The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The house had been abandoned for a long time.

This hillside house was once the most luxurious and imposing building for miles around. This is evident from its location - the entire village of Little Hangleton can be seen from the house.

However, no matter how luxurious a house is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time. Half a century ago, a strange thing happened in this mansion, an unsolved case that has not yet been solved. The case has been told over and over again by the elders in the village and outside newspaper editors. The content has become extremely absurd and bizarre, but the beginning of the story has never changed: Fifty years ago, on a summer dawn, a maid walked in In the living room, the three owners of the mansion, the Riddle family, were found dead.

The Riddle family died under mysterious circumstances. There were no signs of injury on the bodies of their family of three, and the medical examiner could not find a cause of death. They looked healthier than many living people.

The villagers of Little Hangleton believed that the person who killed the Riddle family was their gardener, the eccentric gardener Frank Bryce. We have no evidence, but because everyone thinks it is him, he is the murderer.

The Riddle Mansion changed hands twice more, but the two families only lived there for a short time before moving out because they always found the place very spooky. The mansion eventually fell into the hands of an unknown person. In the hands of a wealthy man, he neither moved in nor converted the mansion into other places. He just left the house idle like this - it is said that he wanted to avoid taxes, but no one could tell what kind of taxes he was avoiding.

This was a good thing for Frank, because the wealthy man continued to employ Frank as a gardener. For this old man who is deaf and lame, having a job that makes a living is a blessing.

Frank has no special skills, or his skills are no longer needed in this era. If he wanted to write a resume, Frank could only fill in the personal skills column: [Proficient in the operation of the Lee Enfield rifle and gardening] two items.

Yes, in addition to Frank's identity as "the gardener suspected of murdering the murderer", he also has another identity: a veteran of World War II.

Frank was born in 1917. The timing of his birth was a bit unfortunate. There was a little "minor friction" between the major European countries of Britain, France, Germany, Austria and Russia, and some physical and chemical communication was carried out on the borders of each country. Frank's father was drafted into the army, shouting the slogan "End all wars" and never returned.

This made no difference to Frank.

As an adult, he joined the British Army and then caught up with World War II.

He was slightly luckier than his father. This time, neither Britain nor France had the consciousness to sacrifice 60,000 people for one mile of land. His troops retreated all the way from Belgium, and finally retreated to the British Isles by ship at Dunkirk.

Frank was lucky. During the Dunkirk evacuation, his ear was injured by a German Stuka and his legs were blown away, so he could retire from the war and stay away from the war. Unfortunately for him, after he was discharged from the army, there was no possibility of regaining his military honor.

Four years later, his comrades set foot on French soil again and fought all the way to Berlin, but he could only build tree branches at Riddle House in Little Hangleton Village, bearing the brand of "isolated" throughout his life without any honor. Or subsidies, he was as forgotten as the house.

Frank is a reliable man. Although the owner of Riddle House has never come here to inspect his property, he still takes care of the flower gardens of Riddle House seriously and performs his duties as a gardener.

When he was young, he fought the Germans, and when he was old, he had to fight the weeds in the garden. The weeds' allies were the boys in the village. The boys loved throwing rocks at the windows of the Riddle House and riding their bicycles around the lawn that Frank had worked so hard on.

These boys may grow up to be well-dressed lawyers, doctors who save lives, or teachers who educate people, but they were really just a bunch of little bastards when they were young. They knew that Frank valued this abandoned house and courtyard, so they would deliberately make some destructive actions to attract Frank to wave his cane and limp across the garden towards them.

Whenever this happens, they will be very happy, laughing and running away.

So when Frank woke up one night in August and noticed something strange in the old house, he instinctively thought that those boys were coming to trouble him again.

He changed his clothes, took off the spare key to the house, picked up the crutch leaning against the wall, and limped into the night...

The uninvited guests in the house are none other than Peter, Barty, Voldemort and his three men, plus the serpent Nagini.

After finding Voldemort in the jungle of Albania, Peter and Barty used Nagini's venom and soil with unicorn blood to reshape a small, weak body for Voldemort, and then the three of them and one snake began. own journey.

"The fire is up, Master. There is still potion in the bottle. If you are still hungry, can you drink some more?" Peter asked Voldemort who was sunk in the armchair after lighting the fire.

"We'll talk about the medicine later. Move me over to the fire, Wormtail!"

After getting close to the fire, Voldemort felt a little more comfortable, and at the same time, he felt a little irritated. He never imagined that the great Lord Voldemort was actually afraid of the cold. He became increasingly dissatisfied with his body.

"Squeeze some Nagini's venom before going to bed. I need to replenish my strength at night. This journey has exhausted me."

Wormtail responded, and then the room fell into silence. Voldemort turned his back to his two servants and stared at the fire in the fireplace. The two servants behind him looked at each other strangely and seemed to be communicating with their eyes.

"Master, the information is accurate," Barty broke the silence, "The Quidditch World Cup will be held soon... That Potter will definitely go."

"Yes, Potter loves Quidditch the most. There is no way he will miss this event." Wormtail agreed from the side.

Voldemort was silent.

"In my opinion...it is irrational to rush into action during the Quidditch World Cup. All those nosy guys from the Ministry of Magic are out." Voldemort's tone was a little impatient.

After a moment of silence, Wormtail summoned up his courage again, "Master, we can do it without Potter -"

His voice was trembling slightly.

The silence this time was much longer than before.

Voldemort's voice became high-pitched, and he seemed to have been stepped on by Wormtail, so he roared angrily.

After venting his anger, Voldemort said coldly: "I will not use anyone else. I use that boy for my own reasons..."

Peter and Barty didn't care about the rest. With this sentence, they were very satisfied.

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