Chapter 138: Frank's Life

布莱 Frank Bryce was a veteran of World War I.
He was lucky to only catch the tail of the final victory, which made him not forget his corpse on the battlefield like his father.
他 Before his mother passed away due to excessive grief, she twirled her skinny arm and told Frank that it was the most important thing in her life.
However, he was stubborn, but he hoped to get revenge on his father.
Ye Ke is still that sentence, he was lucky.
他 When he returned from the battlefield, the war brought him only a stiff leg, and extreme aversion to the crowd and noise.
Is your father's hate counted?
This question, Frank never found the answer.
Since then, he decided to listen to his mother and go to a normal job, and live a good life safely.
At this time, in his hometown, the rich Riddle's family was just looking for a hired gardener.
This couldn't have been better for him-he could stay away from the noisy crowd without having to be so sloppy. He believes that this must be the job that suits him best.
To be honest, the Riddles are really a good match, because they are both annoying.
But this has nothing to do with Frank, he doesn't care if the salary is too much. All he wanted was to live his smooth life-this was his mother's last wish.
But one day, nearly five years later, the owner's family died inexplicably at home. Frank, who was living in Riddle's house and was the only one alive, was taken away by police as a suspect.
The villagers immediately started to talk about it. After all, this kind of topic will always become a pastime after the tea.
Just when the situation was extremely severe for Frank, the autopsy report of the Riddle's family returned, and suddenly turned the whole situation.
The police officer said that he had never seen a more weird autopsy report than this.
None of the Riddle's family was harmed by poison, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor were they smothered or strangled.
In fact, the report was clearly written in a confused tone: The Riddles' three families looked healthy—except for one point, they all lost their breath.
The forensics seemed to be determined to find something wrong on the body.
"Everyone in Riddle's family has a frightened expression on his face."
But as the already-defunct police said-who has heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?
Since there was no evidence that the Riddles were murdered, the police had to release Frank.
What surprised and doubted everyone was that after the Riddles' burial in the cemetery, Frank Bryce actually returned to the Riddle House, his cabin.
Frank was not very interested in the rumors in the village, he was still in front of his gardener, and then continued to work for the owner of the land.
I did this for almost half a century.
Now, Frank is about to celebrate his seventy-seventh birthday.
He is very deaf and his bad leg is stiffer than before. But when the weather was fine, people could still see him working gruntly in the flowerbed, and although weeds were creeping around him, he couldn't stop it.
Old Frank wasn't too confused, he knew he was just wasting it.
What's more, Frank didn't just deal with weeds—boys in the village always liked to throw stones at the windows of Riddle House.
As for the level of grass that Frank had maintained with a lot of effort, they rode on it on their bicycles.
I once or twice, they even broke into the old house in order to bet on each other.
They knew that Frank had taken care of the house and the garden with all his heart, almost to a degree of obsession. So they would like to see him limping across the garden, waving his cane, and hurling at them with a husky throat.
Every time, they feel particularly happy.
What about old Frank?
相信 He believes that these boys torture him because they, like their parents and grandparents, consider him a murderer.
But he has been doing this job for almost a lifetime, and he has no reason to interrupt it. This may be for his mother ’s last wish, but it is also for his own life.
So, on that August night ...
The old Frank in his sleep was awoken by the bad leg again-now that he is getting older, his leg hurts more and more. He got up from the bed, limped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, trying to fill the hot water bottle to warm his stiff knees.
站在 He stood by the pool, pouring water into the kettle, and habitually looked up at Riddle House.
At this moment, he saw the windows upstairs shimmering.
"These little guys, what new tricks have come up to punish me for this old bone?" Old Frank thought he had guessed what was going on.
男孩 The boys broke into the old house again, and the dim light in the windows flickered, the light and the light were dim, and they could see that they had set fire.
He quickly put the kettle down, dragging his bad leg, and returned to the upper floor as soon as possible to get dressed. Immediately, he returned to the kitchen and took the old rusty key from the hook near the door.
Finally, he took a crutch leaning against the wall, and went deep into the night.
There was no sign of forced entry into the front door of Riddle House, and the windows were intact.
Old Frank limped around behind the house, stopped at a door almost completely covered by the creeper, took out the old key, and opened the door silently.
He hasn't come in for many years.
However, despite all the darkness, he still remembered where the door to the corridor was. He groped and walked over, a rotten smell rushed.
Eared his ears, he caught every trace of footsteps or words above his head.
When he came to the corridor, there was a bit of light because of the large grid windows on both sides of the front door.
开始 He started to go upstairs, thinking that thanks to the thick dust on the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps and crutches would be dull and hard to detect.
On the staircase, Old Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was-just at the top of the corridor, a door opened with a seam, and a shimmering light shone out of the seam. Cast an orange-yellow light and shadow on the dark floor.
着 Frank leaned to his side and approached carefully, holding his crutch tightly in his hand.
几 A few steps away from the doorway, he could see the situation inside through the slightly narrow door slit.
He saw it now, the fire was in the fireplace—to be honest, it surprised him.
He stopped, raised his ears, and heard only a man's voice in the room. The voice seemed a bit stiff, and the tone was very uncomfortable.
"... Master, Lucius Malfoy is almost here."
"Ok……"
Another sound suddenly sounded, it sounded very young, and the tone was soft and powerful. Somehow, Frank just felt that his hair was standing up, as if he heard something he shouldn't hear.
那么 "So, what about Wormtail?" The voice asked softly, "how is his condition?"
"died."
"Well, this is also expected," the man calmly said, "but the effect?"
"One Auror died, five civilians died, and 22 were wounded."
"Just that?" The voice seemed to be a little heavier, but still calm and natural, "Is it because Dumbledore's old thing arrived soon?"
"No, it was because of a student, and it was him who killed Wormtail," the dry voice paused, and continued, "He calls himself Maca McLean."
"McLean ... a student ..." The man seemed to think about it, "Well, who else besides that kid? Marka McLean ... have you ever played against him?"
"Under the command of the master, the servants dare not move."
"Okay, um, first feed Nagini the one at the door, then report on the details of the battle."
At this moment, Old Frank only felt that the door in front of him suddenly opened, and then his vision became completely dark. His life ended so plainly.
At the same time, like the little dwarf Peter, a figure full of dark and dark air stood there ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He grabbed the old Frank's collar and dragged him into the hall of the old house .
As he threw Old Frank forward, a serpent, also dark, rushed out of the darkness, swallowing Old Frank's corpse.
Look at the huge figure that is still more or less hidden in the shadows, obviously not much smaller than the Basilisk.
"Hisse"
It hissed towards the figure, and the provocative gaze was faintly shining with wisdom.
Uh ...
老 Just as Old Frank cast his arms to Death, in the graveyard behind the Black Stone Fortress known as "Azkaban", a teenager was hard sanding several thin pieces of stone.
On the still island, the sound of the rubbing of the stones seemed quite abrupt.
But there is no one to disturb his work here, he just concentrates on polishing, trying to make the edges of the stones more sharp.
No one knows what he wants to do, of course, no one is interested here.
This boy is naturally a Maca who has been put in Azkaban.
"Hoo!" He suddenly picked up the stone piece, blew the chippings on the surface of the stone piece, and looked around again and again, then nodded in satisfaction.
少年 This boy is naturally Maca-before the time has come, all he has to do is wait.
He kept waiting here and it was definitely not what he wanted, so he decided to use everything here to continue some of his research.
玛 For Maca, time is very precious. You can't just give up the study of wasted time because of the simple conditions.
"Well, it's not bad."
捏 He picked up the stone and made a not too deep scratch on the trunk of a dead tree beside him.