Temptation

Great Hangleton lay about two kilometers from Little Hangleton. Its residents might not have known that an exceptionally prominent wizarding family had once lived here.

The Gaunt family descended from Slytherin. Both other wizards and the Gaunts themselves believed that the noblest blood ran through their veins.

They spent money like water and lived in utmost luxury, constantly seeking to display the superiority of Slytherin's descendants.

Fortunes were fickle. The more illustrious they had once been, the more destitute they were now.

All that remained of their home was a dilapidated little shack in Great Hangleton. Most of the family members were dead, and the sole surviving heir had even lost his nose.

Yet Voldemort had not disgraced Slytherin's glory. The formidable magic he had set up here alone was enough to demonstrate his exceptional magical mastery.

Dumbledore stood silently, his magic steadily unraveling the spells Voldemort had left behind.

Eli did not dare make a move beside him. He did not possess Dumbledore's ability to dispel magic without a sound.

As the magical fluctuations gradually settled, the dismantling of the spells was more or less complete.

Dumbledore let out a breath. "It cannot be denied that Tom's attainments in this regard are indeed worthy of praise."

Eli secretly glanced at him, inwardly grumbling, It was your outstanding student who turned the Wizarding World upside down back then.

Dumbledore did not notice Eli rolling his eyes. Holding his Wand, he slowly walked into the ramshackle house.

Voldemort's magic had only guarded against intruders. It could not keep out dust.

When the two entered the ruins, a pungent smell of mold washed over them.

There was a nail hole in the mottled door panel, with dark grime surrounding it.

"Morfin Gaunt and the others were fond of nailing dead snakes to