Rebirth of the Harry Potter

No one noticed anything wrong, and everyone in the tavern naturally began to retell the story.

There is no external force to guide them, as if they acted spontaneously, they completely forget that they have just told the end of the story.

Their expressions were as usual, their eyes were clear, and there was no sign of being controlled.

With the patchwork of the east and the west, a complete story began to unfold in front of the boy.

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More than fifty years ago, the Riddle Mansion was still magnificent.

A very ordinary summer dawn.

A maid from the Riddle Mansion walked into the living room, only to find that the three members of the Riddle family had turned into cold corpses.

The maid screamed and ran out of the living room, out of the Riddle House, and into the village, as if the popularity of the village was what kept her calm.

The screaming along the way woke up everyone in the village.

When the villagers gathered around, the maid spoke incoherently and said in shock: "Dead! They are all dead! They are still wearing the clothes they had at dinner last night, their eyes are wide open, and they are dying!"

Then the police arrived, and the villagers of Little Hangleton were completely overwhelmed.

They were surprised and curiously waiting for the police's investigation results. None of them showed a sad expression. If they were not worried about being suspected by the police, they would almost laugh out loud.

Who would grieve for a family like that?

The popularity of their family in the village is very bad. The old couple rely on their wealth, they are snobbish and rude, they look down on other people in the village, and they like to point their noses and swear at them.

And their son, who has a worse temper, is even worse than his parents.

Even the dogs in the village chased their own tails in circles excitedly when they heard about the death of the Riddle family, barking "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow " incessantly.

Then the villagers began to pay attention to who the murderer was. They didn't believe that the three healthy people died normally. They must have been murdered.

That night.

The Hanged Man's Tavern is out of stock.

Because almost the entire village was crowded into this small tavern, the counter almost collapsed.

They discussed the murder case enthusiastically.

What made them even more excited was that a servant from the Riddle House appeared at the bar.

She was the cook at the Riddle house.

Under the watchful eyes of at least dozens of men around - the cook must have rarely experienced this kind of experience, she was a little proud, drank a glass of wine first, and managed to keep the appetite of the people around her, so she was not in a hurry A big news broke out.

She said: "Following the investigation by the police, Frank Bryce was first arrested."

This sentence reveals a lot of information.

"My God, it's that Frank with the broken leg."

"The gardener of Riddle Hall."

"I'll just say he's not right, look."

"From the first time I saw him, I didn't like him. His eyes are too fierce."

"It must be because the family ridiculed him for being disabled and angered him, and he took revenge..."

People in the tavern rushed to buy wine for the cook. They looked at the cook eagerly, hoping that she could tell more details.

The cook was very satisfied with these eyes. At this moment, she would think that she was the most enviable Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor girl in England.

So she said what she knew about Frank Bryce: "Bryce has always been weird. In Riddle Manor, everyone doesn't want to talk to him because he is cold, even if you buy him a drink For a cup of tea, he has to say it a hundred times before he agrees, and he still has a face of reluctance."

"If I ask you...he's just...I mean...if, if Frank Bryce was the murderer, if he brutally killed his employer, it wouldn't be at all frustrating if the police came to that conclusion. Surprised, isn't it?"

"Extremely extreme." Someone nodded in agreement.

"I heard that there is a disease called post-traumatic stress syndrome. People who have fought in the war have this disease, and their brains are somewhat abnormal." A person smiled and pointed to his head.

A woman standing by the bar has a hesitant attitude: "This...Frank has participated in cruel wars, he is a person who likes peace, it is unlikely to be him..."

The cook's eyes were wide open, as if someone had violated her authority, and she shouted roughly: "God, who is the servant of the Riddle House? Who can understand him better than me?"

"Besides, last night, someone broke into the house without any trace of damage. And there was only one key to the back door, which was hung in the gardener's cabin. It must have been Frank while we were all asleep. , using the key, sneaked into the house, and then..."

Under a kind of silent pressure, the woman who just defended Frank murmured, "Maybe..."

The villagers exchanged glances silently, and a consensus emerged.

A drunken man at the bar said: "I've always hated Frank, and I suggested to old Riddle to let me be his gardener, but he didn't listen, hey, now the disaster has happened... If he had listened to me, would what happened today still happen?"

An ugly woman in the corner said excitedly: "Dot, remember, I told you countless times, Frank is too scary, I just ate a peach from him, and he will chase after him with a sickle I."

The man she called Dot nodded vigorously: "Yes, he has a bad temper, once..."

...

Everyone in Little Hangleton had already decided that Frank Bryce had murdered the Riddles.

To their dismay, however, Frank was released from the gloomy police station in the neighboring town of Greater Hangleton.

They couldn't believe it.

So I asked someone to inquire, and only then did I know some inside information.

Frank was in the police station, and kept saying that he wasn't the murderer, that he had seen a suspicious-looking pale boy near the Riddle House.

