Chapter 298: The Muggle named Frank is dying! (under)

At the door, Frank's expression of fear overhearing all this, his hand with his crutches unconsciously soaked in sweat.
The invisible voice inside the cold man killed a woman! But when he discussed this matter, the tone was light, just like stepping on an ant, he didn't care.
He is a murderer who does not blink.
And what else he has to do-a weak and innocent child named Harry Potter has been stared at by him, and he is going to kill the child... the situation is very urgent.
Frank knew what he had to do, although because of the police's distrust of him at that time, he was determined not to deal with the police again, but at this time, he had to find the police.
Suddenly with a cold voice "shush".
The room was quiet for a moment, and the sound of the two men inside could no longer be heard.
There was only the slight sound of a "cracked" match.
Frank's heart tightened, and he retreated secretly.
But as soon as he turned around, he was scared to stay there.
In the dark corridor, a giant snake with colorful patterns, at least four meters long, is protruding from the roof and hanging down, blocking the middle of the road and slowly sliding down.
The serpent stared at Frank, spitting out the snake letter, and "sizzled", and Frank looked at the serpentine snake with horror and slowly moved closer and closer to him.
What should he do now? Retreat into the room where the two men are plotting to kill? They will definitely be killed by them.
But if he stays here, this giant snake will definitely kill him.
The snake had crawled to Frank's side.
Frank's most eager thing now is to return to the bed with a hot water bottle. The problem is that his legs seem to be reluctant to move. He stands there, trembling all over, trying hard to control himself.
At that moment, the cold voice sounded again in the room: "Harris, we are here as a guest, there is an old Muggle, and now he stands in front of the door."
There was footsteps inside, and Frank had no chance to hide, and the door was opened at once.
In the faint light, Frank saw the appearance of this man named Harris.
There are scary scars on his face, and terror is scary. It is hard to think that the fearful voice is from his mouth.
"Please come in, Harris, why don't you understand politeness." Icy voice said.
Frank limped across the threshold with a crutch, despite his trembling body.
The fire was the only light source in the room. It cast a long, cobweb-like shadow on the wall.
There was an old armchair in front of the fireplace, the armchair turned his back to him. The cold voice came from behind, but Frank could not see the person speaking.
And the giant snake had just crawled over, entrenched in the broken carpet in front of the fireplace.
The snake straightened up, taller than the armchair next to it.
The serpent stared at Frank staring.
Frank entered the room and suddenly became emboldened.
Because he knew how dangerous he was now, if there was any timid fear, there would be no way out.
He said aloud: "I tell you, I have heard of all the evil plans you have discussed. My wife knows that I am coming here. If I don’t go back, she will call the police, but if you let me go, my body is bone. No, at least it will be at noon tomorrow at the Great Hangerton Police Station..."
"Hehe..." The icy voice smiled lowly, full of ridicule: "Harris, look at how ridiculous this Muggle, even trying to deceive the great Lord Voldemort..."
Frank waved his cane and said angrily: "What a Lord Voldemort, you dare not even face your face towards me, this is also called an adult?"
There was a suppressed silence.
"Hehe...haha..." There was a strange wind blowing suddenly in the room, and the flames in the fireplace "whit" upside down.
The icy voice seemed extremely angry: "Interesting, then let me... Personally...Harris, turn my chair!"
The servant named Harris groaned, frowning, as if the last thing he wanted to do was approach his master.
"Harris! It seems that you have forgotten the pain caused by the Dark Mark on your hand!"
Harris seemed to recall the most painful thing.
He came over with a twisted face and began to turn the armchair.
The chair turned around, and Frank saw exactly what was sitting on the chair.
It seemed to be a carrion, melting candle demon, vaguely distinguishable as a human figure, his face was terrifying, as if it had been fried in a frying pan, and a pair of cold eyes in two cracks.
The crutches in Frank's hand fell to the ground. He opened his mouth wide and felt something in his stomach churning, trying to spit it out.
...
Voldemort was very irritable.
His soul escaped from the Gu Ling Pavilion, and met one of his former followers. Through the Dark Mark, the Death Eaters could not resist him.
Therefore, the unlucky Death Eater Harris had to protect Voldemort.
If placed more than ten years ago, so close to the great Dark Lord, Harris would be excited for three days and nights and could not sleep.
Now, how much Harris disliked him, he knew everything.
But now, an old Muggle who is about to enter the grave dare to look at him with such eyes.
Nausea, hate, it seems to see the most disgusting thing in the world.
This gaze deeply hurt Voldemort's fragile glass heart.
He screamed: "Damn! You are just a Muggle, how dare you be so disrespectful!"
Voldemort raised the wand in his hand and pointed at the old Frank, with an unforgivable spell in his mouth.
"Swoosh."
A green light flew towards him under Frank's horrified gaze.
The next moment, Frank was about to fall.
Time seems to be slow.
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 and tender hand suddenly stretched out from the side and stopped in front of Frank.
There was no hint of abruptness, it seemed that the hand was in that position, and Green Light took the initiative to go to the palm.
Awadaso's life curse was blocked by that hand, and his hand was tight.
I don't know when Frank was standing next to a boy, a boy with a gentle smile, and the owner of the palm was him.
"What!" exclaimed Voldemort and Harris.
They couldn't believe their eyes, and the Avadasuo mantra was blocked by someone!
Their expressions are now very funny.
Only then did he notice the sudden arrival.
"Harry Potter!" Voldemort shouted, how could he not know him.
After he was resurrected, the first thing he did was to gather information about Harry Potter.
He had a moment of daze, what the was going on?
Harry Potter~EbookFREE.me~ How could he have such a powerful magic?
Harris hurriedly took the wand, and the wand almost fell out of his hand.
Harry flicked his finger at Harris.
A bright red light penetrated Harris' head.
Harris fell to the ground. At the last moment when his eyes became dark, there was only endless regret in Harris's heart.
"How stupid did I follow Voldemort when I was young? Was it so attractive to be a Death Eater?"
"And when Voldemort fell, why didn't I stand up and take refuge with Dumbledore? Just like Lucius and Snape. It's a fluke in my heart, looking forward to Voldemort's comeback."
"To this day, I really blamed myself, hahaha..."
Harris, pawn!
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