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Chapter 636 Direct Wave

"The first goal, done..."

Andrew touched the box in his hand, found a deserted place, and began to use Transfiguration with all his strength.

"Imprison...seal...isolate..."

The wand was waved again and again, and as expensive materials were sprinkled by Andrew, one rule after another that ordinary wizards could not understand or perceive was firmly installed on the box, stimulating and merging with each other, and finally covering the box firmly.

"Very good," Andrew nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the almost indestructible little box in front of him - the Transfiguration magic, which was comparable to the guardian magic of the Horcrux, could definitely lock the soul fragments inside and prevent it from causing any trouble in the next action.

He squinted his eyes to look at the sky, then took out his pocket watch to confirm - well, according to the speed of the Hogwarts Express, he still had more than four hours of time to act, which was quite sufficient.

The next target is the Gunter family’s old house.

In other words, the ancestral tomb of Voldemort's family.

Because Mr. Tom, who lost his nose, had been in trouble for some time, the place should be safe - even if something unexpected happened, Andrew could escape.

Yes, you can run away.

This is the biggest reason why he dares to go out and deal with those time bombs that are not under his control - he has been patient for a long time, and if he had not been unable to deal with the biggest one before, he would have done it long ago.

It's okay that there are bombs placed there by the wild, but there is also a moving human-shaped bomb swinging around there, which is simply too scary!

A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall. The magic world is moving in a good direction. What's the point of a bomb that explodes at an unknown time?

"Perhaps... this is the biggest reason why my Transfiguration eventually developed in this direction..."

Andrew shook his head and stopped thinking about the direction of Transfiguration. He confirmed the direction, disguised himself again, and began to walk towards the nearest Floo network system.

Next, he had to go to the village of Little Hangleton to challenge a real trap.

Compared to Gringotts's usual defenses that did not dare to expose too much of its might, the next challenge could really be considered a trial run, allowing him to test the true level of his Transfiguration skills - of course, he could also see what level of traps set up by the ultimate black magic was capable of.

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"Here, um... there are some big changes. The Internet is really not very useful at this time... and this regional map looks really..."

Andrew checked the map in his hand and looked at the surrounding environment, feeling a little unsure.

It didn't take him much effort to investigate this place. The Gaunt family was too famous - as a descendant of Slytherin and someone who loved to show off, he got the Gaunt family's address directly from the books written by the pure-bloods in the library and Mr. Filch's admissions records.

In the village of Little Hangleton, Hogwarts sent an acceptance letter, but was rejected - this kind of record is extremely easy to find.

Then, I searched on the computer but couldn't find it. Finally, I spent a little bit of pounds to get reliable information from the post office, and bought a map and that was it.

Andrew didn't want to say anything because the process was so simple - it was too easy to work backwards from knowing the answer.

After confirming that the landmark was correct, Andrew adjusted his makeup and put on an explorer's expression. Then, trying to put on the clear and unpolluted eyes that were often seen in Hogwarts, he stopped a farmer on the side of the road.

"Hello, sir. It's a rare nice day today."

He waved enthusiastically. "Yeah, it's been sunny for three or four days straight," the other person nodded, then looked at Andrew, "Who are you?"

"I'm a detective, sir. I saw from the library... er, I mean the files that there was a mysterious case here before... It is said that a family died strangely."

Andrew looked at the other person with clear eyes, and tried his best to output his brain occlumency technique.

"Ah... This is not something we should talk about. Students should not always dream of being detectives. I have seen too many people like you..."

"Twenty pounds, if I can get some solid information, or I can talk to someone else..."

Andrew used high-speed communication, but the effect was average - perhaps because he looked too good, the other party thought he could pay more money, so he spoke hesitantly.

But it was not a big problem. He had already found out the location of the Gunter family in the case. The other party gestured to point it out to him. As for the details of the murder and the information from more insiders, he had no interest in it at all.

"That's it, that's all I know, my aunt knows more, but you know..."

The other party took the pound and rubbed his fingers skillfully.

"I'll come back to you after I've done some research, sir!"

Andrew pretended to write down a useless address, then walked happily towards the original destination - he would not use any evil means if he could, as he had become accustomed to using magic to influence his emotions after relying on it for so long, and he had no intention of getting himself into trouble.

After checking behind him and making sure that a few pounds would not cause any trouble for the other party, he felt relieved and walked towards the legendary Gaunt Cottage.

That place, as the farmer just said, was a homeless person's collapsed house. Because it was remote and had a plain terrain, few people were willing to go there.

"It's the same place as Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. It's a place that Slytherins would worship in Hogwarts, but even Muggles despise it. How did the Gaunt family get by?"

He muttered to himself, without stopping, and walked towards the so-called remote house.

The somewhat greedy farmer was not lying - this place is indeed not easy to get to.

Compared to the previous normal rural dirt road, this place was simply a piece of land randomly leveled in a pile of rocks.

If the Weasley family's house was built somewhat arbitrarily, then this place can be said to have an abnormal location.

The dirt road was full of potholes, rocks, and thorns, making it difficult to even identify - the Gaunt family had all been killed at the hands of the Noseless One, and the remaining maintenance on this road had disappeared.

There was even a broken forest on this broken road where even rabbits wouldn't shit. It was pitch black and if it weren't for the occasional traces of human activities, Andrew would have suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

After going around the woods, Andrew made one last check—there was no tail.

While confirming this, he finally found the final destination of this trip.

Among the tangled tree roots, there was a large collapsed and decayed wooden house half lying there, with some mushrooms growing on it.

Nettles and weeds grew in disorderly patches, tiles were scattered about the ground—just like the Gaunt house, it was hopeless.

(End of this chapter)