Chapter 297: The Muggle named Frank is dying!

night.
Riddle House covered with vines.
Frank, who had just fallen asleep, woke up.
Because he found some movement in the house.
He thought it was the mischievous boys in the village who tortured him again.
It is normal for him to have this kind of thinking, because under the imperceptibility of the two generations of the village, the children in the village are trying to tease him as a "murderer".
He is almost seventy-seventh birthday this year, his ears are not very sensitive, if it is not quiet at night, he will not hear the sound of rustling in the house.
And his bad legs are more serious, he can support a little when he is young, and later he is completely stiff, walking is cumbersome.
When the weather was fine, Frank worked slowly in the flowerbed, and although the weeds were creeping quietly around him, he just wanted to stop it, but he was too weak.
But weeds, Frank dealt well, and the children who tortured him were not.
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 were riding on bicycles and rolling on it.
Sometimes, because they bet against each other, they broke into the old house and wreak havoc. They knew that the old Frank had taken care of the house and the garden with his whole heart, almost to a point more important than his life.
Finally, Frank limped through the garden, waved his cane, shouted at them with a hoarse voice, and drove them out in anger.
When the boys saw him violently and helplessly, they would hesitantly stand far away and scold him with unpleasant words and sing songs:
"Lame Frank"
"His heart is more poisonous than snakes"
"On that red moon night"
"He brutally killed his master"
"La La La La La......"
Thinking of these things, Frank said angrily: "I must seize you little devils today and go to your parents to ask questions."
He rolled over from the bed and limped downstairs into the kitchen, trying to fill the hot water bottle first and warm his stiff knees.
He stood by the pool, pouring water into the water bag, and looking up at Riddle House, he saw a glimmer of light in one of the windows above.
Frank immediately understood what was going on. The boys broke into the old house again, and the shimmering light shimmered, and they could see that they were still on fire!
Frank was worried that the situation could not be controlled-for example, a large house was burned out by a fire. He quickly put the kettle down and did not care about warming his legs. He dragged the bad leg and tried his best to return upstairs, put on his clothes, and then back again. To the kitchen.
He took the old rusty key from the hook beside the door, picked up the crutch leaning against the wall, and walked into the night.
The front door of Riddle House showed no signs of forcible intrusion, and the windows were intact.
Frank wondered, how did the bear children come in? Is it over the wall? But the wall is so high.
He limped to the back of the house, stopped at a gate almost completely covered by a creeper, took out the old key, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the door silently.
Frank walked into the large cave-like dark kitchen, which was the place to cook for Riddle's owner. Naturally, it was not comparable to the small kitchen he used. He had not come in for many years.
It was dark all around, but he was very familiar with the house. Even if he couldn't see clearly, he still touched the door leading to the corridor with memory and feeling.
He fumbled over, and a rotten smell came out. He raised his ears to catch every footstep or voice in the attic above his head.
He came to the hallway, where there was a little light through the large ling windows on both sides of the front door.
He started to go upstairs, thinking that thanks to the thick dust on the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps and crutches was dull and hard to be noticed.
He must catch the cubs this time and knock their heads hard with crutches, daring to start a fire in the dry attic in the middle of the night.
On the landing, Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was.
Just at the end of the hallway, a door opened with a slit, and a shimmering light shone through the door slit, casting an orange light shadow on the dark floor.
Frank leaned sideways, approaching carefully a little, clutching his cane tightly in his hand.
I guess in my heart who came today, whether it's Dort's, Ian's, or Mike's, or came together.
He stopped a few steps away from the door, where he could already see a narrow slit in the room.
To his surprise, unlike the bear child he had expected to ignite on the wooden floor, the flame was ignited in the fireplace.
He raised his ears and began to listen to the sound inside.
Only the voices of two adult men, not children, were heard in the room.
A voice looked timid, timid, and afraid: "There is still a potion in the bottle, Master, do you drink a little more, after all...you are so weak now."
The other voice was also a male voice, with a weird, weird voice, cold and biting like a cold wind. Listening to this voice, the cold hairs on the back of Frank's neck were all erected.
A sharp voice said: "Come on, move me to the fireplace first, Harris."
Frank came closer, his eyes closed against the door.
A man who was not tall and low, with his back to the door, was pushing a heavy chair, and made a raspy friction. The man wore a long dark cloak.
But Frank didn't see the feet hanging down from the chair, nor did he see the head above the chair. Is he a gnome?
The cold voice said, "Where is Nagini?"
The man named Harris shuddered and seemed afraid, and he said nervously: "I... I didn't pay attention, Master, it probably wandered around the house."
A cold voice said: "Feel Nagini some food at night. We rushed here all the way. When I rest and recover, don't disturb me."
Harris asked cautiously: "Master, I have a question...how long shall we stay in this small place?"
The icy voice said: "At least two months, this place is pretty good, quiet and safe. It was so stupid to be active during the period before the Quidditch World Cup."
"Ah..." Harris was reluctant.
"Idiot, at this time, wizards from all over the world are pouring into the country from all over the world. Those guys from the Ministry of Magic will definitely be dispatched, to investigate all suspicious personnel, maintain law and order, and fear that Muggle will notice the existence of the magic world."
"Moreover, the thing that surprised me the most is that Dumbledore's old immortal has become Minister of Magic! We should be more cautious!" The icy voice meant teeth.
Frank pulled his ears hard, what did he hear?
Quidditch and Muggle are not pronounced at all.
There are also "Ministry of Magic", "Witcher" and other words with mysterious meaning, and as far as Frank knows, only two kinds of talents can speak secret words: undercover and criminal.
And he believes that these two people are by no means good people.
Frank clutched his cane tightly and listened more attentively.
Harris summoned the courage and said, "Master... Why did you want Harry Potter in your plan?"
"If it were other wizards, men and women, young and old, I can get you back."
The icy voice was silent for a long time, and said: "Other wizards? Ha ha... Haris, do you want to hurry up and finish my work of serving me? You must be bored and sick in the face of me like this?"
"Master...I don't have it, my loyalty to you can be learned..."
"To shut up!"
"Don't you forget to never lie in front of me?!"
"I always understand what you think... when I find you, let you protect me. On the way, your heart is resenting me, hating me to separate you from your wife and children, hating me and pulling you again. It's time for you to hide from Tibet... You don't even dare to look directly at me..."
Harris shuddered and said, "No, Merlin is on, I just want to follow you to death..."
"Dare to lie to me!" growled coldly.
"You're too timid, and as soon as I heard that my goal was Dumbledore's well-protected Harry Potter, he was scared to death. You dare not go against the Ministry of Magic."
"I told you that Harry Potter's flesh and blood are the best materials for my recovery. Other people, I won't even consider it!"
"When I saw you in a terrified manner~EbookFREE.me~ I even missed the stinky mouse of Wormtail, who was timid but bowed to me."
"Master, Wormtail is dead." Harris reminded unhappy.
There was a trace of regret in the icy voice: "I know... It's a pity, I didn't expect that I was resurrected, and the worm tail that had been hiding for more than ten years was dead..."
"Harris, the plan will not change. But we tortured Bertha Jorkins to get the important information that led me to the plan from her mouth. Oh, who can think of...Dumble Lido actually thought that the thing that had been suspended for hundreds of years was time to restart..."
"This is an opportunity for us, otherwise, it would be difficult to wait until Harry Potter disappeared from the public eye, and there were not so many people around him."
Harris said with some complacency: "Master, Bertha Jorkins was caught by me, I..."
"Hush—!" The icy voice suddenly seemed to find something, stopped Harris from continuing to speak.
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