Chapter 18: Old house

　　 "Baby, are you kidding me?" Narcissa at the table gave an incredible scream.
　　 "I don't think I did." Malfoy said calmly.
"I don't agree. How can I still have homework on Christmas, and I have to go so far away, you said, are you arranged by your giant teacher." Narcissa severely patted the table made of mahogany . "I must let your father fire him. It's hard to imagine Hogwarts willing to hire a murderer as a teacher."
　　 "Oh, mother, he is just a janitor now." Malfoy explained slowly. "This is just an extracurricular homework in the potion class, which is not mandatory, but shouldn't your son be the best? Any task should be perfectly completed, isn't it?" Malfoy added. : "The teacher in the potion class is Severus Snape, you should also know..."
　　 "Snape." Narcissa said the name once. "It seems to have done things with your father, but I still disagree." Narcissa said after thinking about it. "Are you willing to leave your mother at Christmas and go by yourself at Christmas?" Saying Narcissa seemed to squeeze some tears from her eyes.
　　 Malfoy was temporarily speechless.
　　 "I'm back." A gloomy voice from a middle-aged man suddenly came from the marble fireplace.
　　 "Mother, I think there is still a father who can accompany you now." Malfoy couldn't help but bring a hint of joy.
　　 "I really was not there when I should be, I came back when I shouldn't." Compared to Malfoy, Narcissa's tone was very bad.
Lucius, the servant of the wind and dust, apparently did not understand the situation, appeared confused, came to the table to take a sip of honey tea, and then Malfoy explained to him.
　　 "The people of the Malfoy family are not reckless, but they are not lack of courage." Lucius turned and said to Malfoy: "Of course, Dad supports you."
　　 "Think back then, me too..." Then he showed a nostalgic look and seemed to think of his student days.
　　 "Enough is enough, I don't know if you are a bit ruined." Narcissa is in a bad mood now, so she treats Lucius, who is about to remember, as a punching bag.
　　Interrupted Lucius smiled embarrassedly, stopped the conversation, and apparently did not want to argue with Narcissa on the head.
　　 In TC's words, "Why do you have a big holiday?"
　　 After running out of lunch, Malfoy said goodbye to his parents and started today's journey.
　　 Before leaving completely, he deliberately went to the Muggle vegetable market, bought a few beef bones, and did not know what to do with it.
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　　The villagers of Little Hungerton still refer to this house as "Riddle House", although the Riddle family has not lived here for many years. The house is located on a hillside, from which you can see the entire village. Several windows of the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the creeper crawled all over the house. Riddle House was originally a very beautiful mansion, or the most spacious and grandest building within a few miles, but now it has become damp, desolate and uninhabited all year round.
　　 And today the house ushered in a little guest, he has light blond hair, holding a black pocket in his hand.
　　 Malfoy was walking on the wide road, during which a few good villagers asked him where he was going, and it would be curious to know that any raw face appeared in such a small village. When Malfoy said his destination, every villager who asked him changed his face. Obviously, in their impression, the house had an eerie feeling. The murder case fifty years ago was enough to impress these small villagers.
After persuading the fruitless villagers, they shook their heads and left helplessly, very puzzled by the boy's behavior, because no one was willing to approach this gradually desolate house.
　　 Apart from Frank, he is the housekeeper and a gardener.
　　 The murder case fifty years ago, he was the biggest suspect. He had been on the battlefield, and the villagers suspected that his spirit was a bit abnormal, so he murdered the Riddles.
　　The police also thought that he had a serious suspicion, so he took him back to the police station. Frank denied the accusations, and he stubbornly repeated him over and over again. He was innocent. He said that on the day the Riddles died, the only person he saw near the house was a boy in his tens who didn't know. The boy had dark hair and pale face. No one else in the village had seen such a boy, and the police determined that it was made by Frank out of thin air.
　　 But the autopsy report made it impossible for the police to start. The police had never seen a weirder report than this. A group of doctors examined the body and concluded that no one in the Riddle family had been injured by poison, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor were they suffocated or strangled. Actually (the report continued with a noticeably confused tone), the three of the Riddle family looked healthy-except for one thing, they all died. The doctors noticed (as if they were determined to find something wrong on the corpse), everyone in the Riddle family had a frightened expression on their faces-but as the police who had already said nothing, who Ever heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?
　　 Frank was released.
　　 What makes people even more amazing is that he actually returned to his cabin in the garden of Riddle House.
　　The new owner of the mansion neither lives here, nor does it use the house, it seems to be doing some taxation articles? The people in the village are unknown. UU reading books www.uukanshu. However, the wealthy homeowner continued to pay Frank to be a gardener.
　　 "Boom boom." The door of the house was knocked.
Frank stood up slowly from the chair in the yard, and limped toward the gate with his walking stick, maybe it was a dark wound left on the battlefield, or maybe he was old, and his leg was very bad. Handy, can only rely on crutches to help walk.
　　While walking, Frank thought about who would come to this house.
　　 "It must not be that group of ghosts, they are not so polite." Frank thought to himself. The boys in the village always like to throw stones at the windows of Riddle House. Frank spent a lot of effort to keep the grass flat, but they ran on the bicycle and ran on it. Once or twice, they broke into the old house in order to bet against each other.
　　He believed that these boys tortured him because they, like their parents and grandparents, thought he was a murderer.
　　 The door was slowly opened, and the old, over-the-top door contacted the ground and made an unbearable friction sound.
"Oh boy, what's the matter with you here?" Frank opened the door and saw an unfamiliar boy with pale face and light blond hair, which was different from the feeling of those little ghost heads. He thought the boy was very With temperament, looking at Malfoy, he seemed to recall the pale, black-haired child of the year.
　　 "Sleep, sorry." Malfoy said softly, then raised his wand. "Fallen!" A red blaze fired from the tip of the stick and hit Frank.
　　 His body slowly fell on the lawn, and then lost consciousness.
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