Aphasia at Hogwarts

The villagers of Little Hangleton still refer to the house as "Riddle House," even though the Riddle family has not lived there for many years.

The house is located on a hillside, and you can see the entire village. It used to be a very beautiful big house, which was grand and spacious. Every villager thought that they could live in such a house, but now they just want to live in such a house. The further away from that place the better.

Just because it has become damp and desolate now, the windows are sealed, the tiles on the roof are incomplete, and the ivy has crawled all over the house with its claws.

Even more because fifty years ago, a bizarre and terrifying thing happened here.

The three members of the Riddle family, including the adult son Tom and the old couple, all died of anger.

Moreover, after the doctor examined the corpse, it was strangely discovered that the Riddle family had not been harmed by poison, sharp objects, or pistols, nor had they been suffocated or strangled. In fact, they looked extremely healthy, except for Apart from dying, there is no difference from ordinary people.

Judging from their frightened expressions, they looked like they were scared to death, but no one knew what kind of thing could scare three people to death at the same time.

The gardener of the Riddle family was regarded as the first suspect. He was already eccentric, but the battlefield turned him into a different kind of person. No villagers liked him, and he had a spare key to the back door. All this became suspicious. His reasons.

However, Frank stubbornly repeated that he did not do it, and added that on the day the Riddle family died, a teenage boy was seen near the house.

The boy had black hair and a pale face, and looked very strange.

But no one took what he said to heart, because no one else in the village had ever seen such a boy.

However, at the end of the investigation, there was still no evidence to prove that Frank murdered the Riddle family, and he had to be released in the end.

Frank did not leave because of this, even though the people in the village were already wary of him. He stayed, as if there was no other place to go. He continued to stay in Riddle House and take care of the garden, just like he had done before, no matter what. No matter who the owner of Riddle House is, the things he does remain the same.

On an ordinary night, Frank was not unexpectedly woken up by the pain in his bad leg.

He was already old, his hair was pale, his ears were severely deafened, and his legs were getting more and more painful. He couldn't sleep peacefully without using a hot water bottle to warm his knees every night.

But the hot water bottle would always get cold, and he would always wake up in the middle of the night.

Frank stood by the pool as usual, sipping hot water and looking towards Riddle House.

Riddle's upstairs window glowed, as if someone had lit a lamp inside.

Frank immediately understood what was going on. The boys from the village broke into the old house and lit a lamp inside.

Or a fire started.

Those people didn't have much respect for Frank because of their parents or grandparents' attitude towards Frank. Although he didn't need it, those boys still caused him some trouble. They threw rocks at the windows or threw rocks at the windows. The smooth grass was in a mess, giving Frank a headache.

But now, they were probably not satisfied with the previous prank, but broke into Riddle's house directly.

No, we can't let them stay in there anymore, we have to get them out as soon as possible.

Frank thought to himself, and quickly dragged his bad leg back upstairs, got dressed, took off an old rusty key hanging high, picked up his crutch and walked into the night.

No light was needed, even in the dark, he still accurately walked around to the back of the house, stopped at a door covered by an ivy, took out the old key, and opened the door silently.

First, he walked through the cave-like dark kitchen, then walked through the corridor, walked up to the landing, and then turned right. At the end of the corridor, bursts of light came from the room at the end, as if there were countless lamps lit inside.

Frank held the crutch tightly in his hand and walked over there.

Then he saw it.

a boy.

Frank almost thought it was the boy he saw fifty years ago. The two looked about the same age, both fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair, bright eyes, and prominent appearance.

In just the next second, Frank could tell the difference between the two, because the one standing inside was an oriental boy, and his face was not pale.

At this moment, Frank suddenly heard a swimming sound, like something sliding rustling across the dark corridor and coming from behind him. Frank turned around nervously and discovered with horror that It's a giant snake.

It was at least twelve feet long, with a wavy body glowing red, and flames appearing on it from time to time.

Frank almost thought he was still sleeping in bed, having a strange dream.

He saw a giant snake, and the snake's body was still burning with flames, and it hadn't burned anything yet. He couldn't even feel the heat.

But the snake didn't do anything. It just glanced at Frank, then walked around him and swam to the feet of the boy in the room, and the boy opened his eyes at this time.

He had just kept his eyes closed.

Frank looked at the boy's pure black pupils, and in the next second, he lost his consciousness.

Muggle?

Guan Qiong looked at the old man standing outside the room and scratched her head. She didn't expect that she actually let a Muggle walk in front of her without noticing it.

I focused so much on searching for information that I neglected the situation around me. Please be more careful next time.

Guan Qiong warned herself in her heart.

His fingers moved left and right, like a puppeteer manipulating a puppet, and Frank walked in with his eyes blank and sat down on the old and worn armchair in the room.

He had just cast the Puppet Charm at the first moment, and of course the Sleeping Charm, to make the old man who accidentally broke in fall asleep.

But now, a forgetting spell is needed.

Guan Qiong tapped his fingers gently, and the magic power was output from his fingers, forming a magic circuit under his control, and then gently fell on the old man's head, making him forget what he saw tonight.

Because he couldn't use wands during the summer vacation, Guan Qiong's movements were not very fast. Fortunately, these wands were not difficult, and he could cast spells silently and without wands.

After everything was done, Guan Qiong let out a long sigh of relief and looked helpless at Jörmungandr hovering at her feet.

Voldemort ran away again, and not much information was left in the house.

For Guan Qiong, this is really bad news, especially since Voldemort has been alert to his tracking, which makes his actions more and more difficult.