The Hogwarts Express belched black smoke as it whirred away, clanging and disappearing at the end of the track.

The students laughed and talked from day to night.

Fenong was waiting at the station, playing with a cigarette in his hand. The policeman next to him was watching him eagerly, waiting for him to take out his lighter.

He raised his hand to check the time.

The hour and minute hands on the watch gradually approached the time of previous years, and he leaned over to look into the station.

oh……

The group of children who didn't want to dress properly came out, and they left in a blatant manner without any intention of keeping it a secret.

Vernon criticized them and continued to look in.

Harry didn't come out.

Nor did he see Sirius's hateful face.

"Hello, is this Mr. Dursley?" Just as he frowned and was about to start muttering about why he came out so late today, a crisp female voice interrupted his thoughts.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little girl with long brown hair on his left.

"Harry, you may not come back this summer vacation," she said.

"Not coming back?" Fenon's heart skipped a beat.

Harry would come back every year, and he had his reasons for coming back. He himself said that the power of magic protected him and that he had to stay in his own home for a month every year. How could he suddenly... not come back?

Unexpected situations always make people panic.

"Don't worry, Harry is fine." Hermione shook her head, "It's just that he has something important to do with Mr. Dumbledore this summer."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter.

"Harry originally wanted to send you a letter using Hedwig, but I thought it might be better if I gave it to you in person."

"He will come back to see you before the end of summer vacation."

The last sentence stopped Vernon's wild thoughts. He breathed a sigh of relief and accepted the letter: "Are you the girlfriend of that brat Harry?"

Hermione blushed slightly and nodded shyly.

Vernon said nothing.

He looked at Hermione and felt relieved. At least Harry had no problem in choosing a girlfriend. This girl didn't look like the crazy witch type. She was a normal person - unlike Lily, who was excellent in everything but had a picky eye for people. Why would she choose such a crazy wizard?

He watched Hermione leave and get into a fancy car.

It's a normal family, at least middle class.

Fenon nodded with more satisfaction.

But his expression froze suddenly as he thought of a fact - Harry's last name was "Potter", not "Evans" or "Dursley".

This made him feel bad.

The Potter family has a really good eye for choosing a partner. James found Lily, and Harry found this little girl.

Instead, he looked at his son.

Can't he learn from himself? He relied on the magic weight loss potion and beauty potion to stir up trouble outside, changing his girlfriend every three days. Some of them were motorcycle riders like him, or they were flashy and visual-kei.

Fenon sighed heavily, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed home.

In Hogwarts.

Without students, the castle became quiet and deserted, and the Black Lake was no longer so lively, with strange ripples in the water.

Harry and Dumbledore emerge from the castle.

"Harry, are you really not going back?" Dumbledore asked him, "It's summer vacation."

"I don't think Tom will give himself a summer vacation." Harry shook his head and took out the note prepared by Rita from the Sorting Hat. "Where are you going to go first? These pure-blood families live in really scattered places."

Dumbledore poked his head over: "The Selwyn family, right? They're in Plymouth. Should we visit the ones farthest away first?"

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore grabbed his wrist, Apparated, and disappeared with a snap, appearing in a seaside town in the blink of an eye.

"Let me see, I've been to their house before." Standing at the edge of the town, Dumbledore thought and led the way.

The mansions of almost all pure-blood families are located far away from human habitation.

Regardless of whether or not one cares about the purity of bloodline, there should be a clear boundary between wizards and ordinary people.

Like the Gaunts, just on the edge of the village, and so are the Weasleys.

Blake is an exception. They originally lived on the edge of the village, but London's rapid development forced them to move into the city.

Selwyn is a typical example. His home is on a cliff by the sea.

The pure-blood families are all in decline.

The old Selwyn house, rooted in desolate ground, is protected by crude magic that drives away ordinary people, but cannot hide from the eyes of Harry and Dumbledore.

They knocked on the door.

An old house-elf appeared in front of them. "Dear visitor, what can I do for you? Selwyn Mansion has not received your invitation."

As it spoke, its eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, completely ignoring Harry standing beside it.

"We wish to meet Selwyn's current master," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Please submit your visiting card first and inform the host. Wait for the host to confirm the visiting time..." The house-elf spoke in a long-winded manner, and his whole body and words were filled with the smell of staleness and decay.

