Harry Potter Reborn

At the door, Frank, who overheard all this, looked frightened. His own hand holding the cane was already soaked with sweat unconsciously.

The invisible man with a cold voice inside killed a woman! But when he discussed this matter, his tone was as light as if he had trampled an ant to death, and he didn't take it to heart.

He is a murderer who kills without blinking an eye.

And what else is he going to do? A weak and innocent child named Harry Potter has been targeted by him, and he is going to kill that child... The situation is very urgent.

Frank knew what he had to do. Although he was determined never to deal with the police again because of the police's distrust of him, at this time, he had to go to the police.

Suddenly there was a "shush" in a cold voice.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the voices of the two men inside could no longer be heard.

There was only the slight sound of a match crackling.

Frank's heart tightened and he was about to retreat secretly.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze there in fear.

In the dark corridor, a giant snake with colorful patterns, at least four meters long, was hanging from the roof, blocking the middle of the road, and slowly sliding down.

The giant snake stared at Frank, spitting out snake messages and hissing. Frank stared in horror at the winding snake, slowly getting closer and closer to him.

What should he do now? Back away and escape into the room where the two men were plotting to kill him? They will definitely kill him and silence him.

But if he stayed here, this giant snake would definitely bite him to death.

The snake has crawled to Frank.

What Frank longed for most now was to return to bed with a hot water bottle. The problem was that his legs seemed unwilling to move. He stood there, shivering all over, and tried hard to control himself.

At this time, the cold voice sounded in the room again: "Harris, we have a guest. There is an old Muggle standing in front of the door now."

There were footsteps inside, and Frank had no chance to hide. The door was suddenly opened.

Under the faint light, Frank saw the appearance of the man named Harris.

There were hideous scars on his face, which were so scary that it was hard for anyone to think that the timid voice came from him.

"Invite the guests in, Harris, why don't you be polite?" said a cold voice.

Although Frank was shaking violently, he still clutched his crutches and limped across the threshold.

The fire was the only source of light in the room, and it cast long, spidery shadows on the wall.

There was an old armchair in front of the fireplace, with its back facing him. The cold voice came from behind, but Frank couldn't see the speaker.

But the giant snake just now had crawled over and was entrenched on the tattered carpet in front of the fireplace.

The snake straightened up and was taller than the armchair next to it.

The giant snake stared at Frank eagerly.

Frank entered the room, suddenly emboldened.

Because he knew how dangerous his current situation was, and if he continued to act timid and fearful, there would be absolutely no way to survive.

He said loudly: "I tell you, I have heard all the evil plans you discussed. My wife knows that I am here. If I don't go back, she will call the police. But if you let me go, my body will be broken."

No way, I won’t be able to go to the Great Hangleton Police Station until at least noon tomorrow..."

"Haha..." The cold voice smiled in a low voice, full of ridicule: "Harris, look at how ridiculous this Muggle is. He actually wants to deceive the great Lord Voldemort..."

Frank waved his cane and said angrily: "What the hell Lord Voldemort, you don't even dare to face me, how can you call me a Lord?"

There was an oppressive silence.

"Haha...haha..." A strange wind suddenly blew in the room, and the flames in the fireplace were "whooshing" and swaying.

The cold voice seemed to be extremely angry: "It's interesting, then let me do it...with my own hands...Harris, turn my chair around!"

The servant named Harris groaned and looked sad, as if the last thing he wanted to do was to approach his master.

"Harris! It seems you have forgotten the pain caused by the Dark Mark on your hand again!"

Harris seemed to recall the most painful thing.

He came over with a twisted look on his face and began to turn the armchair.

The chair turned around, and Frank saw what was sitting on the chair.

It looked like a pile of carrion, and the candle demon was melting. It could be vaguely distinguished as a human figure. His face was extremely terrifying, as if it had been fried in a frying pan, and a pair of cold eyes were between the two cracks of rotten flesh.

The crutch in Frank's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He opened his mouth wide, feeling that something was churning in his stomach and he wanted to vomit it out.

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Voldemort was very upset.

His soul escaped from Gringotts and met one of his former followers. Through the Dark Mark, the Death Eaters could not resist him at all.

Therefore, this unlucky Death Eater Harris had to protect Voldemort.

If it were more than ten years ago, Harris would be so excited to be so close to the great Dark Lord that he could not sleep for three days and three nights.

Now, he knows exactly how much Harris dislikes him.

But now, an old Muggle who was about to go to his grave dared to look at him like this.

Disgusting, disgusting, it seems that I have seen the most disgusting thing in the world.

This look deeply hurt Voldemort's fragile glass heart.

He roared: "Damn it! You are just a mere Muggle, how dare you be so disrespectful!"

Voldemort raised his wand, pointed it at the old Frank, and muttered the Unforgivable Curse.

"Whoosh."

Under Frank's horrified gaze, a green light flew towards him.

The next moment, Frank will collapse.

Time seems to slow down.

Voldemort's cruel smile, the fear on Frank's face, the uneasiness and fear on Harris's face...

The green light flew to Frank's forehead.

A white and tender hand suddenly stretched out from the side and stopped in front of Frank.

There was no abruptness at all, it seemed that the hand was already in that position, and the green light took the initiative to go to the palm.

Avada's Kedavra was blocked by that hand, and he held it tightly.

At some point, a boy stood next to Frank, a boy with a gentle smile, and he was the owner of the palm.

"What!" Voldemort and Harris exclaimed.

They couldn't believe their eyes, Avada's Kedavra was actually blocked!

Their expressions now are very funny.

Only then did he notice the sudden arrival.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort yelled, how could he not recognize him.

After his resurrection, the first thing he did was to collect information about Harry Potter.

He was confused for a moment, what was going on?

Harry Potter, how could he have such powerful magic?

Harris hurriedly went to get the wand, but the wand almost fell out of his hand.

Harry flicked his finger at Harris.

A bright red light penetrated Harris's head.

Harris fell to the ground. At the last moment when his eyes became dim, there was only endless regret in Harris's heart.

"How stupid did I have to be to follow Lord Voldemort as a young man? Was being a Death Eater so attractive?"

"And when Voldemort fell, why didn't I stand up and join Dumbledore? Just like Lucius and Snape did. I still have a little bit of luck in my heart, hoping that Voldemort will come back."

"Now that things have happened, I have really brought all the blame on myself, haha..."

Harris, die!

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