But there was no trace of an adult sleeping there.

They continued to drive towards Great Hangleton. The place names were the same, the only difference was "big" and "small". They were not far apart.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment. He followed Harry to the door and then slowly said, "You seem to be more concerned about Tom's dark history?"

Dumbledore nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Who is the person who died on the second floor?

The two of them also had the answer in their hearts.

At least it can give the corpse a home and allow him to be buried.

"Died during the summer vacation?" Dumbledore concluded for him.

Harry shook his head: "No."

The smell of rotting corpses also comes from here.

He lowered his head.

And combined with a basket that can fit just one baby.

Dumbledore was very interested: "Tom has more dark history?"

Harry nodded, put down the humerus, broke off a small piece of ribs, and broke it into several pieces with a gentle squeeze in his hand: "The bones are thin, and I am very old, so I may not be much younger than you."

Dumbledore's face became more serious: "Then we have to find him faster."

The Sorting Hat turns up the heat.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and a pitch-black arrow was driven towards the Great Hangleton.

In less than half an hour, they arrived.

I’ll start with a chapter today. I suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. I’ll continue the chapter tomorrow.
Chapter completed!