Chapter 266: The returning snake

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Harry Potter: Raven's Claw Chapter 266 The Returning Serpent
There is a villa on a hillside in Little Hangleton. Although the owner of this villa is no longer the Riddle family, the villagers still call the villa Riddle House.
This is because the current owner of this villa does not live here, and even said that it has never appeared before. On the other hand, it is because the impression that the Riddle family left on them was too deep.
The Riddles are the standard annoying people. They are acrimonious, arrogant, and unkind. No one in Little Hangleton likes them.
And one night in fifty years, the bodies of three Riddle's family were found neatly in Riddle's Mansion.
Frank, the gardener of Riddle's House, was the biggest suspect, but he insisted that he was innocent and said that that night he had seen a teenager who had entered Riddle's House that night, and that it was a kid who killed the Riddles.
The police didn't believe it at all, they were still interrogating him.
But in the end, Frank was released, because the police had no evidence to prove that Frank killed the Riddles.
They died strangely. The forensic doctors didn't find any traces of poisoning or shooting on their bodies that might cause them to die, but they didn't breathe.
The villagers don't care about the truth of this incident. The Riddle family is very rich and stingy. Frank, the gardener who has returned from the battlefield, is also a bit nervous. The villagers have the same attitude towards them and hate them.
The only effect of what happened in Riddle's House on the villagers was that they had eaten melons for a long time, which allowed them to talk more when bragging in the tavern.
Now, fifty years have passed since that terrible thing.
Perhaps it was because of pity, perhaps because there was no place to spend more money. In short, the new owner of Riddle's Mansion did not fire Frank, which gave Frank, the lame veteran, a place to stay.
For the past fifty years, Frank has been guarding the Riddle House. Although its owner may not live in this life, Frank is still doing his best but doing his own job, mowing the lawn.
As for maintaining and cleaning the house, Frank wouldn't do it. His employer only paid his gardener's salary, so he would only do his job as a gardener. The boundaries here are very clear.
Time will wash away everything. This sentence does not apply in Little Hangleton. Even after fifty years, the villagers still regard him as a murderer and use him as a negative example to teach their children to obey. Be law-abiding.
This makes his job difficult, because the children of Murakami always trick him, hitting the windows with stones today, and riding bicycles on the neat lawn tomorrow. These children call this behavior just sanctions, and sanctions Of course the person is his'murderer'.
He is now more than seventy years old, and his body can't bear it, especially the lame leg, now he has to take crutches.
When I get older, I can wake up more easily in the middle of the night.
But this time when he walked out of the hut with a cane, he found that there was a light on in the Riddle's mansion opposite.
"These bear kids!"
Frank cursed and walked into Riddle's House. He determined that this time he must teach those bear kids who like to make trouble for him an impressive lesson!
Fearing that these children would run away, Frank moved lightly.
He was a scout back then, and he still has some experience in sneaking.
He slowly approached the lighted room, but before he could approach, he heard the voice inside.
"Master, I might be dying."
It was a weak voice, and it sounded very shrill. And after this shrill voice appeared, another hoarse, dreamlike voice came out soon.
"Where is Nagini? It's time to drink milk."
Frank immediately shrank into the dark corner. The two of them were obviously not those bear kids. He instinctively felt something was wrong.
"I...I don't know, it's probably somewhere in the house." The shrill voice suddenly trembled with fear. "Master, I feel terrible. I may be dying and can't serve you anymore. Oh oh oh!"
"Shut up! Wormtail (Peter's nickname)!"
The cry stopped abruptly.
"You can't die from that injury! Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You have already regretted coming to me! I disgust you. I can see that you tremble when you see me! If it weren't for you now There is nowhere to go at all, you have already left behind my waste that needs you to feed it every few hours!"
"No! Master, I am loyal to you..."
"Lie! If you are as loyal as you said, how do you explain how you escaped from Azkaban? How do you explain that as soon as you found me, a dozen wizards appeared and attacked us ?"
"I... I don't know."
"Idiot! You got trapped! The reason why the other party got you out of Azkaban was to come to me! If it wasn't for the other party who wanted to capture us alive, if it wasn't for me that I had accumulated some strength over the years, I would have I was taken away by those people! And you! You have already become a corpse!
just now! Stop giving me more nonsense! Give me the cemetery as soon as possible, and then proceed as planned to get me the blood of Harry Potter! "
"Know... I know! Master! The great Lord Voldemort!"
The hoarse voice seemed to be tired after saying such a long time, it was panting hard, and it seemed very strenuous.
Frank backed back slowly. He felt a little bad. The two people in the room always said corpses, murders, or something, they didn't look like good people.
He was going to call the police, but when he turned to go downstairs to make a call, he found a python that was at least twelve feet in length slowly approaching him.
Frank was frightened. He stared blankly as he watched the python's huge body twisting like a wave, leaving wide and winding traces on the dusty floor.
Frank closed his eyes in despair. He had seen the introduction of the python in the BBC documentary. He knew that although the behemoth in front of him looked cumbersome, it actually moved extremely fast. His old arms and legs could not escape at all. Drop.
However, just as he was desperate, the big snake slowly passed by him, entered the bright room, made a hissing sound while crawling, and finally stopped in front of a reclining chair, like Like a pet dog, he got up.
"Hissing~"
There was an extra neighing noise in the room, which made Frank a little strange. Could there be a snake in this room?
But immediately, he put aside the idea, because the hoarse voice spoke again.
"Oh Wormtail, my Nagini has brought a shocking news. A dirty Muggle is hiding outside the door, listening to our conversation clearly!"
