Chapter 296: The Muggle named Frank is dying! (in)..…

No one noticed the inadequacy, and everyone in the tavern naturally began to tell the story again.
There is no external force to guide them, as if they act spontaneously. They completely forget that they have just told the story to the end.
They looked as usual, with clear eyes and no signs of being controlled.
Under the patchwork of the east sentence and the west sentence, a complete story begins to appear in front of the boy.
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More than fifty years ago, Riddle House was still a grand and grandeur.
A very ordinary summer dawn.
A maid in Riddle House walked into the living room, but found that all three of Riddle's family had become cold bodies.
The maid screamed and ran out of the living room, out of Riddle House, and into the village, as if the popularity in the village could keep her calm.
Screaming along the way awakened everyone in the village.
When the villagers gathered around, the maid spoke incoherently and said in horror: "Dead! All dead! They are still wearing the clothes from yesterday's dinner, their eyes wide open, and they are not dead!"
After the police arrived, the villagers of Little Hangerton completely boiled.
They were amazed and curiously waiting for the police investigation results. None of them showed a sad expression. If they were not worried about being suspected by the police, they almost laughed out loud.
Who would grieve for a family like that?
Their family's popularity in the village is very bad. The old couple relied on the rich and rude and snobbish. They looked down on the other people in the village. They like to point at their noses and scold.
And their son, whose temper was even worse, was even more disgusting than his parents.
Even after hearing the death of the Riddle family, the dogs in the village chased their tails in excitement and turned around, "Aooo Wangwang Wang" kept calling.
Then the villagers began to pay attention to who the murderer was. They didn't believe that the three healthy people died normally. They must have been murdered.
That night.
All the wine in Hanging Ghost Tavern is out of stock.
Because almost everyone in the village squeezed into this little tavern, the counter almost collapsed.
They discussed the murder case enthusiastically.
To make them even more excited, a servant from Riddle House appeared in the bar.
She is the kitchen lady in Riddle House.
Under the watchful eye of at least dozens of men around her—the kitchen lady must have rarely had this kind of experience. She was a little proud. She drank a glass of wine, sold a pass, and hung her appetite around her. Broke a big news.
She said: "After the police investigation, Frank Bryce was arrested first."
This sentence revealed a lot of information.
"Gosh, it's Frank with the broken leg."
"The gardener of Riddle House."
"I said he was not right, look."
"I saw him from the first glance, and I didn't like him. His eyes were too fierce."
"It must have been because the family laughed at him for being disabled and annoyed him. He retaliated..."
The people in the pub are rushing to buy wine for the cook. They look at the cook eagerly, hoping that she can tell more details.
The kitchen lady is very satisfied with these eyes. At this moment, she thinks that she is the most jealous girl of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor in Britain.
So she spoke out her perception of Frank Bryce: "This person, Bryce, has always been weird. In Riddle Manor, no one wants to ignore him because he is cold, even if he is invited to drink For a cup of tea, he has to say it a hundred times before he agrees, but he is still unwilling."
"Let me say... he is... I mean... if, if Frank Bryce was the murderer, he brutally killed his employer, if the police made such a conclusion, it would not make anyone Are you surprised?"
"It is extremely." Someone nodded in agreement.
"I heard that there is a disease called post-traumatic stress syndrome, and people who have fought have this disease, and their brains are somewhat abnormal." A man pointed at his head with a smile.
A woman standing next to the bar has a hesitant attitude: "This... Frank has fought a brutal war. He is a person who likes calm, and it is unlikely that he is..."
The kitchen lady stared at the boss, as if someone had violated her authority, shouting loudly: "God, who is the servant of Riddle House? Who can know him better than me?"
"And, last night, the house was intruded without any signs of damage. The key to the back door was only one, and it hung in the gardener’s cabin. It must have been Frank while we were asleep. , Using the key, sneaked into the house, and..."
Under a wordless pressure, the woman who had just refuted Frank said, whispering, "Maybe..."
The villagers exchanged glances silently, and a consensus emerged.
A drunk drunk at the bar said, "I always hate Frank. I also suggested old Riddle to let me be his gardener, but he doesn't listen. Hey, now the disaster has happened... If he listens to me, can something happen today?"
A woman in the corner ugly woman said excitedly: "Dorte, remember, I told you countless times, Frank is so scary, I just ate him a peach, he will chase with a sickle I."
The man she called Dott nodded vigorously: "Yes, he has a bad temper, once..."
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Everyone in Little Hungerton had determined that Frank Bryce had murdered Riddle's family.
But to their disappointment, Frank was released from the gloomy police station in the neighboring town of Great Hungerton.
They couldn't believe it.
So I asked the person to inquire, and then I knew something.
In the police station, Frank kept saying that the murderer was not him, and that he had seen a suspiciously pale boy near Riddle House.
