Chapter 295: The Muggle named Frank is dying! (on)

"It's too much! It's exactly the same!"
The old man looked nervously at the child standing under the tree.
It was so similar to the only child he had seen near the house when the tragedy happened fifty years ago.
They are all teenagers, with black hair, thin and tall body, white and tender complexion, and too dead eyes, just like the dolls who can't move.
The main thing is that both children have the same temperament.
Mysterious, confident, and a little weird that disturbed him.
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It is now a day in late June 1994.
A British village called Little Hungerton.
A vaguely visible large mansion once sits on a hillside, overlooking the entire village from there.
Several windows in this mansion were sealed off, the roof tiles were incomplete, and the creeper crawled across the house.
This was originally a very beautiful mansion, the most spacious and most impressive building within a ten-kilometer radius, but now it has become damp and desolate because it has been uninhabited all year round.
Villagers are still used to calling this house "Riddle House"-Riddle is the surname of the owner, even if the family died bizarrely half a century ago, and later others moved in, the villagers We still haven’t changed their name.
After all, such a terrible thing happened in their ordinary village, which was enough for post-meal talks for the villagers to discuss for a long time...
This house has been replaced by many owners, but no one can stay here for a long time. Because of the accident that year, they always felt that the house was covered with an eerie feeling.
There is only one exception.
An old man named Frank Bryce.
He was the gardener of the Riddle family, an old man in his seventies.
Every new owner of Riddle House didn't seem to drive him away, so he kept hiring him to take care of the plant.
He usually lives in a house prepared for the next man in Riddle Manor.
Frank fought in the war when he was young and suffered a leg injury and became disabled.
This led to his indifferent personality, he did not like to communicate with others, he was silent, and he was cold to talk to anyone.
This is also the main reason why the villagers of Little Hangleton thought he was the murder of the Riddles.
After all, there was a murder, and it happened that there was such a weird and lonely person, and it was hard to get rid of doubt.
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early morning.
The old Frank Bryce woke up from his small, crumbling wooden house.
At this time, most people in Little Hangerton had not yet got up.
Because he was getting older, he could not sleep more and more in the morning, and his broken leg was often awake.
He washed his face with cold water.
Walk into the most remote corner of the manor, where there is a kitchen for the next man to cook.
Because the lighting is not good, Frank opened a window on the wall with the consent of a master, which can be pushed out, an old-fashioned window.
Outside the window is a small forest.
In the early morning, the dew hadn't dried up yet, and the cool air blowing in made people feel shocked. Frank could occasionally see baby squirrels twitching on the mottled branches of the sun, and rabbits jumping in the grass.
If a daring squirrel jumped on the edge of a wooden window to watch him cook, Frank would not drive it away, but broke a small piece of cheese, or handed a few peanuts to the squirrel.
Today he opened the windows first as usual.
But stunned.
He had thought he had forgotten almost, but his mind still emerged from the pale, young boy he saw that year.
At this moment, under a big tree, stood a dark-haired boy.
The boy looked at the house quietly, not knowing how long he had stood there.
Frank dared to conclude that the boy was never the person of Little Hungerton, because he knew all the boys in the village, and he had had many "hands" with them.
Frank took a closer look, but found that this boy who made him in a trance was slightly different from the boy he had seen.
Although his face was very white, the boy's cheeks were still rosy, unlike the one that looked like a corpse pulled from the water.
And the boy is much more handsome than the boy with a sullen look.
Noting that Frank was looking at him, the boy glanced at him, smiled faintly, and nodded vaguely.
Then it was gone!
Frank rubbed his old dizzy eyes and couldn't believe what he saw.
The grove is always so quiet, where there is a sudden boy, it seems to be an illusion.
He shook his head: "It's really old, how can I remember what happened back then..."
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Hang the ghost tavern.
This is the only tavern in Little Hangerton.
As the only entertainment venue in Little Hangerton, it has always been the favorite place for villagers to stay.
All kinds of news, gossip, talk freely here.
It was so big that Prince Charles announced that he would be separated from Camilla, and asked to end the separation with Princess Diana. The secret behind the tragic rejection was that the teacher’s organization of students to support a certain star triggered widespread public discussion, and the villagers who are the hens. Several eggs were laid...
Approaching the evening.
Many people gathered in the tavern.
They made a lot of noise and talked about each other, and the collision of wine glasses was one after another, and it was common for someone's saliva to fly into their glasses.
Then someone started the bizarre case half a century ago.
This is really an enduring topic.
Even after so many years.
Once the older generation in the village had no other topics, they would start talking about the matter in excitement.
Tossing and turning, all kinds of adding oil and vinegar, and then seriously add to their own analysis.
Then instilled in the middle-aged generation in the village, and now has spread to the children's generation, this matter is not just an accident as simple as this, but has become a culture and an atmosphere in Little Hungerton.
In half a century, who knows what will happen?
It's a pity they don't have a unified version. The versions spoken from their mouths are so varied that the listeners are dazzled. Everyone blushes and has a thick neck and argues with others loudly. They are just witnesses in person.
at this time.
The blind door of the tavern was suddenly blown open by the wind, and a strange child came in.
From the moment he walked in, there was a feeling of control in the tavern, but no one in the tavern could notice this.
They continued to talk about the Riddle family, and no one even looked at the door and the boy.
The boy looked for a table and sat down.
His hand tapped on the wooden table, making a "dong" sound.
Time seemed to pause, and all activities in the house stopped.
The boy wondered whether he was talking to the air or to everyone in the tavern. He said lazily: "I am very interested in the stories you tell. Please give me details. Tell me again..."
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