Frank was shocked. There was a conjecture in his heart, could it be that the hoarse man's voice came from the extra neighing just now? Can he communicate with snakes?
Before Frank could react from the shock, a pudgy man who looked like a mouse walked out of the room and looked at him in surprise.
This short, fat man was tied with a lot of gauze, he was wearing an eye mask on his right eye, and his leg seemed to be lame.
Frank's mouth opened and closed silently, as if trying to explain something.
But before he could speak, the heavily injured fat man in front of him grinned and pointed a short wooden stick at him, reciting a sentence that he couldn't understand at all.
The ominous green light flickered, and Frank fell to the floor with a bang, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
...
At the same time, the night horse carriage that Mike and Penello rode also slowly landed on a clearing.
"Welcome, Mr. Tonley, Miss Crevat."
As soon as the two got out of the car, a young man in the uniform of an official of the Ministry of Magic greeted him. On the other side, a staff member directed the coachman to drive the carriage to the parking area.
"Fortunately, Dick." Mike said to Penello after greeting the young official. "This is Dick Roman, the clerk of the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance Command."
"Good evening, Dick."
"Honey, Miss Crevat, you are definitely the most beautiful lady I have ever seen tonight."
Even though he knew that what the other party was saying was only polite, Penello was still very happy and just covered his mouth and laughed.
And Dick also knew exactly who was in charge between these two people. After saying hello to Penello, he turned his eyes to Mike, pointed his finger at a winding dirt road and said:
"Please come with me, both of you. Your tent is ready. All the facilities inside are the best. I hope you will be satisfied."
Several people went on the road immediately. Penello, wearing high-heeled shoes, was originally worried that she would be inconvenient to walk on that dirt road, but what she did not expect was that this seemingly fragile dirt road was actually very hard and smooth. The degree is also slightly weaker than wood.
"This road was repaired by our colleague's turnstile for the VIPs. Every inch of the road surface has been deformed to ensure that its hardness and smoothness are similar to marble. Dick explained.
"It must be very hard, I mean hosting the Quidditch World Cup finals." Mike said.
Mike originally just asked him casually, but he didn't expect that this question seemed to hit Dick's g-spot, and he began to complain to Mike endlessly.
"It's not just a blessing, this is simply not human work! It is expected that nearly 100,000 people will come to watch the game this time, which means that we must build a large stadium that can accommodate at least 100,000 people. . For this stadium alone, we dispatched 500 people and it took a whole year to build it!
And this is just a small problem, the key is how to prevent such a large-scale wizard collective activity from being discovered by the Muggles. This is a serious question, you know, we can't let these 100,000 people come from Diagon Alley or Jiuyuefangsan station in one go, right? This is too exaggerated. It can't hide from those Muggles.
Therefore, we can only stagger the arrival time of everyone. For this reason, we divided the tickets into several stalls. In addition to better seats and better tents, the arrival time of expensive tickets can be delayed. The guys who bought the cheapest tickets are very unlucky. They have to come here two weeks in advance.
In addition, we have also differentiated the modes of transportation. A small number of people use Muggle transportation, some use shadow shifting, and most people rely on door keys. Yes, you heard it right, it's the door key. We have placed a total of 200 door keys across the UK and more in other countries. All people who have bought tickets must arrive at the teleportation point in strict accordance with the schedule for delivery. "
Mike whispered secretly, he didn't expect that such a game would be so difficult.
And Dick also understood that he was a bit rude as a receptionist, and said quickly:
"For ordinary viewers, this is not a good experience, but it is different for you. Our Magic Sports Department has prepared priority access and the best venue for guests like you. , One-stop service including full-time escorts and super-star accommodation to ensure you can have fun."
Mike smiled politely, but he was already cursing in his heart.
fk, also such a distinguished guest, it's not because I gave one hundred thousand gold gallons to become the biggest sponsor of this game!
He felt a little liver pain when he thought of the 100,000 gold Jialong Mike, even he felt a little too much for such a large sum of money.
The three of them continued to talk and laugh about walking around the tent, but when they were halfway, a middle-aged man in a hunting suit suddenly emerged from the woods next to him, looking at Mike with a dumb face. people.
"You are..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dick made a bold move, and he fell to the ground with a daze.
After doing all this, Dick turned his head apologetically and said to Mike: "I'm really sorry, it's our work mistake that happened."
"This is, Muggle?" Penello asked.
"Yes, ma'am. This is another serious problem we have encountered in our work. There are always Muggles who will suddenly emerge from some inexplicable places and appear in front of us. For this reason, we remember to write off our colleagues in the headquarters. I have to erase their memories time and time again and reinforce the surrounding Muggle expulsion spells."
As soon as Dick's voice fell ~EbookFREE.me~ two more men in uniform emerged from the woods.
They looked at the man in safari suit lying on the ground, then looked at Mike and others, the expressions on their faces were a bit ugly.
"Damn it, this guy has hit the wizard for the third time today, and the Muggle expulsion curse around here must have failed!"
One of the men complained.
Facing the man's complaint, Dick was obviously very dissatisfied.
Putting on a serious expression, he said sternly to the two of them: "Hurry up and throw this guy out of me! This is a VIP channel!"
The two men were a little older than Dick, but at this moment they lost their temper with a word of Dick, dragging the fainted man in hunting suit and disappearing into the woods.
Immediately afterwards, Dick changed his face again and said to Mike with a flattering look:
"Mr. Tangley, let's go on, we will arrive shortly before."