The police didn't believe his nonsense at all and thought he was making up. He laughed at him even if he wanted to get rid of the suspicion, but also to find a reliable excuse.
But after the report of the Riddles' autopsy came out, Frank jumped out of a serious situation that was bad for him.
The forensic doctor gave the police an odd report.
After the autopsy, the Riddles, no one was injured by poison, sharp weapons, pistols, nor was it possible to be strangled or smothered, which could cause suffocation. They were healthy and there was nothing abnormal.
It was simply dead.
The only thing worth noting is that they are terrible, with a terrified look, as if they have seen something terrible.
The forensic doctor said helplessly: "All I can think of is that the of death came to them and then took away their souls..."
Afterwards, because there was no evidence to prove that the Riddles were murdered, Frank naturally had no suspicion of murder.
The police released Frank.
To the surprise and suspicion of the villagers, Frank Bryce returned to his chalet in Riddle House like no one else.
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In 1944, in the hanged ghost tavern, the people again told the whole story to a boy they could not see.
An old woman with a wrinkled nose and a wrinkled face, cursed in a hoarse voice: "We all know that Frank is the murderer, and that he killed the Riddles, the words of the police? Ha ha, what kind of case will that group of pigs crack."
"Frank, if there is a little self-knowledge, he should leave Little Hungerton instead of staying in Riddle House!" said the old woman resentfully.
Who is this old woman?
She was the kitchen lady in Riddle House, which convinced the entire Hungerton that Frank was the initiator of the murderer.
Why did she become so resentful of Frank?
Because she had been dismissed from the house long ago, and the killer Frank she believed had been hired by every new owner, holding salaries that made most villagers in Little Hangerton jealous.
"Hey, I heard that I didn't. Recently, Riddle House changed another owner and was still a rich man." Some people said.
"He doesn't live here, nor is he planning to use the house for other purposes. He said that the role of the house is to carry out "property transfer", and we don't understand and dare not ask."
"But what the did Frank walk away! The rich man didn't even ask, and he continued to spend money on hiring Frank as a gardener, and he said that as long as the house doesn't fall into ruins, then he leaves!" Said jealously.
There was a chorus.
At this moment, a naive but loud voice said: "I don't think Frank is a bad person."
Everyone frowned.
I saw a little blond girl, seven or eight years old, standing in front of the counter and looking up at the adults with her head up.
Although the little girl was scared by them, she said, "Once my balloon floated on the tree, Frank moved a ladder to help me get down..."
"Hey..." There was a chuckle in the pub.
This little girl is the little girl of the pub owner.
Someone was shaking the barrel wine glass, looking at the pub owner jokingly, and not talking, but the ridicule of the pub owner was more than words: Gee, your tutor doesn't look very good.
The pub owner's face was flushed, and the old men's eyes were more uncomfortable than the knife.
He shouted in exasperation: "Alice, who let you intervene, get out!"
The little girl named Alice was frightened by her father's appearance, and she walked aside with tears in her eyes.
She sat at a remote table and sobbed gently.
No one cared about her father or anyone else.
She wiped away her tears and looked at a big boy who turned her face red, and asked in doubt: "Are you from Great Hangton? Why haven't I seen you in the village."
The big boy stunned slightly and smiled, "Can you see me?"
The little girl blinked her tearful eyes and said playfully: "I'm not blind, of course I can see you."
The big boy shook his head and answered, "No, I came from another world."
"Cough, cheat..." The little girl couldn't help laughing: "My name is Alice, how about you?"
The older boy pondered and said, "My name is Harry Potter."
Talking, he stood up.
After listening to the story, it makes no sense to stay here.
The little girl finally found a person to communicate with, but she didn't expect to say a few words before she left. She said regretfully, "Are you going?"
Harry did not expect to encounter a little Muggle girl with magic talent.
He thought about it, stopped, turned around, and smiled, "Alice, how old are you this year?"
"I am eight years old this year." Alice was inexplicably nervous.
"Uh." Harry nodded.
He took off a bronze button on the cuff.
In an instant, the colorful light burst from Harry's fingers, and the invisible magic surged out, blowing the little girl's blonde hair flying.
The entire dim tavern was filled with brilliant light~EbookFREE.me~ The little girl forgot to breathe. She first looked to the adults around her for help, but they saw their faces shrouded in light, but they didn't seem to see , As always talking.
The little girl looked at Harry's hand with curiosity, fear, shock and excitement.
Slowly, the light faded.
The pub was dark again.
In the girl's dreaded eyes, Harry placed the metal button on the soft palm of her hand.
"When you are eleven, come to Hogwarts..."
"You..." The little girl wanted to say something.
And a gust of wind blew through, opening the louver door of the tavern.
The magical big boy has disappeared.
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