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

There is no external force to guide them, as if it were their own spontaneous behavior, and they completely forget that they have just reached the end of the story.

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

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

......

More than 50 years ago, Riddle House was still in grandeur.

A very ordinary summer day.

A maid from Riddle's House walks into the living room, only to find that all three of Riddle's family are cold corpses.

The maid screamed and ran out of the drawing-room, out of Riddle's House, and into the village, as if it was the popularity of the village that would keep her steady.

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

When the villagers gathered around, the maid was incoherent and said in shock, "Dead! All dead! They are still wearing the clothes they wore yesterday's dinner, and their eyes are wide open, and they can't see if they die!"

After the police arrived, the villagers of Little Hangleton were completely boiling.

They waited in amazement and curiosity for the results of the police's investigation, and none of them showed a sad expression, and if it weren't for the fear of being suspected by the police, they almost laughed out loud.

Who would grieve for a family like that?

The old couple was rich and snobbish, and looked down on the rest of the village, and liked to point at their noses and scold.

And their son, who had an even worse temper, was even worse than his parents.

Even the dogs in the village, when they heard of the death of the Riddle family, excitedly chased their tails and spun in circles, "whooping and whining" and barking.

Then the villagers began to pay attention to who the killer was, and they did not believe that the three healthy people died a normal death, they must have been murdered.

That night.

All the liquor in the Hanged Man's Tavern is out of stock.

Because almost the entire village was crowded into this little tavern, the counters almost collapsed.

They had a lively discussion about the murder.

To make them even more excited, a servant from Riddle House showed up at the bar.

She's the cook at Riddle's House.

Under the gaze of at least dozens of men around - the cook must have rarely had this kind of experience, she was a little proud, first drank a glass of wine, sold a pass, and whetted the appetite of the people around her, so that a big news broke out without hurrying.

"After the police investigated, they arrested Frank Bryce first," she said. ”

This sentence says a lot.

"Oh my God, it's Frank with the broken leg. ”

"The gardener of Riddle House. ”

"I'll just say he's wrong, look. ”

"From the first time I saw him, I didn't like him, his eyes were so fierce. ”

"It must have been because the family laughed at him for his disability and angered him, and he retaliated......"

The people in the tavern rushed to buy wine for the cook, and they looked at the cook longingly, hoping that she could say something more detailed.

The cook was so pleased with these glances that she had to think that she was the most jealous Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor girl in all of England.

So she said what she knew about Frank Bryce: "Bryce has always been weird, in Riddle Manor, everyone doesn't want to deal with him, because he is cold, even if he asks him for a cup of tea, he has to say it a hundred times before he agrees, and he still doesn't want to." ”

"If you want me to say...... He is...... I mean...... If, if Frank Bryce was the murderer, that he brutally killed his employer, it wouldn't be surprising if the police came to such a conclusion, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Someone nodded in agreement.

"I've heard that there's a disease called post-traumatic stress syndrome, and people who have fought in the war have this disease, and their brains are somewhat abnormal. A man grinned and pointed to his head.

A woman standing next to the bar hesitated: "This ...... Frank had fought in brutal wars, and he was a man who liked calm, so it's unlikely he could be......"

The cook's eyes widened, as if someone had violated her authority, and she cried out, "God, who is the servant of the Riddle House? Who knows him better than I do?"

"And, last night, there was no sign of destruction in the house, and someone broke in. There was only one key to the back door, which hung in the gardener's cabin. It must have been Frank who used the key to sneak into the house while we were all asleep, and then ......"

Under a kind of wordless pressure, the woman who had just argued for Frank muttered, "Maybe......"

The villagers silently exchanged glances, and a consensus emerged.

A drunken drunk at the bar said, "I've always hated Frank, and I suggested that old Riddle be his gardener, but he wouldn't listen, hehe, now disaster has happened...... If he had listened to me, would he have been able to do what happened today?"

An ugly woman in the corner said excitedly: "Remember, Dot, I've told you countless times, Frank is so scary, I just stole one of his peaches, and he's going to chase me with a sickle." ”

The man she called Dott nodded vigorously: "That's right, he has a terrible temper, once ......"

......

