Hallows."
"Lean?" Howl turned back, keenly catching Dumbledore's choice of words.
"Yes, this is another conjecture," Dumbledore took a deep breath. "I've discussed this issue with Bathilda Bagshot and Nicolas Flamel.
Unfortunately, there's no historical trace of any alchemical creations by the three brothers other than the Hallows themselves, so..."
With that, he waved his hand. "But no matter what, this conjecture is always more practical than Death or anything else."
"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked in turn.
"Perhaps."
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