Heir of Gaunt House

The crisp popping sound gradually changed as time passed.

A slight sound of water could be heard.

Kate's evil plan was thwarted by Ryan's innocent body.

Are there still such good friends in this world?

For the sake of friends, I am willing to offer my frail body.

As April began, the days with gentle breezes became more frequent, and the weather grew clearer and warmer day by day.

It seems like spring hasn't even arrived yet, and we've jumped straight into summer.

At the Black Lake, students were even seen swimming underwater again using snorkels.

In such warm weather, time seems to fly by.

April 3rd arrived in no time.

"Happy Easter, Harry!" Ron's head popped out of the covers as he was woken up by Harry's voice.

So he sleepily greeted Harry.

Today, Harry is facing the mirror on the bedside table, rubbing the scar on his forehead.

From Ron's perspective, Harry in the mirror waved and disappeared into the dormitory in the mirror, walking towards the door.

Back in his dorm room, Harry cleared his throat. "I should go."

He responded to Ron's greeting.

He then quickly walked out of the dormitory.

Ron was left yawning and lying back down on the four-poster bed.

Since he reconciled with Harry and Ginny, he has moved back to his original bed.

Perhaps to sleep more comfortably, he changed his position on the bed and rolled over to his right side.

He discovered that, besides Harry, Neville had also gotten up early and was nowhere to be found.

"Seriously, everyone's up so early. Luckily, I have Anthony and the other two with me."

As he was talking, Ron drifted off to sleep again.

On the other side,

Outside Little Hangleton,

In front of that grove of low bushes, a winding, potholed dirt road...

A puddle reflecting the sky.

Ripples spread across the puddle, reflecting the clear, azure sky, as blue as forget-me-nots.

A figure gradually emerged from the ripples on the water's surface.

The azure sky, the warm sunshine, and the gentle breeze that caressed Harry's face could not bring him any positive emotions at the moment.

In dreams, in the Mirror World

The black forest I've seen a thousand times,

It now seems to have become an abyss that has swallowed all sunlight and life.

This caused his bright yellow vertical pupils to appear in his eyes the instant his foot touched the ground after he stepped out of the puddle.

The gaze travels through the dark forest to the house, half-hidden among the tangled roots of the trees.

The old, drafty door, riddled with holes from knife stabs, was tightly shut.

But inexplicably, it felt as if a long-lost friend was waving at him from inside.

This caused the moss on the wall to...

The roof, with its sparse, exposed rafters,

The eerie nettles all around,

Even the old grime that filled the small window seemed much more welcoming.

It's as if it were a snake flicking its tongue, with a cute triangular head and elegant black scales—approachable and captivating.

Sizzle! A crisp metallic sound rang out as it scraped across the sandy ground.

The sound did not wake Harry.

He simply looked down at the spot he had just kicked.

That short knife, lying upside down among the nettles, covered in black bloodstains and mottled rust.

Instinctively, he drew the dagger, and the Holly Wood wand appeared in his right hand.

His left hand seemed much more agile, deftly twirling the knife a few times.

It was as if his left hand had always been his dominant hand from the very beginning.

In this state, he seemed to hear the friendly hissing of his friends from behind the door.

Squeak!

The door suddenly opened.

Long, black snakes slowly crawled out from inside.

However, strangely,

They did not raise their heads, hiss, flick their tongues, reveal their fangs, or assume an attacking stance.

Instead, they docilely hovered around him, as compliant as a bunch of thick, black water hoses, their eyes fixed on him.

In his dream, he, who had once been Voldemort, immediately recognized these black figures—a curse set up to protect the Horcrux.

However, at this moment, they have undergone this unprecedented change.

Even with all of Voldemort's knowledge of Dark Magic before he mastered the Horcruxes and Horcrux Resurrection Stone, he couldn't recognize the change.

These insidious curses, which resembled a magical trap with ever-growing, intricate branches, had all transformed into snakes.

They seem to have been combined with the magic in this old house, which originated from the descendants of Slytherin, thus giving them their current form.

An impulse arose in his heart.

He didn't even have time to think about why he did it.

They were unaware that they had decided to do this.

All he knew was that his legs moved forward on their own.

It's like riding on tiny casters.

Then, like an idiot, he shouted at the snakes, "You can leave now!"

A miracle occurred—it was unbelievable—they trembled, turned into wisps of black smoke, and dissipated into the air.

And opposite him,

Inside the door,

The largest of the three rooms, which appears to serve as both a living room and kitchen,

It was dirty, but you could still barely make out that it was next to an armchair.

On the dark partition,

A black gemstone ring, completely out of place with its surroundings, both ugly and handsome, lay perfectly intact on it.

In this situation, even the most oblivious person would notice something was wrong.

When did his aesthetic change?

When did this black gemstone ring become stylish?

Then, he noticed something else was wrong.

When did he Dragonification?

He seemed to have suddenly developed a liking for things like black snakes and knives, which were clearly unrelated to him.

Those curses were also very strange.

Although the curse in the house wasn't as malevolent as the one on the ring itself.

But the snakes they transformed into were so docile.

It was as if he were the master of this place.

Everything here belongs to him.

A thunderbolt flashed through his mind.

A dagger, a snake, and nimble hands—these pieces of information began to converge.

"I see.

Bloody Baron is such a wizard who likes to use both a dagger and a wand at the same time.

Most wizards believed it was learned from Gryffindor.

But I know the memories of Voldemort, the memories of those notes in the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets.

This was learned from Slytherin.

Even when Slytherin was young, he liked to carry a dagger in one hand and a wand in the other.

"And he Parseltongue!" Harry muttered to himself.

He now understood Voldemort's curses and those insidious magical traps.

As time passed, with the blessing of the Resurrection Stone Horcrux,

And this place belongs to the descendants of the fallen Slytherin.

The house, which should have no trace of magic, was combined with...

And it came back to life.

These curses are also curses.

"That's why I'm perfectly fine." As he said this, Harry stepped into the house.

The ugly black gemstone ring was already on the ring finger of his right hand, which had regained its human form.

"I was mistaken for Voldemort?"

No, the Heir of Slytherin.

As far as I can remember, that was when I absorbed...

Daring to break into this house,

And it wears the life force of its usurper.

In an instant, his body became as dry and charred as if it had been burned.

But a last vestige of life remained.

The curse that awaited 'him' seemed to have died.

He is now the owner of this mansion.

And that curse, the Furnace Core of this space, lay perfectly still on his ring finger.

She gently licked his fingertips.