Everyone in Little Hangton has decided that Frank Bryce murdered Riddle's family.

To their disappointment, however, Frank was released from the gloomy and dimly lit police station in the neighboring town of Greater Hangleton.

They couldn't believe it.

So I asked someone to inquire and found out some inside information.

Frank was in the police station and kept saying that the killer was not him, that he had seen a boy with a pale face who looked suspiciously near Riddle House.

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

But when the Riddles' autopsy report came out, Frank jumped out of the grim situation that was not good for him.

The medical examiner handed the police a strange report.

After the autopsy, none of the Riddle family were injured by poison, sharp weapons, pistols, or suffocation, and they were in good health and there was nothing abnormal about them.

It's just a simple death.

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

The forensic doctor said helplessly: "All I can think of is that the Grim Reaper came to them and drained their souls......"

Later, because there is no evidence that the Riddles were murdered, Frank is naturally not suspected of murder.

The police let Frank go.

To the villagers' surprise and suspicions, Frank Bryce actually returned to his cabin at Riddle House as if nothing had happened.

......

In 1944, in the Tavern of the Hanged Man, the whole story was told again to a boy they could not see.

An old woman with a hooked nose and a wrinkled face cursed in a hoarse voice: "We all know that Frank is the murderer, he killed the Riddles, the police? ”

"If Frank had the slightest self-knowledge, he should have left Little Hangleton instead of staying at Riddle House!" said the old woman resentfully.

Who is this old woman?

She was the cook lady in Riddle House, convincing the whole of Little Hangleton that Frank was the author of the murderer.

Why did she become so resentful of Frank?

Because she had long since been fired from the house, and Frank, whom she thought was the murderer, had been hired by every new owner, with a salary that made most of the villagers of Little Hangelton jealous.

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

He doesn't live here, and he doesn't plan to use the house for other purposes, and he says that the role of the house is to carry out some "property transfer", which we don't understand and don't dare to ask. ”

"But what the hell did Frank go, and the rich man didn't even ask, and went ahead and paid Frank to be a gardener, saying that as long as the house didn't fall into ruins, he left!" said one of them, jealously.

There was a chorus of echo.

At this time, a childish but loud voice spoke: "I don't think Frank is a bad person. ”

Everyone frowned.

I saw a blonde girl of seven or eight years old, standing in front of the counter, looking up at the adults.

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

"Hey......" laughed in the tavern.

The little girl is the tavernkeeper's youngest daughter.

Someone shook the barrel glass, looked at the tavern keeper jokingly, and did not speak, but the meaning of the ridicule of the tavern keeper was overflowing: Tsk, your tutor doesn't seem to be very good.

The tavernkeeper's face turned red, and the old guys' eyes were more uncomfortable than knives.

He yelled in annoyance, "Alice, who told you to interject, get out of here!"

The little girl named Alice was frightened by her father's appearance, and she walked to the side 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 blush slightly, and asked suspiciously, "Are you from Big Hangleston?" ”

The big boy was slightly stunned and smiled, "Can you see me?"

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

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

"Giggles, liar......" The little girl couldn't help but laugh, "My name is Alice, what about you?"

The older boy groaned and said, "My name is Harry Potter." ”

So saying, he stood up.

After listening to 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 just a few words, and she said regretfully, "Are you leaving?"

Harry didn't expect to meet a little Muggle girl with a talent for magic.

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

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

"Hmm. Harry nodded.

He took off a bronze button from his cuff.

In an instant, a rainbow of light burst from between Harry's fingers, and invisible magic surged out, blowing the little girl's blonde hair into the air.

The entire dimly lit tavern was filled with brilliant light.

The little girl forgot to breathe, and she first looked at the adults around her as if asking for help, but saw that their faces were covered with light, but she seemed to not see, and continued to speak.

The little girl looked at Harry's hand curiously, fearfully, shockedly, and excitedly.

Slowly, the light faded.

It was dark again in the tavern.

Under the little girl's fearful gaze, Harry placed the metal button in the palm of her soft hand.

"When you're eleven years old, come to Hogwarts......"

"You ......," the little girl wanted to say something.

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

That amazing big boy is gone.

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