As the summer vacation passed, Vio gradually got used to going to the third floor, and since she hadn't been carrying the dragon key with her, she spent this time almost uneventful, except for the occasional strange spell. Ranwen ?ena'com

The day of the Quidditch World Cup was approaching, and Vio received a letter from Draco early in the morning.

The letter greeted Vio's IQ as usual, her height, and a few other things that would make Draco happy.

Later, when Vio was so angry that he was about to throw away the letter, the tone of the letter became friendly again, and politely asked her if she was doing well and if she missed some people, which made her embarrassed to put aside the letter and not read it.

Draco traveled to the North Pole with Lucius and Narcissa this summer, where he met some Eskimo wizards and Eskimo wizards got along with the local Muggles very naturally.

Therefore, Draco and they had the patience to come into contact with Muggles, and if they really wanted to trace back to their origins, a large part of the Malfoy family's fiefs and possessions were actually given by Muggle kings, and they were naturally good at socializing. So, it's not that hard to fit in.

Reading between the lines of the letter, it was clear that Draco was doing well there, befriending some of the Muggle fishermen's children and learning skills from them that he had never thought of before.

Like fishing, building an igloo without magic, and driving a reindeer through a shattered ice floe.

The letter was long, almost four pages of parchment, and even so, Draco's final tone seemed unfinished:

Santriel, this is really a very pleasant place, and we might as well think about it, a fool like you came here and then became a wonderful, fascinating person, of course, it may be a bit difficult, after all, such a high standard should not be placed on your barren spiritual world and imagination.

You may not be able to imagine it, but if you are willing to come and try it, the truth will be in front of you.

If you want, I can ask my mom and dad for permission right away, and I'll pick you up myself.

Remember to reply.

This is almost the end of the text, except that the letter is accompanied by a few very nice photos.

It's strange that the photo is in color, the colors are very vibrant, and the aurora is extremely gorgeous.

Auroras of various shapes clearly jumped, flickered, and even cheered in the photo, and at the bottom of the photo, the slender and straight back that had been facing the aurora finally turned around and smiled brightly at Vio.

The silver-blue-gray eyes were instantly filled with colorful light, and they were beautiful.

Vio couldn't help but smile stupidly at the photo, the anger that had been ridiculed before vanished, and there was a hint of sweetness in his chest that he didn't even notice but really existed.

In retrospect, Vio thought it was strange that the Wizarding Developer Potion produced photos were generally very dull in color, not so clear at all, and there was no sound, but the photos sent by Draco were almost equivalent to a compressed video, and they had their own projection function.

What's going on?vio felt he had time to ask him.

By the way, Vio remembered that smile and suddenly felt the urge to immediately ask if Mr. and Mrs. Santrill could go out.

It's just that the Santrill couple haven't come back so soon after going out for socializing, and she thinks about it, thinking that she can still do one thing to pack her luggage for the North Pole in advance.

However, when she returned to her room, she saw the box that she had brought back from school standing in the corner, and suddenly she thought of something.

She quickly opened her case and found the small box that had previously contained Riddle's diary.

The moment he saw the box, Vio subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, she opened the box with a bang.

It was empty.

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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.

The villagers of Little Hangleton agreed that the old house was "weird and scary."

Half a century ago, a bizarre and terrible thing happened here, and until now, the elders of the village like to talk about it when they have nothing else to talk about.

This story has been told over and over again, and many places have been added to it, so no one can say for sure what the truth is.

However, each version of the story begins in the same way: Fifty years ago, when Riddle was still well-managed and extraordinary, a maid walked into the living room at the dawn of a sunny summer day to find Riddle's family of three dead.

The maid screamed all the way down the hill and into the village, trying to wake up the villagers.

"They're all lying down, their eyes wide open, they're cold, they're still dressed for dinner!"

The police were called, and the whole village of Little Hangleton was immersed in surprise and curiosity, and the villagers tried to hide their excitement, but without success.

No one wasted their efforts and pretended to be sad for the Driel family, who were very popular in the village.

The old couple is rich, but they are snobbish and rude, and their adult son, Tom, is even worse than his parents.

The villagers were concerned about who the murderer wasObviously, it was impossible for three people who appeared to be very healthy to die of natural causes at the same time on the same night.

The next morning, in the town of Little Hangleton, in the dim, gloomy police station, Frank 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.

Just when the situation was extremely dire for Frank, the Riddles' autopsy report returned, and the situation was reversed at once.

The police have 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 Riddle family of three appeared to be healthy, except for a little, 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 policeman said, who had ever heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?

Since there was no evidence that the Riddles were murdered, the police had to release Frank.

The Riddles were buried in the church cemetery of Little Hangleton, and for some time afterward, their graves were the subject of curious attention.

To everyone's surprise and suspicion, Frank Bryce actually returned to his cabin in the Riddle House garden.