v4 Chapter 1： forgotten mansion

The house has been abandoned for a long time.

The hillside mansion was once the most luxurious and imposing building for miles around. This can be seen from its location - looking out from the house, you can see the whole village of Little Hangleton.

However, no matter how luxurious the house is, it cannot resist the erosion of time. Half a century ago, a strange thing happened in this mansion, an unsolved unsolved case. The case was narrated over and over again by the elders in the village and the editors of the foreign newspapers. The content has become extremely absurd and bizarre, but the beginning of the story has not changed: fifty years ago, at the dawn of a summer, a maid walked in. In the living room, I found the owner of the mansion: the three Riddle family had died of anger.

The Riddle family died strangely. There were no signs of injury on the bodies of their family of three. The forensic doctor could not find the cause of their death. They looked healthier than many living people.

The villagers of Little Hangleton believe that the Riddle family's gardener, the eccentric gardener Frank Bryce, killed the Riddles. Everyone has no evidence, but because everyone thinks it is him, the murderer is him.

The Riddle Mansion changed hands twice, but the two families moved out after only a short period of time, because they always found the place very eerie, and the mansion ended up in some unknown In the hands of the rich, he neither lived in nor converted the mansion into other places. He just left the house idle like this - it is said that it is to avoid taxes, and no one can say what taxes can be avoided.

This was a good thing for Frank, who continued to hire Frank as a gardener because of the wealthy tycoon. For an old man of this age, with a back-of-the-ear and a lame leg, it is a blessing and a blessing to have a job that earns a living.

Frank doesn't have any special skills, or his skills are no longer needed in this era. If he wants to write a resume, Frank can only fill in the personal skills column: [Proficient in the operation of Lee Enfield rifle, gardening] two.

Yes, in addition to the identity of "the gardener of the suspected murderer", Frank has another identity: a veteran of World War II.

Frank, who was born in 1917, was born at a somewhat unfortunate timing. There was a little "small friction" in the major European countries, Britain, France, Germany, Austria and Russia, and some physical and chemical communication was carried out on the borders of the countries. Frank's father was drafted into the army, shouting the slogan "end all wars", never to return.

It didn't make much difference to Frank.

As an adult he joined the British Army before catching up with World War II.

He was slightly luckier than his father. This time, the British and French did not have the consciousness to sacrifice 60,000 people for a mile of land.

Luckily for Frank, during the Dunkirk evacuation, he was bruised by the German Stuka in his ear and crippled by the blast, so he could be discharged from the army and stay away from the war. He was also unfortunate. He was discharged from the army, and there was no possibility of regaining his military honor.

Four years later, his comrades set foot on French soil again, all the way to Berlin, and he could only build branches in the Riedel House in the village of Little Hangleton. Subsidies, he was forgotten like this mansion.

Frank is a reliable person. Although the owner of Riddle House never came here to inspect his assets, he still took care of the flower beds of Riddle House and performed his duties as a gardener.

When he was young he fought against the Germans, and when he was old, he fought against the weeds in the garden, and the allies of the weeds were the boys in the village. These boys like to throw rocks at the windows of Riddle House and ride their bikes around the lawn where Frank has worked so hard.

These boys may grow up to be well-dressed lawyers, doctors who save lives, or teachers who teach and educate people, but they were really a bunch of little **** when they were kids. They knew that Frank valued this deserted house and courtyard very much, so they would deliberately do some acts of destruction to attract Frank, waving a cane, limping across the garden and running towards them.

Whenever this happens, they will be very happy, laughing and running away.

So when Frank woke up one night in August and noticed something was happening in the old house, he instinctively thought it was the boys who were coming to him again.

He changed his clothes, took off the spare key of the house, picked up the cane leaning against the wall, and limped into the night...

The uninvited guests in the house are Peter Barty Voldemort and his party, plus the big snake Nagini.

After finding Voldemort in the jungles of Albania, Peter and Batty recreated a small, frail body for Voldemort with Nagini's venom and dirt with unicorn blood, and then the three and one snake began. his own journey.

"The fire is up, Master, there's still the potion in the bottle. If you're still hungry, can you drink a little more?" Peter asked Voldemort, who was stuck in his armchair, after lighting the fire.

"We'll talk about the medicine later. Move me over to the fire, Wormtail!"

After getting close to the fire, Voldemort felt a little more comfortable, and at the same time a little irritability rose in his heart. He never imagined that the great Lord Voldemort was afraid of the cold. He was increasingly dissatisfied with his body.

"Squeeze some Nagini's venom before bed, I need to refuel at night. I'm exhausted on the way."

Wormtail responded, and the room fell silent. Voldemort turned his back to his two servants, watching the fire in the fireplace. The two servants behind him looked strange and looked at each other, as if they were making eye contact.

"Master, the information is accurate," Barty broke the silence. "The Quidditch World Cup is about to be held... That Potter will definitely go."

"Yes, Potter likes Quidditch the most, and he can't possibly miss this event." Wormtail echoed on the side.

Voldemort was silent.

"In my opinion... it's irrational to act rashly during the Quidditch World Cup all the nosy guys at the Ministry of Magic are out." Voldemort's tone was a little impatient.

After a moment of silence, Wormtail gathered up his courage again, "Master, it could have been done without Potter—"

His voice was shaking slightly.

The silence this time was much longer than before.

Voldemort's voice became high-pitched, he seemed to have been trampled on by Wormtail, and he roared angrily.

After venting his anger, Voldemort said coldly, "I won't use anyone else, I use that boy for my own reason..."

Peter and Barty didn't care about the rest. With this sentence, they are very satisfied.

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Today is Mother's Day, everyone remember to send blessings to mom~

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