Vol 2 Chapter 667: Gunter House

When Allen returned to the night of 1996 from 1066, he found himself standing outside the very old, dilapidated, decayed stone arch in the Death Hall of the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic.
In the chaotic room, Allen saw his mother who was sitting on the stone steps wiping her tears at a glance, and Daisy who was wiping her tears while softly comforting her mother. Although he wanted to come forward to reunite with his family, but The people waiting for rescue in the tattered curtain made him too late to greet him, and his figure disappeared immediately.
"Huh? Alert, there are intruders!" An Auror's surprised voice sounded, and even a warning was issued, but Alan's figure disappeared in the next second. Not only him, but also several Aurors saw this from different angles.
A wizard who just appeared in front of the archway exudes a terrifying aura. His hooded head hangs slightly and he can't see his face, but the skin under his silver hair is so pale that he doesn’t look like a living person. The time was very short, so short that these Aurors thought they had an illusion, but they still saw that a bone belt made of a devil skull with a skull with horns on his waist was exuding hell. breath.
They quickly issued a warning, and the Aurors in the room started to act, some quickly rushed to the arch; some quickly gathered in front of Mrs. Harris and Daisy to protect them; others immediately tried to contact the Auror office , Report the situation here to the superior.
In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared. The others heard the warning and looked at the arch, only to find that there was nothing under the high arch, only the curtains were fluttering gently, as if someone had just touched them.
A valley was unobstructed in front of Allen. He saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangerton, situated between two steep hillsides, and the church and cemetery were clearly visible.
Allen Phantom, who only knew the approximate location of Gunter’s old house, moved to Little Hangleton. He needed a local Muggle to guide the position, and because the ring itself was viciously cursed by Voldemort, it could be absorbed even if it was put in a storage compartment. The soul in Voldemort's Horcrux, but that also requires Alan to touch it with his hands.
In order to avoid more accidents, to be cautious, Allen needs to have someone try on the Marvolo Gunter ring with the resurrection stone for him. Due to time constraints, Allen did not look for the criminals who were heinous, or the people who were heinous. He caught a Muggle that he saw the first time in Little Hangleton, that was a man of medium height. He is quite plump, fat, and well maintained. His shaved, undefined chin and neck are like heels without ups and downs. It gradually extends to the fat jelly-like cheeks-which makes him 'S face looks a bit like Neville's pet.
Casting a curse on the man to glue his two lips together to prevent his screaming like a pig from screaming, Allen took a meditation on the man whose face was flushed. Immediately, he looked at the hillside across the valley, roughly in the direction of Great Hangerton.
In order to save time, Allen picked up the Muggle and teleported it to a location about four or five miles away, which was a very dilapidated house.
Muggle watched in horror at the only winding, pitted, and rocky dirt road leading to the house from the village. He had no idea about the situation. Why did this weirdo who don’t know whether he was a ghost brought him here? Going to such an unguarded ghost place-this made the Muggle man couldn't help pinching his thigh.
The house is half-hidden among the intertwined trees. Although the sky and the moon are scarce, the old trees above them cast a chilly dark and thick shadow, and these trees block all the light. The walls were covered with moss, many tiles on the roof fell off, and the rafters inside were exposed here or there. There were dense nettles growing around the house, and the tall nettles lined up to the windows. Those windows were very small and covered with thick old dirt.
Allen petrified the middle-aged man who had shrunk into a mass and threw it under a sturdy tree, which then turned into a mass of black fog, quickly searching for the ring in the old house of Gunter. Although Voldemort placed a large number of curses in Gunter’s old house to protect this resurrection stone, all the powers he used were black magic, curses, and the power of death. Alan was reading the Nether scroll and After personally going to the underworld to see the of death, he has a deeper theoretical understanding of these dark powers than the second-generation Dark Lord. Therefore, Allen, who has learned the magic countermeasures, did not touch the magic traps he set at all. So directly walked in and found the location of the resurrection stone.
