Night.

Riddle House covered in vines.

Frank, who had just fallen asleep, woke up.

Because he noticed some unusual movement in the house.

He thought it was the mischievous boys in the village who had come to torture him again.

It is normal for him to have this kind of thought, because under the subtle influence of the last two generations in the village, the children in the village are trying to tease him as a "murderer".

He was approaching his seventy-seventh birthday this year, and his ears were not very sensitive, and if it weren't for the quiet night, he wouldn't have heard the sound of rustling in the house at all.

And his bad leg is even more serious, he can still support it slightly when he was young, but then he is completely stiff, and he is cumbersome to walk.

When the weather is nice, Frank works slowly in the flower garden, and although the weeds are creeping around him, he can't stop it.

But weeds, Frank is easy to deal with, but the children who torture him are not easy to deal with.

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 and ran over it.

Sometimes, because they bet with each other, they even break into the old mansion and wreak havoc, and they know that old Frank is so devoted to caring for the house and garden that it is almost more important than his life.

At last it was Frank limping through the garden, brandishing his cane, shouting at them in a hoarse voice, angrily driving them away.

When the boys saw him thunderous but helpless, they would giggle and deliberately stand far away and say ugly things to scold him, and sing ballads:

"Lame Frank"

"His heart is more venomous than a snake"

"On the night of that red moon"

"He brutally killed his master"

"Lalalala......"

Thinking of these things, Frank said angrily, "I have to catch you little devils today and go to your parents and ask them properly." ”

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

He stood by the pool, filling the water bag with water, and as he looked up at Riddle House, he saw a glimmer of light from one of the windows upstairs.

Frank immediately understood what was going on. The boys had broken into the old house again, and the glimmer of light was uncertain, and it was evident that they had lit a fire!

Frank feared that the situation would not be out of control—like a fire that had burned down the house, and he quickly put the kettle down, and he didn't care to warm his legs, so he dragged the bad leg back upstairs as best 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 wondered slightly, how did those bear children get in? Could it be over the wall? But the wall is so high.

He limped to the back of the house, stopped at a gate that was almost completely obscured by creepers, took out the old key, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened it silently.

Frank walked into the large, cavernous kitchen, which was the place where Riddle's master cooked, and naturally it was not comparable to the small kitchen he used, he hadn't been in for many years.

It was pitch black, but he was familiar with the house, and even if he couldn't see it clearly, he still felt the door to the hallway from memory and feeling.

He groped his way over, and the smell of decay came to his nose. He pricked up his ears and caught every trace of footsteps or speech in the attic overhead.

He came out into the hallway, where there was a little light coming in because of the large lings 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.

He must catch the rabbits this time, hit them on the head with a cane, and dare to make a fire in the dry attic in the middle of the night.

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

At the end of the hallway, a crack opened in a door, 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.

I guessed who was here today, whether it was Dort's family or Ian's family or Mike's family, or they came together.

He stopped a few paces away from the doorway, where he could already see the narrow slit in the room.

To his surprise, the flame was lit in the fireplace, unlike the one he expected the bear child to light a fire on the wooden floor.

He pricked up his ears and began to listen to the voices inside.

Only the voices of two grown men in the room were heard instead of children.

A voice looked timid, timid, and afraid: "There is still a potion in the bottle, master, do you want to drink a little more, after all, you are ...... So weak. ”

The other voice was also a male voice, the voice was sharp and strange, as cold as the cold wind, and listening to this voice, the cold hairs on the back of Frank's neck stood up.

"Wait a minute, move me to the fireplace, Harris." ”

Frank moved closer, his eyes pressed against the crack in the door.

A man who was neither tall nor low, with his back to the door, was pushing a heavy chair with a screeching grinding sound. The man wore a long pitch-black cloak.

But Frank didn't see the feet hanging down from the chair, nor did he see the top of his head peeking out of the chair. Could he be a dwarf?

The cold voice said, "Where's Nagini?"

The man named Harris shook a little, and seemed frightened, and he said nervously, "I...... I didn't pay attention, master, it probably wandered around the house. ”

The cold voice said, "Feed Nagini some food at night." We've been all the way here, and don't bother me when I rest and recover. ”

Harris asked cautiously, "Master, I have a question...... How long are we going to stay in this little place?"

The cold voice said, "At least two months, this place is not bad, quiet, safe. It's stupid to be active in the run-up to the Quidditch World Cup. ”

"Ah......h

"Idiot, at this time, wizards from all over the world are pouring into this country, and those guys from the Ministry of Magic will definitely all be dispatched to check all suspicious people and maintain law and order, and they are afraid that Muggles will notice the existence of the wizarding world. ”

"And, the most unexpected thing is that Dumbledore's old immortal has become the Minister for Magic! we should be more cautious!" the cold voice was gnashing of teeth.

Frank plucked his ears hard, what did he hear?

"Quidditch", "Muggle" is not a word at all.

There are also words with mysterious meanings such as "Ministry of Magic" and "Wizard", and as far as Frank knows, there are only two kinds of people who speak code words: undercover and criminals.

And he believed that these two people were by no means good people.

Frank clutched his crutches tightly, listening more intently.

Harris plucked up courage and said, "Master...... Why do you have to Harry Potter in your plans?"

"If it's any other wizard, young or old, I can help you get it back. ”

The cold voice was silent for a long time, and said, "Other wizards, huh...... Harris, do you want to finish your work with me? You must be bored and disgusted by the way I look, right?"

"The host...... I don't, my loyalty to you is evident in the world......"

"Shut up!"

"Have you forgotten to never lie in front of me?!"

"I've always understood what you think...... When I found you, I asked you to protect me, and you resented me in your heart all the way, hated me for separating you from your wife and children, and hated me for pulling you into hiding again...... You don't even dare to look me in the eye......"

Harris trembled and said, "No, Merlin is above, I just want to follow you to the death......"

"You dare to lie to me!" the cold voice growled.

"You're so cowardly, you're scared to death when you hear that I'm targeting Dumbledore's well-protected Harry Potter, you don't dare go against the Ministry of Magic. ”

"I told you that Harry Potter's flesh and bones, blood, are the best materials for me to recover my strength, and I won't consider anyone else at all!"

"When I saw you so frightened, I even missed Wormtail's stinky rat, who was timid but grovelled to me. ”

"Master, Wormtail is dead. Harris reminded unhappily.

There was a hint of regret in the cold voice: "I know...... It's a pity, I didn't expect me to be resurrected, but the worm tail that had been hiding for more than ten years died......"

"Harris, plans aren't going to change. It was only after we tortured Bertha Jorkins to death that we got the important information out of her mouth that gave me this plan, hehe, who would have thought that...... Dumbledore thought it was time to restart the thing that had been suspended for hundreds of years......"

"This is our chance, otherwise, it's hard to wait until Harry Potter disappears from the public eye, and there aren't so many people around him......"

Harris said with some smugness: "Master, Bertha Jorkins was caught by me, I ......"

"Shhhh——!h

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