Compared with Little Hangleton, Big Hangleton has a more modern city feel.

There were more pedestrians, and they cast puzzled looks at the two guys, one young and one old, who were performing performance art in the snow.

Dressed weirdly and riding a motorcycle.

However, these people did not do anything too radical. In recent years, there are always some guys who claim to be "avant-garde artists" and behave in a weird way, which is much more bizarre than wearing robes and riding motorcycles for walks in the snow.

Wizards like to build their homes in remote and desolate corners.

Gaunt House is no exception.

However, unlike ordinary mansions protected by magic, this one, like the Riddle old house, was lonely and rooted in a deserted mountain road. It was even worse than the Riddle old house - at least someone still took care of it, but no one cared about this old house.

The weeds were overgrown, and the accumulated snow crushed the roofs, leaving them dented in one place after another.

As the hat carried them up carefully, they felt that the dilapidated shed was emitting a wave of magical power, ancient but faint. Harry glanced around and quickly determined the source of the magic - it came from the door of the shed.

This is the only piece of furnishing that doesn't fit in with the shed. Wind, rain, and time have never damaged it. The oak door is still sturdy, guarding this drafty house.

Nailed to the door is a dead snake, the core of the magic.

Harry examined the traces of snow as he had done in front of the Riddle house.

"There were quite a few signs of human activity here before the snow started." Harry looked at the last few layers of the destroyed structure, "but the snow is so thick that the traces have been heavily contaminated. It's hard to tell when they were made."

“After the snow, there were no signs of activity.”

Dumbledore nodded but said nothing, raising his wand towards the door.

The dead snake struggled and twisted, hissing and roaring from its mouth, but the sound was empty and meaningless, just wailing.

A moment later, the dead snake turned into ashes and fell to the ground along with a pool of black mud with a foul smell.

"A very new curse." Dumbledore concluded. "It was cast about two months ago, and it is very weak. It can't even cover up the traces. It is the extent to which the Aurors would step into the trap."

Harry nodded in agreement. "That was pretty clumsy."

He waved his wand, and the dead weeds in the courtyard pierced through the thick snow and jumped out, transforming into a large withered hand, pushing the door open -

A spell shot out from the room.

It crashed into the giant hand created by Transfiguration, and with a loud bang, it exploded and flew into pieces.

"It seems that the master doesn't welcome us very much." Harry raised his eyebrows and blew a whistle.

"We didn't receive an invitation." Dumbledore shook his head and walked in first without hesitation.

Like poking a wand's nest.

Various magic traps were triggered one after another, and spells of different colors shot out.

The scene was extremely grand - but it was just a scene.

Dumbledore lazily raised his finger and tapped it lightly in front of him. Without even uttering the spell "Stop Curse", all the evil magic that had gathered dissipated.

This level of pain is not a big deal, not to mention Dumbledore, even Harry can handle it easily.

"There's really no need to use magic to protect this kind of house." Harry looked over. In the eyes of a witcher, there was not much difference between the inside of the house and the outside. The wind and snow had eroded it mercilessly, and most of the traces were covered by snow.

They moved forward.

There are new magic traps almost every step you take.

By the time they reached the staircase to the second floor, they had dealt with countless feeble attacks—thirty, maybe forty?

The traps on the second floor are not as dense as those on the first floor.

But it finally became dangerous. A trap or a spell suddenly appeared, all of which were profound curses emitting extremely dangerous and evil auras.

Dumbledore was a man of great foresight. He faced everything calmly and intercepted all the spells.

Harry followed closely behind him, figuring in his head that if he was alone, he could handle all the traps on the first floor, but there would probably be two or three on the second floor that he couldn't avoid, and he would have to rely on the Quin Sign to get through them.

He had to take back what he had said before.

Even Voldemort in a weak state is not something Ron can deal with now. At least a professor, such as Hagrid or Professor Lupin, will be needed.

Slowly approach the master bedroom.

"He wasted so much energy." Harry turned around and looked at the corridor that had been destroyed by the spell and became even more dilapidated, "Just to make you less bored?"

"If it weren't for us, it wouldn't be so easy for others to break in." Dumbledore shook his head.

He waved his wand, tapping it lightly.

The door of the master bedroom opened, and the dilapidated wooden door trembled as it was pushed inside, making a miserable, long "creak" sound.

No spells were cast.

