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Outside in the hallway, Frank suddenly realizes that his hand clutching his cane is soaked with sweat. The man inside killed a woman. They talked about it without the slightest remorse — in a joking tone. This man is dangerous - an outlaw. He's still planning to kill more people - the boy, named Harry Potter, who I don't know who - is in danger right now-

Frank knew what he had to do. At this time, you have to find the police. He was going to sneak out of the old house and go straight to the phone booth in the village...... But the cold voice spoke again, and Frank stayed where he was, as if frozen, and listened with great concentration.

"Kill one more person...... Harry Potter is doomed.... That's it.... There's not much to say..... I seem to hear Nagini's voice......"

At this point, the second man's voice changed, and he made something Frank had never heard before; He hissed and purred without stopping his breath. Frank thinks he must be sick.

Just then, Frank heard movement in the dark hallway behind him. He turned to look at it, and immediately frightened to stay there.

Something slid across the dark hallway floor towards him. As the thing approached the glow of the fireplace that shot out of the crack in the door, he was horrified to find that it was a giant serpent, at least twelve feet long. Frank was stunned and stood there watching its undulating body, leaving a sinking, wide trail in the thick dust of the floor, slowly getting closer and closer—what was he going to do? If he wanted to escape, he could only escape into the room where the two men were plotting murder, but if he stayed where he was, the snake would have bitten him to death—

Before he could make up his mind, the serpent was already in front of him, and then magically, uncannyly, slid past. It heeded the cold hiss and purr behind the door, and seconds later, its diamond-patterned tail vanished through the crack in the door.

By this time, Frank was already oozing sweat beads on his forehead, and his hand holding the cane was shaking. In the room, the cold voice continued to hiss, and Frank suddenly had a strange idea, a ridiculous idea...... This man can talk to snakes.

Frank didn't understand what all this was all about. Now all he longs for most is to go back to bed with a hot water bottle. The problem is that his legs don't seem to move. He stood there, trembling. He struggled to keep himself under control. At this moment, the cold voice suddenly spoke again.

"Nagini brings back interesting news." The voice said.

“？”

"According to Nagini, there's an old Muggle who is standing outside this room right now, listening to us word for word."

Frank had no chance of hiding.

"Come in! Old and immortal! ”

The sound came from the old armchair in front of the fireplace, but Frank couldn't see who was talking. And the snake was already entrenched on the tattered carpet in front of the fireplace, like imitating a pug, and it looked very hideous.

The door opened automatically, and Frank entered. Frank, trembling all over, clutched his crutches and limped across the threshold.

The hearth fire was the only source of light in the room, casting long, cobweb-like shadows onto the walls. Frank stared at the back of the armchair, the person sitting in it seemed so small that Frank couldn't even see the back of his head.

The other, however, saw nothing, except that there was a shadow in the room, like the reflection of a man.

"Did you hear everything, Muggle?" The voice asked.

"What do you call me?" Frank said forcefully that now that he had entered the room and had to take action, he had become emboldened. This is often the case on the battlefield.

"I call you a Muggle," the voice said coldly, "that is, you're not a wizard. ”

"I don't know what you mean by wizard." Frank said his voice was getting more and more steady, "All I know is that what I heard tonight was enough to get the police interested." You've killed people, and you're planning to kill more! I'll tell you," he said, with a sudden inspiration, "my wife knows I'm here, and if I don't go back—"

"You don't have a wife," the voice said slowly, "and no one knows you're here." You didn't tell anyone you were here. Muggles, don't lie to Lord Voldemort, he knows everything...... Knowing everything......"

"What did you say?" Frank said rudely, "My lord, huh?" Hmph, I don't think you're very good, my lord! Why don't you turn your face to me like a man? ”

"Because I'm not a man, Muggle," said the cold voice, low and almost muffled by the crackling of the fire, "I'm much better than a man." But...... All right! I'll just face you and ......, hey, can you turn my chair around." ”

Voldemort's last words seemed to be in a polite and pleading tone, which seemed unbelievable to him who had always liked to direct people.

"Say please." Another voice replied.

"Hmm! All right.... Please help me. Voldemort held his breath for a long time and uttered the words.

The shadow moved, as if a finger was pointing in the air, and the handchair spun automatically. As the legs hit the carpet, the serpent raised its ugly triangular head and hissed slightly.

Now that the chair was facing Frank, he saw what was sitting inside. The crutches fell to the ground with a clatter. He opened his mouth and let out a terrible cry. He shouted too loudly to hear what the guy in the chair said as he lifted a stick, and never to hear it again. A flash of green light flashed, and a whooshing sound rang out, sending Frank Bryce to the ground. He was dead before he fell to the ground. Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter awoke from his dream.

He gasped heavily, sweating, and his hand was on his forehead, and the scar was very painful at this time.

"Kill a man who is already very old and weak....."

At this moment, the shadow finally spoke, with a tone of extreme disdain in his voice.

"You're really cheap enough to call yourself the Dark Lord!"

"Humph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, but when he thought that he had something to ask of him, he was silent, although he was holding his breath for now.

Shadow's hand moved again, and a purple edge appeared next to Frank's corpse, then swallowed him like a swamp.

Nagini was a little restless, afraid of the purple mass, and Voldemort gasped.

Because, Rao is the black lord himself, and he is also afraid of the purple thing..... (To be continued.) )