The branches shook in the breeze, and a full moon appeared from the faint clouds.
"Fall to pieces." Allen's voice fell, and the creamy white camphor wood box was torn apart, and an ugly black gem ring was lying quietly on the white fine cashmere, with Peverier's emblem engraved on the gem.
At this time a voice hissed from the ring: "I see your heart, you are passionate about power..." But before the temptation was finished, Alan's figure disappeared suddenly. The ring let out an annoyed sigh, and returned to its black appearance.
A face flashed out in the darkness, and the branches and leaves that overlapped on the top layer of his head were like evil spirits with teeth and claws, causing the Muggle lying motionless on the ground to stare in horror.
"Mr. Alex Clarknell, I'm sorry," Allen said to the Muggle who was thrown under the root of the tree.
"Hmm..." Alex heard his own voice, he moved his fingers, realizing that he could control his body again, but then he floated in the air and followed Alan uncontrollably. .
"What are you going to do?" Alex looked at Alan's figure, his back was cold, his whole body was trembling, he didn't even think of covering it up.
But Allen, who was in a hurry, was not in the mood to answer his words.
Alex was thrown directly in front of the ring. Sweat dripped on his lips and his throat became dry. He looked at the ring as if he saw a ghost. "Don't be afraid..." The hissing voice sounded again, but before he could do anything to seduce the Muggle in front of him to put it on his hand, it flew in the sky, and that Muggle's hand seemed to be affected by an invisible force. Pulled, stretched forward stiffly, and the ring was directly put on his thick fingers.
Suddenly, the Muggle’s face showed an expression of enjoyment and contentment, but Allen saw that the black air quickly spread along his hand, burning and corroding his skin, and he trembled as if electrocuted, every muscle They were all tightened, and the blue veins in his temples jumped straight, but the expression on his face was extremely enjoyment and indulgence.
"A strong curse." Allen judged the power contained in it. Even if Voldemort, who was born as a mixed-race orphan, has the talent and hard work, the dark knowledge he can access obviously cannot exceed the limitations of this era, so he is relieved. The wizard stroked the black air along the direction of the spread of the black air. Under his control, the black air had spread to the half of the Muggle man's body~EbookFREE.me~ and quickly returned to the ring, the ring Make a long, ghostly cry of unwillingness.
Alix, who had recovered his senses, spread horror all over his body instantly, watching the ghostly pale Alan in the darkness and the burning pain coming from his whole body. He screamed, trying to escape, but his body couldn't move a bit. The legs were made of jelly, completely unwilling, and the whole body was shaking like chaff.
There are no ghosts in the world! This sentence flashed in his heart, but now, he no longer believes it.
He saw Alan pick up the ring by himself, and the black mist spread, and gradually wrapped his hands and arms, spreading like his body quickly.
Allen, who shielded the illusion brought by the ring, could only feel the black air covering every inch of his skin. It desperately wanted to penetrate into Allen’s body, but it could not penetrate his skin, so the black mist became thicker and thicker. , Spread over Allen's body, over his arms, slowly towards his chest... But he was helpless with Allen.
Alan closed his eyes, concentrated, and once again focused on manipulating these cursed mists back, the black mists whirled and screamed, and Alan sealed them back into the ring.
Defending the curse, Allen pulled out the scalpel on his waist with his right hand, and directly pried the black resurrection stone from Gunter's ring. Then, he lifted his staff upside down with his left hand and held it with his right hand. The diamond-shaped resurrection stone wanted to infuse the soul energy stored in the staff into the resurrection stone to increase its power, but the diamond-shaped stone just suddenly rotated in his hand, and Allen suddenly lowered his head and looked towards The resurrection stone in the hand.
At the moment of turning with the resurrection in his hand, the trance female voice that made Allen familiar with the dreams, like singing and whistling, suddenly appeared behind him out of thin air, "Good evening, Allen."