When Harry suddenly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the school hospital.

The members of Quidditch from the Gryffindor House all changed into clean robes and surrounded his bed.

Harry twisted his neck uncomfortable and looked at everyone's eyes. It seemed that he was about to die and was waiting to see him off and go to a dinner party for dinner.

Especially Ron, holding a handful of white chrysanthemums in his arms, and a black and white photo... what does it mean?

"Harry!" Fred's face turned pale, "What do you think now?"

Harry shook his head, and the memory came back quickly: Black Dog... Qiu and the Golden Snitch... Dementor... William and Riddle...

"What happened?" he couldn't help asking.

"You fell down," George said, "it was about forty meters."

"What about the game," Harry's heart jumped violently, "Did Qiu catch the golden thief?"

"No, Qiu didn't catch the golden thief." Angelina shook her head.

"Qiu is less than five meters away from the Golden Snitch, but she gave up and chose to save you."

"She swooped down from a height of several dozen meters." Fred said in admiration.

"You were unconscious at that time and didn't see that scene... Everyone was frightened and thought she would fall to death..."

"Where is Qiu now? Is she injured?" Harry stood up in emotion and shouted.

Harry looked around and didn't find her in the next bed.

"Qiu is fine, her skills are very good. She caught you when she was only a few meters away from the ground." George quickly explained.

"Cedric also rushed over in time and cast the speed reduction curse."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, happy and a little disappointed.

It’s okay to be happy about Qiu, but it’s okay to be sad about Qiu... it’s okay.

It would be great if Qiu could come to accompany him to the hospital.

The two of them happened to be in the adjacent bed. When they were sleeping for a long night, they could discuss Quidditch's ten ball-playing skills.

"How to calculate the game in the end?" Harry said with concern again.

"William is very graceful. He suggested that he could play again, but Professor McGonagall refused." Arya was like a little fan.

William had a bad reputation before, and many rumors said that he was a scumbag and liked to play with girls' feelings.

But after the morning competition, especially when he used the patron saint spell... it was so handsome!

Just a scumbag.

Arya joined the "Stark Support Team" at noon, preparing to become a member of the discipline committee and eliminate the heresies who said bad things about him.

Fred poured Harry a glass of water and continued, “I also think Professor McGonagall should refuse.

Qiu could have caught the golden thief, but she gave up.”

“And even if we follow the rules, we should continue to compete.

But Ravenclaw has exceeded us seventy. Without you, we could only lose in this game.

After all, Ravenclaw has the best chaser of Hogwarts ever... William!"

"That's right." George nodded, "Ravenclaw won fairly and openly... He directly admitted defeat, but we took advantage of it, even Wood admitted this."

"Where is Wood?" Harry said, suddenly finding Wood was not present.

"It's still raining," Fred said, "he probably plans to drown himself."

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with both hands.

Fred grabbed Harry's shoulder and shook it roughly. "Okay, Harry, no one can win all the time, and Ravenclaw is no exception."

"Yes, the game is not over yet," Fred said. "We lost 70, right? So if Ravenclaw lost to Hufflepuff and we beat Slytherin and Hufflepuff..."

"Ravenclaw will lose at least two hundred points."

George stopped talking.

Too difficult!

"By the way, where is William?" Harry suddenly looked up and asked.

Harry couldn't wait to find William and discuss with him how to deal with the Dementors.

Also, why he always sees the scene of William and Riddle fighting in the chamber.

Harry was curious about what Voldemort did to him.

But everyone was silent.

"What's wrong?"

“William and Dumbledore wiped out all the dementors that entered Hogwarts.

Minister Fuji came at noon, and just as he was having a meal, he had a gloomy face and seemed very unhappy."

"After the meal, William and the principal left the school," Fred said.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players were all shocked.

"They won't go to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation, are they?" Alia's face full of worry.

"I killed so many dementors at once, and that's Azkaban's guard."

Everyone looked at Hermione.

Hermione's face turned red, she shook her head and lied, "I don't know either..."

Hermione was a little absent-minded.

Horcrux...she also wants to go with her.

...

...

Two figures suddenly appeared on a country road.

On both sides of the road, there are high shrubs and hedges with tangled branches and leaves, and above the head is the autumn sky, as clear and blue as forget-me-not flowers.

William looked up and found that a wooden signpost was extended in the thorn bush on the left side of the path, with two opposite arrows, namely:

Greater Hangerton, 5 miles.

Little Hungerton, 1 mile.

They were walking towards Little Hungerton.

"Is Gunter's old house here?" William asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "a very remote place where the Gunter family lived for many years."

"Professor, why did Voldemort put the Horcrux in Gunter's old house?"

"There are some memories I'm still looking for, but I can still tell you something I've inferred," Dumbledore said.

"Tom's full name is Tom Marvoro Riddle."

"Mavoro?" William said in a daze. "I have checked the family line of the Gunter family, and there is a man named Mavoro Gunter."

"Yes, that's Voldemort's grandfather." Dumbledore nodded.

No wonder Voldemort is a snake-like accent and can open the secret room. It turns out that he is a descendant of Slytherin.

The two walked along the road for a while and soon arrived at a valley.

A village can be seen in the valley, and it is undoubtedly Little Hangdon.

The church and the cemetery are clearly visible. On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a very grand mansion surrounded by large green meadows.

Dumbledore looked at the house and whispered: "It is the home of Tom Riddle, the old Tom's father."

"Is his father a wizard too?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "Old Tom is just a Muggle."

William was stunned.

Voldemort's mother is pure blood, and his father is Muggle... He turned out to be a fanatical pure blood advocate?

Those Death Eaters, if they knew that their master's father was a Muggle... I don't know how they would feel.

Under Dumbledore's leadership, the two did not walk towards Little Hungerton, but turned the path to the right and entered a narrower intersection.

"William, we're here, this is the old house of Gunter." Dumbledore said calmly.

William looked up and saw a dilapidated house at the end of the road:

The walls were covered with moss, many tiles on the roof fell off, and rafters were exposed in many places.

There were dense nettles around the house, and tall nettles were all the way to the windows, which were very small and filled with thick aged dirt.

On the front door of the house, there is also a door handle made of unknown material.

It was an Ourobosnake,

Its eyes were shining with a strange light.

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