The police didn't believe his nonsense at all, thinking that he was making it up. He also laughed at him, even if he wanted to get rid of the suspicion, he had to find a reliable excuse.

But after the autopsy report of the Riddle family came out, Frank suddenly jumped out of the grim situation that was very unfavorable to him.

The medical examiner handed the police a bizarre report.

After autopsy, none of the Riddle family was injured by poison, sharp weapon, or pistol, nor were they strangled or suffocated to death, which could cause suffocation. They were in good health and there was nothing abnormal about them.

Just simply died.

The only thing worth noting is that their faces are hideous and frightened, as if they have seen something terrible.

The forensic doctor said helplessly: "All I can think of is that the god of death came to them and took away their souls..."

After that, because there was no evidence to prove that the Riddle family was murdered, Frank was naturally not suspected of murder.

The police let Frank go.

To the surprise and doubts of the villagers, Frank Bryce returned to his cabin at the Riddle Mansion as if nothing had happened.

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In 1944, in the Hanged Man's Tavern, the crowd told the whole story again to a boy they couldn't see.

An old woman with a hooked nose and wrinkled face cursed in a hoarse voice: "We all know that Frank is the murderer. He killed the Riddle family. According to the police? Haha, what kind of case will those pigs solve?"

"As long as Frank has a little self-knowledge, he should leave Little Hangleton instead of staying in the Riddle Mansion!" The old woman said resentfully.

Who is this old woman?

She was the cook at the Riddle House, who convinced the whole of Little Hangleton that Frank was the one who started the murder.

Why did she become so resentful of Frank?

Because she had been dismissed from that house long ago, and Frank, who she thought was the murderer, had been hired by every new owner, with a salary that made most of the villagers in Little Hangleton jealous.

"Hey, I heard no, the Riddle Mansion has changed its owner recently, and he is still a rich man." Someone said.

"He doesn't live here, and he doesn't intend to use the house for other purposes. He said that the function of the house is to carry out some "property transfer". We don't understand it, and we dare not ask."

"But what the hell did Frank go! The rich man didn't even ask, he continued to pay Frank to be a gardener, and he said that as long as the house doesn't collapse into ruins, he left!" A person Said jealously.

There was a burst of echo.

At this time, an immature but loud voice spoke: "I don't think Frank is a bad guy."

Everyone frowned.

I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl with blond hair and blue eyes standing in front of the counter, looking up at the adults.

Although the little girl was a little frightened by their stares, she still said: "One time my balloon floated up a tree, and Frank moved a ladder to help me get down..."

"Hey..." There was laughter in the tavern.

The little girl was the youngest daughter of the tavern owner.

Someone shook the wooden barrel glass, looked at the tavern owner jokingly, and did not speak, but the meaning of mocking the tavern owner was beyond words: Tsk tsk, your tutor doesn't look very good.

The face of the tavern owner was flushed, and the eyes of the old guys were more painful than knives.

He yelled angrily: "Alice, who asked you to interrupt, get out!"

The little girl named Alice was frightened by her father's appearance, and she walked aside with tears in her eyes.

She sat down at a remote table and sobbed softly.

Her father and no one else cared about her.

She wiped away her tears, looked at a big boy beside her who made her face turn red, and asked suspiciously, "Are you from Greater Hangleton? Why haven't I seen you in the village?"

The big boy was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Can you see me?"

The little girl blinked her teardrop eyes, and said playfully, "I'm not blind, of course I can see you."

The big boy shook his head and replied, "No, I'm from another world."

"Hehe, it's a lie..." The little girl couldn't help laughing and said, "My name is Alice, what about you?"

The big boy pondered for a moment and said, "My name is Harry Potter."

With that said, he stood up.

After hearing the story, there is no point in staying here.

The little girl finally found someone to communicate with, but she didn't expect to leave after only a few words. She said regretfully, "Are you leaving?"

Harry didn't even expect to meet a little Muggle girl with magical talent.

He thought for a while, stopped, turned around, and smiled: "Alice, how old are you this year?"

"I'm eight years old this year." Alice was inexplicably nervous.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

He took off a bronze button from his cuff.

In an instant, colorful lights burst out from between Harry's fingers, and invisible magic power surged out, blowing the little girl's blond hair into the air.

The entire dimly lit tavern was filled with brilliant light.

The little girl forgot to breathe. She first looked at the surrounding adults as if asking for help, but saw that their faces were shrouded in light, but they seemed to be invisible, talking as usual.

The little girl looked at Harry's hand with curiosity, fear, shock, and excitement.

Slowly, the light faded away.

It was dark again in the tavern.

Under the fearful eyes of the little girl, Harry placed the metal button in her soft palm.

"When you are eleven years old, come to Hogwarts..."

"You..." The little girl wanted to say something.

And a gust of wind blew open the shutter door of the tavern.

The amazing big boy is gone.

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