The days of drawing cards at Hogwarts

That house has been abandoned for a long time.

This hillside house was once the most luxurious and elegant building for miles around. This can be seen from its location - looking out from the house, you can see the entire

Little Hangleton Village.

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 was revealed by the elders in the village and the outside newspaper editor.

Telling it over and over again, the content has become extremely absurd and bizarre, but the beginning of the story has never changed: Fifty years ago, at dawn one summer day, a maid walked into the living room and discovered that the owners of the mansion were the three members of the Riddle family.

Already dying of anger.

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

The villagers of Little Hangleton all believed that the person who killed the Riddle family was their gardener, the eccentric gardener Frank Bryce. They had no evidence, but because everyone thought it was him, he was 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 lived in nor converted the mansion into other places. He just left the mansion idle - it is said that it was to avoid taxes, but no one could tell what kind of taxes he could avoid.

For Frank, this is a good thing, because the wealthy tycoon continues to employ Frank as a gardener. For this old man who is deaf and lame, having a job to make a living is a blessing.

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

】Two items.

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

Frank was born in 1917. The timing of his birth was a little unlucky. There was a little friction between the big European countries of Britain, France, Germany, Austria and Russia, and some physical and chemical communication was carried out on the borders of the countries. Frank's father was recruited.

Enlisted in the army, chanted the slogan "End all wars", and never returned.

This had no effect on Frank.

As an adult he joined the British Army and then fought in 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 evacuation of Dunkirk, he was injured by a German Stuka and his leg was lame. Therefore, he could retire from the war and stay away from the war. He was also unfortunate. After he was retired, he would never see him again.

There is no possibility of regaining military honor.

Four years later, his comrades set foot on French soil again, fighting all the way to Berlin, while he could only build branches at Riddle House in Little Hangleton Village, bearing the brand of "isolated" throughout his life, without any honor or honor.

Subsidy, he was as forgotten as this 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. Their allies were the boys in the village. These boys liked to throw stones at the windows of Riddle House and ride bicycles. He was riding his bicycle across the lawn where Frank had put so much effort into.

These boys may grow up to be well-dressed lawyers, doctors who save lives, or teachers who educate people, but when they were young, they were really a bunch of little bastards. They knew that Frank valued this abandoned house and yard, so they would do it deliberately Some destructive actions attracted Frank, waving his cane, limping across the garden and running 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 were none other than Peter, Barty, Voldemort and his entourage, 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. 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, why don't 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 more and more 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, as if they were looking at each other. Communicate with 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 remained silent.

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

After Wormtail was silent for a moment, he mustered 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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