Chapter 357： Homicide 50 years ago

Chapter 357

A dangerous gleam flashed in her eyes, and she said, "The wizards of those years were too wise to protect themselves. They forgot the honor of the wizard, they forgot the persistence of the wizard. One by one took the initiative to surrender to Voldemort, one by one took the initiative to accept the Imperius Curse, They are the shame of wizards."

She said in a stern tone, "But not all wizards have forgotten all this. There will always be someone who will stand up against Voldemort. He will never succeed. But I don't want to see it. You young people will do this. Dangerous thing. And those of Voldemort's generation are not dead yet."

She was from the same age as Voldemort, a traditional stern witch. She can't see the old people relying on the old to sell the old, let alone the old* hurt the young.

Voldemort was a man of their time. Voldemort created fear and threatened everyone. Those old ladies and old ladies of the same age hid one by one, shivering one by one, and handing over all the dangers to the children to solve. This is simply the greatest shame in the history of the wizarding world.

"At least after our old bones are dead, it's your turn to work hard." Grandma said harshly.

At this time Anna had already brought the tea and handed it to her grandmother to calm her down.

After grandmother took a sip of tea and eased her mood, George said softly, "Don't worry, I will be fine, and I will not take risks."

He said in a playful tone, "After all, Voldemort is old, ugly, and weird in ancient times. I'm tall and handsome, and everyone loves him. He robbed the house, bought and sold. I have the skill to make money and everyone worships."

He blinked and said, "Whatever you look at, it's my life. What's more, he was timid and afraid of death, splitting his soul many times. When he died, he found a place to hide for decades. Once the limelight passed, You can come out to bully the kids again."

"He has nothing to do with him, he can be completely hooligan. You will be worried about what I am going to suffer. I am so expensive and someone cares, so I won't go head-to-head with him."

"You--" Grandma couldn't help being amused by George's words. The serious atmosphere couldn't continue. She nodded and said, "It's fine if you know."

With the understanding and support of the family, the preparation work went smoothly. After enjoying the peace and warmth of family life for a few days, George started a new task.

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Little Hangleton is a secluded and old village. There is a big house on a hillside to the north of the village, from which you can overlook the whole village.

From a distance, the mansion still stands out from the crowd, but after walking in, there are overgrown weeds. The roof tiles were incomplete and the creeper covered the whole house. The house is not like a dwelling place for people, but like a place where ghosts stay.

It was once the most spacious and majestic building within a few miles of Little Hangleton Village, but at this time it was extremely dilapidated and desolate. Only the broad outline remained, telling the former glory of the host.

This has become a forbidden area in Little Hangerton Village, and the villagers think that there is something unclean here. That has originated more than fifty years ago, and a terrible and bizarre thing is happening in this big house.

This is an absolute event in a secluded village. Even now, fifty years later, the old people in the village still often bring up these topics. Even if more than fifty years have passed, nothing more terrible and bizarre than that will happen in the village.

After years of adding fuel and vinegar, the story even has several versions. Even the oldest old man can't tell how true the rumors are.

But the beginning of each story is the same way:

Fifty years ago, Riddle House was the richest and most luxurious family in this neighborhood. That big house is also very stylish and well-managed. It is a place that the villagers admire and look up to. Everyone yearns for such a family and dreams that one day they can live such a rich and beautiful life.

At dawn one summer, the weather was clear, and the sun just shone golden light from the hillside. A maid walked into the living room and was about to clean up and prepare breakfast, only to find that all three of Riddle's family were lying in the living room. All three of the family had died of anger.

The maid screamed all the way out of Riddle's House, ran down the hill, ran into the village, and awakened all the villagers.

"They were all lying there, their eyes widened, with a terrible appearance about to stick out. They were cold and dead, and they were all wearing dinner clothes. They died at dinner."

The villagers immediately notified the police, and the entire Little Hangleton Village was plunged into surprise and curiosity. It must be said that the villagers did not feel much sadness and panic.

The reason is that the popularity of the Riddle family in the village is really bad. Their family is very rich, but they are rude and bully. The old couple in the village are all despising people. Their adult son Tom is even worse than his parents.

Throughout the year, the villagers have complained a lot. This time the Riddle's family of three died clean, and everyone clapped their hands and cheered, just to celebrate with gongs and drums. They are more interested in who killed the Riddle family of three.

Obviously, during the three weekdays, some of them have strength to do bad things. They are all very healthy. It is impossible to die suddenly and naturally on the same night The villagers celebrated until the night, and everyone was so excited to sleep. Unknowingly, the only broken tavern in the village also rarely appeared when business was booming. The whole village came to talk about this exciting murder. They inquired around and exchanged guesses, wondering who killed the Riddles.

During the heated discussion, the Riddle’s cook suddenly appeared in the pub. She seemed to know something. She said to the quiet villagers, “The police arrested a man named Frank Bryce.”

"It can't be him." A few villagers called.

Frank Bryce is the gardener at Riddle's Manor. He lives in a dilapidated log cabin in Riddle's Manor.

Frank once participated in the war, and when he returned from the battlefield, he only got a stiff leg that was broken by injury. He didn't make any credit, he didn't make any money, only got a injured leg and a full stomach of violent temper. He couldn't find a woman who could love him, he couldn't find a wife.

He still has the aftereffects of the war. He is extremely disgusted with crowds and noise. He can't get along with them and it is difficult for him to find a job. Therefore, he has been working for the Riddles and looking after the garden for them.

The guests in the tavern scrambled to buy wine for the chef, and asked her to drink, hoping to get more details from her.

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