At the doorway, Frank, who overheard all this, looked terrified, his own hand holding the cane was unconsciously soaked with sweat.

The man inside with an invisible, cold voice killed a woman, but when he discussed the matter, his tone was light, as if he had trampled an ant to death, and he didn't take it to heart.

He is a murderer who kills without blinking.

And what else is he going to do - a weak and innocent child named Harry Potter has been targeted by him, and he is going to kill that child...... The situation is very urgent.

Frank knew what he had to do, and although he was determined never to deal with the police again because of the police's distrust of him, he had to go to the police at this time.

Suddenly, with a cold voice, there was a "shhhh

The room fell silent, and the voices of the two men inside could no longer be heard.

There was only the slight sound of a match "crackling".

Frank's heart tightened, and he was about to retreat secretly.

But as soon as he turned around, he was so frightened that he stayed there.

In the dark corridor, a giant snake with colorful patterns, at least four meters long, was poking its head out of the roof, blocking the middle of the road, slowly sliding.

The serpent stared at Frank, spitting out snake letters and hissing, and Frank watched in horror as the serpent snaked as it slowly got closer and closer to him.

What was he going to do now? Retreat and flee into the room where the two men were plotting murder?

But if he stayed here, the serpent would surely bite him to death.

The snake had crawled up to Frank.

What Frank longs for most now is to get back to bed with the hot water bottle, but the problem is that his legs don't seem to move, and he stands there, shivering, trying to control himself.

At this time, the cold voice sounded in the room again: "Harris, we have a guest, and there is an old Muggle standing in front of the door." ”

There was a sound of footsteps inside, and Frank had no chance to hide, and the door was opened.

In the faint light, Frank saw the appearance of the man named Harris.

There were hideous scars on his face, terrifying and terrifying, and it was hard to think that the timid voice came from him.

"Come in, Harris, why don't you know how to be polite. A cold voice said.

Despite trembling all over, Frank clutched his crutches and limped across the threshold.

The fire was the only source of light in the room, casting long, cobweb-like shadows onto the wall.

There was an old armchair in front of the fireplace, with its back to him, and the cold voice came from behind, but Frank couldn't see who was speaking.

And just now the serpent had crawled over and perched on the tattered carpet in front of the fireplace.

The snake straightened up, taller than the armchair next to it.

The serpent stared at Frank with fierce eyes.

Frank entered the room and suddenly became bolder.

Because he knew how dangerous he was now, and if he showed cowardice and fear, there would be no way to live.

He exclaimed, "I tell you, I have heard all the evil plans you have discussed. My wife knows I'm here, and if I don't go back, she'll call the police, but if you let me go, I'm not in good health, and I won't be able to go to the Great Hangleton police station until at least noon tomorrow......"

"Hehe......" The cold voice laughed low, full of mockery, "Harris, look how ridiculous this Muggle is, trying to deceive the great Lord Voldemort......"

Frank waved his cane and said angrily, "What bullshit Lord Voldemort, you don't even dare to face me, this is also called my lord?"

There was a suppressed silence.

"Huh...... Haha......" A strange wind suddenly blew in the house, and the flames in the fireplace "whirred" and crooked.

The cold voice seemed to be extremely angry: "Interesting, then let me do it...... Personally...... Harris, turn my chair around!"

The servant, Harris, groaned and frowned, as if the last thing he wanted to do was to approach his master.

"Harris, it looks like you've forgotten the pain of the Dark Mark on your hand again!"

Harris seemed to recall the most painful thing.

He walked over with a twisted face and began to turn the armchair.

The chair turned, and Frank saw what was sitting on it.

It seemed to be a pile of rotten flesh, a melting candle demon, vaguely distinguishable as a humanoid, his face was terrifying, as if it had been fried in a pan of oil, and a pair of cold eyes were in the two rotten flesh cracks.

The cane in Frank's hand "clicked" and fell to the ground, and he opened his mouth wide, feeling something churning in his stomach and wanting to vomit.

......

Voldemort was irritable.

His soul escaped from Gringotts, and he met one of his former followers, and through the Dark Mark the Death Eaters could not resist him at all.

Therefore, this hapless Death Eater Harris had to protect Voldemort well.

If it had been more than ten years ago, he could have been so close to the great Dark Lord, and Harris could not sleep for three days and three nights in excitement.

Now, he knows how much Harris dislikes him.

But now, an old Muggle who was about to go to the grave dared to look at him like that.

Disgusting, nasty, seems to have seen the most disgusting thing in the world.

This gaze deeply stung Voldemort's fragile glass heart.

He screamed, "Damn! you're just a Muggle, how dare you be so disrespectful!"

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed at the old Frank, chanting the Unforgivable Spell in his mouth.

"Whoosh. ”

A green light flew towards Frank under Frank's horrified gaze.

The next moment, Frank was about to fall.

Time seems to be slowing down.

Voldemort's cruel smile, the fear on Frank's face, the uneasy horror on Harris's face......

The green light flew to Frank's forehead.

A white hand suddenly reached out from the side and stopped in front of Frank.

There was no trace of abruptness, it seemed that the hand was already in that position, and the green light took the initiative to rush to the palm.

The Avada Curse was blocked by that hand, and the hand tightened its grip.

At some point, there was a boy standing next to Frank, a boy with a gentle smile, and he was the owner of his palm.

"What!" exclaimed Voldemort and Harris.

They couldn't believe their eyes, Avada's curse had been blocked!

Their expressions are ridiculous now.

Only then did I notice this sudden arrival.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort yelled, how could he not know him.

After his resurrection, the first thing he did was to collect information about Harry Potter.

He was at a loss for a moment, what the hell was going on?

Harry Potter, how could he have such powerful magic?

Harris scrambled to get his wand, which nearly fell off his hand.

Harry flicked his finger at Harrys.

A bright red light pierced Harris's skull.

Harris fell to the ground, and in the last moment when his eyes darkened, Harris had only endless regret in his heart.

"How stupid was I to follow Voldemort when I was younger, and was being a Death Eater that attractive?"

"And when Voldemort fell, why didn't I stand up and go to Dumbledore? It's a little bit of luck in my heart, and I'm looking forward to Voldemort's comeback. ”

"So far, I'm really to blame, ahaha......"

Harris, pawn!

......