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"I don't think I did. Malfoy said calmly.

"I don't agree, how can there be homework on Christmas and go so far away, you say, you didn't arrange it by your giant teacher. Narcissa slapped the mahogany dining table hard. "I'm going to get your father to fire him, it's hard to imagine Hogwarts willing to hire a murderer as a teacher. ”

"Oh, Mother, he's just a janitor now. Malfoy explained slowly. "It's just an assignment in Potions class, it's not a hard and fast rule, but shouldn't your son be the best? Any task deserves to be done perfectly, doesn't it?" Malfond added after a pause, "The Potions teacher's name is Severus Snape, and you should know him." ”

"Snape. Narcissa pronounced the name once. "It seems that I have done things with your father, but I still don't agree. Narcissa said after a moment's thought. "Are you willing to leave your mother alone at home for Christmas?" said Narcissa, as if she were about to squeeze some tears out of her eyes.

Malfoy was momentarily speechless.

"I'm back. Suddenly, a middle-aged man's somewhat gloomy voice came from the marble fireplace.

"Mother, I think there is still a father with you now. Malfoy's tone couldn't help but be tinged with joy.

"I was not there when I should have been, and I came back when I shouldn't. Compared to Malfoy, Narcissa's tone was very bad.

Lucius, who was in the dust, apparently not understanding the situation, seemed confused, and went to the table to sip honey tea, and then Malfoy explained it to him.

"The Malfoys are not reckless, but they are not lacking in courage either. Lucius turned to Malfoy and said, "Of course Daddy has your back. ”

"I think back then, so did I..." and then he showed a look of nostalgia, as if he remembered his student days.

"That's enough, I'm not unaware of your. Narcissa was in a bad mood right now, so she used Lucius, who was about to reminisce, as a punching bag.

Lucius, who was interrupted, smiled awkwardly and stopped, obviously not wanting to argue with Narcissa, who was angry.

In the words of the TC people, it is: "Why bother with the big festival?"

After lunch, Malfoy said goodbye to his parents and began his day's trip.

Before he left, he went to a Muggle market and bought a few cow bones, not knowing what to do with them.

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The villagers of Little Hangleton still refer to the house as "Riddle House", even though the Riddles have not lived here for many years. The house is located on a hillside with a view of the whole village. Several windows of the house were sealed, the roof tiles were broken, and creepers crawled all over the house with their teeth and claws. Riddell House, once a beautiful mansion and the most spacious and imposing building within a few miles radius, is now damp, desolate, and uninhabited for many years.

And today the house welcomed a small guest, with light blonde hair and a black pocket in his hand.

Malfoy walked along the wide road, and a few good villagers asked him where he was going, and it was curious to know that any new face appeared in such a small village. When Malfoy said his destination, the faces of every villager who asked him changed. Apparently they had the impression that the house had an eerie and intimidating feeling. The murder 50 years ago was enough to leave a deep impression on these little villagers.

After the persuasion failed, the villagers shook their heads and left helplessly, very puzzled by the boy's behavior, because no one wanted to go near the desolate house.

Except for Frank, he is the caretaker of the house, a gardener.

Fifty years ago, he was the biggest suspect, he went to war, and the villagers speculated that he was mentally abnormal, so they murdered the Riddle family.

The police also think he is seriously suspicious and take him back to the police station, where Frank flatly denies the accusations and stubbornly repeats over and over again that he is innocent. On the day the Riddles died, he said, the only person he saw near the house was a teenage boy he didn't know, with dark hair and a pale face. No one else in the village had ever seen such a boy, and the police believed that it was made up by Frank out of thin air.

But the autopsy report left the police at a loss, and the police had never seen a more bizarre report. A team of doctors examined the body and concluded that no one in the Riddle family had been injured by poison, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor had they been suffocated or strangled. In fact, (the report goes on in a tone of obvious bewilderment), the Riddles all three appeared to be healthy—except for one point, when they all died. The doctors had noticed (as if they were determined to find something wrong with the corpses) that everyone in the Riddle family had a look of horror on their faces—but, as the already helpless cops said, who had ever heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?

Frank was released.

To make it even more astonishing, he was back in his cabin in the Riddle House garden.

The new owner of the mansion did not live here, nor did he use the mansion for any purpose, as if to make some fuss about taxes? However, the wealthy homeowner continued to pay Frank to work as a gardener.

"Knock knock. There was a knock at the door of the house.

Frank slowly stood up from the chair in the courtyard, and limped to the gate with his crutches, perhaps from the dark wounds left on the battlefield, or perhaps because he was old, one of his legs was very weak, and he had to rely on crutches to help him walk.

As he walked, Frank wondered who would come to the house.

"Surely it won't be those little ghosts, they're not that polite. Frank thought to himself. The boys in the village always liked to throw stones at the windows of Riddle House. Frank struggled to keep the grass level, but they rode their bikes on it. On one or two occasions, they broke into the old house in order to bet with each other.

He believed that the boys tortured him because they, like their parents and grandparents, thought he was a murderer.

The door slowly opened, and the old door made an unbearable grinding sound against the ground.

"Oh, kid, what is the matter with you coming here. After opening the door, Frank saw a strange boy, with a pale face and light blonde hair, which was different from the feeling given to him by those little ghosts, and he thought that this child was very temperamental, and when he looked at Malfoy, he seemed to recall the pale, black-haired child of the past.

"Get some sleep, sorry. Malfoy whispered, then raised his wand. "Faint!" A red flash of fire shot out from the tip of the staff and struck Frank.

His body slowly collapsed on the lawn, and then he lost consciousness.