Harry interrupted it: "Now is not the time to talk about these things. Tell your master that Dumbledore and Potter want to see him."

The house-elf looked at Harry in surprise: "Why would a half-blood wizard dare to speak like that in front of the Selwyn family?"

"This is the great Selwyn..."

Harry flicked his wand and locked its mouth.

When it was thrown out again, it flew up immediately, and the fence twisted into shackles, binding it tightly.

"Harry, we can talk about this some more." Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry pointed his wand at the entrance to the courtyard.

Ahola hole open!

After forcing the door open, she turned back and answered him: "No need, we are not here to reminisce about the past, we are here to look for the Horcrux."

He led the way inside, followed by Dumbledore.

There were house-elves in the courtyard, which managed to keep the land looking neatly trimmed, but most of the land was barren, and the few plants that were still growing were treasures rarely seen in the outside world - perhaps this family did not love gardening, but just wanted to use precious plants to embellish their own manor.

But now, their family can no longer afford to support too many precious crops.

They walked in.

The manor was quiet, and there wasn't even a trace of people living there. The house-elves kept the place clean day after day.

Until the third floor.

Harry then heard a faint breathing sound in the study.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

"Soso, why didn't you knock on the door!" As soon as the door was pushed open, an old male voice scolded from inside the room.

Harry replied: "Look up, open your eyes, and take a good look. I am not your house elf."

The old man in the room looked up.

He saw Dumbledore first and was surprised for a moment before his eyes fell on Harry. It was a strange face, a strange voice, and of course, the pair of amber pupils were also strange, but he had heard of them before: "Dumbledore, and Potter?"

"There is no project you want to visit in my life plan."

Harry took out his wand: "None of this matters. Now I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer them honestly, okay?"

"Are you threatening me?" Selwyn raised his eyebrows, anger surging.

Harry deadpanned, "You can understand it that way."

"First question, have you been in contact with Voldemort recently?"

Caught off guard, the name was spat out.

Selwyn shuddered.

Harry waved his wand.

Selwyn thought of the rumors about Potter, especially the "butcher of Little Hangleton", and now Dumbledore was behind him with a look of acquiescence on his face. He suppressed his anger and answered softly, "No."

"To be associated with your child who becomes a Death Eater is to be associated with Voldemort as well," Harry reminded him.

Selwyn paused: "Of course there is."

"What did you talk about?" Harry continued to ask.

"Some trivial family matters." He said obediently, closed his eyes and lay down on the chair.

"Perhaps I should let you look me in the eye?" Harry conjured up two chairs and he and Dumbledore sat down.

Selwyn said nothing.

"Perhaps I should state the reason why we came here uninvited." Harry took out another bottle of butterbeer from the Sorting Hat and poured a glass for himself and Dumbledore. "First of all, I'm here to collect a debt. Selwyn also owes the Potter family a large sum of royalties for the hair tonic."

Selwyn couldn't help but open his eyes: "I have heard that the Malfoy family was visited by you like this before."

"The second thing is, has Voldemort ever given anything to your Selwyn family for safekeeping?" Harry ignored him, waved his hand, and spoke calmly.

Selwyn narrowed his eyes. "What did the Dark Lord give us to keep?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Selwyn didn't completely support him, it's just that my unworthy son became a Death Eater."

"Really?" Harry nodded. "Let Dumbledore and I search it thoroughly."

"Impossible!" Selwyn shook his head, "You are insulting me."

Harry placed his wand on his lap: "Mr. Selwyn, you have no choice. Please cooperate with us. This will be good for you and for us."

Selwyn lowered his head and stared at the beautifully maintained wand.

He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, just this once."

An hour later.

They walked out of Selwyn Mansion, and Harry stuffed a large bag of Galleons into the Sorting Hat and put another Selwyn family badge into his pocket - this was the token Harry had asked for that would allow him to enter the Selwyn family vault.

"Gringotts or the next one?" inquired Dumbledore.

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the next one. Even if the Horcrux is really in the Selwyn family vault, Voldemort can move it away. All magic must leave traces. We can check it when the time comes. If there are any traces, we can go directly to Tom and catch them all in one fell swoop."

Dumbledore nodded, grabbed Harry's wrist, and Disapparated.

Rushed to the second, the Rawls family in Exeter.

The first day of summer vacation.

Harry and Dumbledore diligently visited all ten famous Death Eater families.