HP Approaches the Magical World

The sky was clear and cloudless this evening, and the old trees overhead cast cool, dark, thick shadows in the bright moonlight.

Taking advantage of the free time when Hermione was spitting, Jon's eyes searched in all directions, and he also opened the force field. After a long while, he saw a half-hidden tree in the tangle of trees. house.

It was an odd place to build a house, or a questionable decision to have those big trees growing next to the house, since the trees blocked all the light and the valley below.

Now the place was certainly not inhabited, so the house looked dilapidated, with moss on the walls, many of the roof tiles were missing, and here and there the rafters were showing.

Nettles grew thickly all around the house, reaching up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.

"What the hell... is this place? Why is it so weird?"

"Weird? It's okay."

Jon thought about what Hermione might face in the future, smiled and said nothing.

Because what they are facing tonight is such a person.

"Since there are a lot of things you need to do next, I decided to give you some lessons in advance. Of course, these lessons are secret, and you still need to show surprise in front of Harry... When you hear these words, but on another point, you have to be aware that behind you stands one of the most powerful wizards in the world besides the legendary wizard Dumbledore, so you don't have to worry about your safety , you just need to know that you are Harry's closest friend, and at the same time, you also need to control his emotions."

"I don't think I'll be able to do it, because it's kind of hard, and I'm only a Muggle-born..."

"Birthplace? I've told you many times that birthplace is not important, because it's something that people can't decide.

And who gets to decide in whose womb he is born? It seems that you have no way to decide the matter of becoming a wizard. Now that it has happened, what you need to do is not to mind your own origin, but to work hard to make your origin, and those wizards with the same origin as you, not No longer will you be despised by others because of your origin. "

"But it's hard to do."

"If it wasn't difficult to do, why did Dumbledore and I need to do it ourselves?

It’s because it’s hard to do, so I do it. In this world, there is no reason not to do it because of difficulty. The more you do, the less difficult it is. You still have to think about these things, as I said No matter how much, after all, it is not as important as you want to understand what is coming. "

Hermione didn't dwell too much on this issue, but simply nodded.

"Teacher, where are we going now? The house in front of us seems to have been abandoned for a long time. Are we going here?"

"This place has indeed been deserted for a long time. Of course, you guessed it right, our destination today is here."

Jon waved his hand and cast a spell, clearing away the vines covering them in front of them.

"I brought you here just to let you see it first, and don't be too surprised when you see it later."

"it?"

Jon didn't explain this time,

He was just leading the way, and Hermione followed hesitantly, not knowing exactly where to go.

The house was already very dilapidated, and it was the kind of shabby that would crack the boards if one stepped on it, so Jon was very careful, he stepped on the air lightly, not on the ground at all.

But Hermione was not so good, she could only step on the wooden planks carefully, to avoid stepping on the air through the cracks or the suddenly broken wood.

In fact, it's not that Jon didn't take care of her. In this room, it's very easy for him to take care of Hermione.

But he didn't make a move.

Because this matter itself does not require him to do it, he has already demonstrated it before, if Hermione wants to do it, just follow his example, after all, the levitating spell is for them in the school The first spell I learned, after so many years of learning, if I only know how to use spells rigidly, it would be too pitiful.

And the reason why they came here was because Jon had an agreement with others here today.

"Do you know where this place is?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Here . . . if Potter was there, he'd recognize it, because he stayed there the night Cedric died."

Jon stood at the door of the wooden house and pointed to a cemetery in the distance.

"Now, do you know where this is?"

Without waiting for Hermione's answer, Jon shook his head.

"Of course you don't know, because you have never had access to this information. This is where Voldemort's mother and his grandfather's family lived."

"The old Slytherin house?"

"you know?"

"Um."

Hermione said: "After that incident, Harry went back and checked a lot of information, but he himself forgot about it later, but I remember that Voldemort has the blood of the Slytherin family, and this blood is inherited. of his mother's family."

"His mother, Merope Gaunt, fell in love with Muggle Tom Riddle, who also lived here, and used some despicable means to give birth to Voldemort. This is what Voldemort hated most in the past, so He rarely comes here, but, in his weakest hours, he has nowhere else to go."

"So, does he still live here?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I bring you here if he still lives here?"

"But even though he doesn't live here now, there will still be people living here."

Or, "Actually, you can't be considered a human anymore."

He stepped into the room, and there was a rustling sound in the room. Before Hermione entered the room, she saw a huge snake body.

Of course, before she walked in, she had some preparations in her heart. After all, this is the old house of the descendants of Slytherin, so there must be snakes.

But she didn't expect this snake to be so huge, it did look like a young basilisk.

However, what surprised her even more was yet to come.

Because she clearly saw that when Jon stretched out his hand and enveloped the snake with a blue light, the snake suddenly turned into a beautiful young girl.

"Meet my student, Hermione Granger."

"Who is this……"

"My name is Nagini," said the girl. "A follower of Voldemort now?"

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