Dumbledore walked in first as usual, and Harry followed closely behind.

When I reached the center of the bedroom, there was still no trap.

Harry carefully surveyed the surroundings. "The traces of the stroller and cradle are still there, but there are many more footprints."

"Hmm...looking at the footprints, there are two men and a lady."

"The lady seemed to have a distant relationship with them and stayed in the corner. The two men had a good relationship and their footprints were very close to each other."

At this point, Harry raised his head and looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly: "Wizards can make men have children?"

Dumbledore was stunned. He pursed his lips and said, "Generally speaking, it's not possible."

"So there is a way?" Harry lowered his head and continued to check other corners. "Wizards' magic is really amazing."

Dumbledore nodded and said with a sigh: "Magic can solve all problems, except the resurrection of the dead."

There was a flicker in Harry's eyes.

Everything is fine with the demon hunters, except for one problem: fertility.

If possible, he also hopes to have a child after he grows up and starts a family. He wants to experience something he has never had, even if he will become the giver in the future.

He had thought about it often in the days since that night at the Yule Ball.

Now it seems that I was a little too worried.

Yes, even men and men can give birth to children, let alone a man and a woman - think about Hagrid, he can even make two creatures of completely different species and without any common characteristics give birth to children.

What's more, although I am a freak demon hunter, I still have something in common with humans.

Um……

I have to study this kind of magic when I return.

Dumbledore stroked his chin thoughtfully: "So you suspect that Tom had a child with a man?"

"He is your student, after all," Harry said simply, stirring the mattress.

It was exactly the same as the one at Riddle House, except for the signs that the baby had slept there.

"I have many students." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry walked towards the wardrobe: "But he is the most special..."

He stopped talking abruptly.

In the closet, a small ring was placed in the center.

A passage in the letter emerged from his mind: "stop him from wearing the ring". Harry had always been puzzled as to why the "ring" appeared in this matter, and now the ring was finally exposed before his eyes.

The ring body is gilded and inlaid with a black gem.

"Harry?" Dumbledore noticed his abnormality, walked over quickly, and was about to pat Harry's shoulder, but his eyes were attracted by the things in the cabinet first.

Gold ring with black gemstone.

This kind of thing might be extremely valuable to ordinary people, but it was not worth mentioning to either Harry or Dumbledore. They had long passed the stage in life where they pursued external material things too much - Harry was not short of money, and Dumbledore had no other desires.

But this ring firmly attracted their attention.

The deep, dark gemstone reflected their eyes, amber and blue mixed with gold, like a kaleidoscope.

"The Resurrection Stone." Dumbledore murmured, his voice a little distorted.

"Resurrection Stone?" Harry suppressed his inner throbbing and asked.

Dumbledore's voice became more distorted: "One of the three legendary Hallows, which has the power to resurrect the dead."

And at the moment when he finished saying this.

An extremely bewitching voice came to Harry's ears.

"Do you want to resurrect your parents?"

What appeared before his eyes was no longer the golden ring, but two figures, people he had only seen in photo albums - his father, James Potter, and his mother, Lily Potter.

"Put it on and you can revive them at no cost."

"The lost family affection will return at this moment."

To raise the dead.

What a sexy word.

Harry couldn't help but raise his hand and grope forward, towards the direction of his parents. He was eager and couldn't wait.

But at this moment.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice rang in his ears.

The scene in front of me changed again.

Hermione looked anxious, grabbed her hand, and said with concern: "Harry, don't think too much, no."

That was what Hermione said to me when I knew about the "Time Turner" and wanted to study that thing.

The picture changes quickly.

Back to two days ago, on the night of the Christmas party, he and Hermione kissed by the lake under the moonlight.

He woke up suddenly.

My vision returned and I could see the ring clearly again. My finger was less than a few centimeters away from it, about to touch it.

Even if resurrection is true, but... how could it be without a price?

The ring was still full of desire, but he firmly withdrew his hand. Maybe the legend of the Resurrection Stone was true, but he could not abandon the reality, nor could he abandon what he owned and what was most precious to him, and put on the ring rashly and without any precautions.

At least after making sure this thing is safe...

He looked back.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, his face full of sorrow, expectation, and longing: "Ariana, wait for me, I am coming..."

There was no Harry in sight, and no ring in sight.

There is only one figure that only he can see, and it is the figure he desires the most.