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Frank was woken up by the pain of that bad leg, and now that he's getting older, the leg hurts even worse. ?????·? Ｋ?ＡＮＳＨＵ·

He got out of bed and limped downstairs into the kitchen, trying to fill the hot water bottle and warm his stiff knees.

He stood by the pool, filling the kettle with water, and as he looked toward Riddle House, he saw a glimmer of light in the upstairs window.

Frank immediately understood what was going on.

Someone had broken into the old house, and the glimmer of light was uncertain, and it was obvious that they were still on fire.

Frank didn't have a phone in his house, and he had developed a deep distrust of the police since he was brought in for interrogation about the Riddles' sudden death.

He quickly put the kettle down, dragged the bad leg, and went back upstairs as quickly as he could, got dressed, and went back to the kitchen. He removed the rusty old key from the hook by the door, picked up the cane leaning against the wall, and stepped into the night.

There is no sign of a forced break-in at the front door of Riddle House, and the windows are intact.

Frank limped to the back of the house, stopped at a door that was almost completely obscured by a creeper, pulled out the old key, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened it silently.

Frank walked into the large, cavernous kitchen, which he hadn't been in in years.

Still, despite the darkness in all directions, he remembered where the door to the hallway was.

He fumbled his way over, and the smell of decay came to his nose.

He pricked up his ears, catching every trace of footsteps or speech above his head.

He came to the hallway, where there was a little light because of the large mullioned windows on either side of the front door. He began to go upstairs, thinking to himself that thanks to the thick dust that had accumulated on the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps and crutches was muffled and undetectable. One????? Read the book?·? ＫＡＮＳＨＵ·

On the landing of the staircase, Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was.

At the top of the hallway, a door opened a crack, and a shimmer of light shot out of the crack, casting an orange-yellow light on the dark floor.

Frank leaned sideways, cautiously approaching little by little, his cane clutched tightly in his hands.

A few steps away from the doorway, he could see the room in a narrow slit.

He saw it now, and the fire was born in the hearth. This came as a surprise to him.

He stopped, pricked up his ears, and heard only a woman's voice coming from the room, which was strange and exciting.

"There's still in the bottle, master, and if you're still hungry, drink a little more. ”

"Stay a minute. Another voice replied.

This time it was a man, but his voice was strangely sharp, and it was as cold as the wind.

Somehow, the sound made the thin hair on the back of Frank's neck stand on end.

"Do you need to move to the fire, master? The woman asked earnestly, as if she couldn't wait to do something.

Frank pressed his right ear to the door, trying to hear better.

There was the clatter of a bottle on something hard, followed by the screeching of a heavy chair as it dragged across the floor.

Frank caught a glimpse of a tall woman, with her back to the door, as if intending to push a chair.

He wore a long black cloak with long black curls of the same color as the cloak, and he couldn't even see the difference if he didn't look closely.

Then, she disappeared again.

"Where's Nagini?" the cold voice asked.

The woman was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't know, I think, it's probably looking around the house......"

Obviously, she didn't pay as much attention to Nagini as she did to this man.

"Before we go to bed, you feed it milk once, Bella. The second voice said, "I still need a meal for the night." I've been exhausted along the way. ”

Frank frowned, pressed his ear to the door again, and listened hard. There was a moment of silence in the room, and then the woman known as Bella spoke again.

"Master, can we really trust those people?"

"Of course," said the chilling voice, "we have to try, and when that plan does work, we can recall more friends as faithful as you." Importantly, they'll send out people so you don't have to bother to rescue more people in Azkaban. ”

"But my master at the Quidditch World Cup, the Aurors are too much for me," the woman's voice was full of hesitation and eagerness to flatter.

Frank reached into his ear with a gnarled finger and spun it a few times.

It must have been too much earwax accumulation, and he actually heard such a strange word as "Quidditch", and he couldn't talk at all.

"Your dear sister and brother-in-law's lovely Malfoys have not said anything so far?" the chilling voice sneered coldly, and then denied his words: "Ah, by the way, such a monster lying in a hospital bed and can't get up, needs you to hold it before it can go anywhere else, of course they will pretend not to hear the news you sent them"

"No, no, they didn't know you were back," the woman screamed in horror, "they happened to be out of the country, and they blamed that girl from the Santeriel family!

"Be quiet, Bella. The cold voice said, "It's a problem, we obviously can't underestimate her, in that journal you brought me, I saw her treacherous and self-righteous, of course, a little strange, but other than that, it's a straw bale with little knowledge, a pseudo-pure-blood filthy Muggle." ”

The woman's sobbing voice faded away, and her emotions calmed down.

After a pause, the other voice said, "It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Frank doesn't pick his ears anymore.

He heard the words "devil", "monster", "pseudo-blood" and "muggle" with unmistakable accuracy.

Obviously, these words all have serious offensive connotations.

As far as Frank knows, the people who can say these words are generally not good people, either racists or outlaws.

Frank gripped his cane tighter and listened more intently.

"Bella, was Rudolphus okay when you came out of prison?"

"Master!" the woman's voice shook, with a hint of obvious disgust, "I don't have time to pay attention to him!"

"You should bring him out too," the second voice hissed, "so that I have one more man!"

"Oh, master, it's my fault!" the woman was visibly flustered, partly because she had misunderstood the other person's meaning, and partly because she was trying to excuse herself: "I—I had planned to do so but the situation was urgent, and that Boggin Bock in Tumbledown Alley was a piece of shit, and he couldn't do anything but bring a cat to his useless Auror relative, Alex! We only had one cat to distract the guards! And so many, so many Dementor owners that would suck a lot of it"

"Shut up," the second voice said softly, "don't make a sound!" Target No. 007- Mobile Reading Network Looking forward to your return at any time