Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Frank Bryce was a veteran of the First World War.

Fortunately, he only caught the tail of the final victory, which made him not forget his remains on the battlefield like his father.

Before his mother passed away due to excessive grief, she slumped her skinny arms and told Frank that it was the most important thing to stay safe and secure throughout her life.

But he was young and stubborn, but he hoped to avenge his father.

But the same sentence, he was very lucky.

When he came back from the battlefield, the war brought him only a stiff leg that was too stiff, and an extreme dislike of the crowd and noise.

Is the revenge of my father counted as over?

Frank never found the answer to this question.

Since then, he has decided to listen to his mother, find an ordinary job, and live his life in peace and stability.

At this time, in his hometown, the wealthy Riddle family was looking for a gardener to hire.

It couldn't be better for him-he doesn't need too much swift legs and feet, and he can stay away from the noisy crowd.He believes that this must be the most suitable job for him.

To be honest, the Riddles are indeed very good match, because they are equally annoying.

But this has nothing to do with Frank, he doesn't care how much money is.All he wants is to live his stable life-this is his mother's last wish.

But one day nearly five years later, the owner and his family all died at home somehow.Frank, the only surviving Frank who lived in Riddle's house, was taken away by the police as a suspect.

The villagers immediately started to talk about it. After all, this kind of topic will always become a pastime before and after dinner.

Just when the situation was extremely serious for Frank, the autopsy report of the Riddle family came back, and the whole situation was reversed.

The police said that he had never seen an autopsy report more weird than this.

None of the Riddles were hurt by poisons, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor were they suffocated or strangled to death.

In fact, the report was clearly written in a confused tone: The Riddle family of three seemed to be healthy-except for one point, they all died.

The forensic doctors were determined to find something wrong in the body.

"Everyone in the Riddle family has an expression of horror on their faces."

But as the already helpless policeman said-who has heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?

Since there was no evidence to prove that the Riddles were murdered, the police had to release Frank.

What made everyone surprised and doubtful was that after the Riddle family was buried in the cemetery, Frank Bryce actually returned to the Riddle House garden, his cabin.

Frank wasn't too interested in the rumors in the village. He remained in front of his gardener, and then continued to work for the owner of the land.

This work took nearly half a century.

Now, Frank is about to celebrate his seventy-seventh birthday.

He was very deaf, and his bad leg became stiffer than before.But when the weather is good, people can still see him working in the flower garden, even though the weeds are creeping around him, he can't stop him.

Old Frank was actually not too confused, he knew he was just wasting his efforts.

Besides, it's not just weeds that Frank has to deal with—the boys in the village always like to throw stones on the windows of Riddle House.

As for the level grass that Frank took a lot of effort to maintain, they rode their bicycles on it.

Once or twice, they even broke into the old house to bet each other.

They knew that Old Frank cared for the house and garden wholeheartedly.

Whenever this happens, they feel very happy.

And what about old Frank?

He believed that these boys tortured him because they, like their parents and grandparents, thought he was a murderer.

But he has done this job almost all his life, and he has no reason to interrupt it.This may be for his mother's last wish, but it is also for his own life.

Therefore, on that August night...

The old Frank in his sleep was awakened by the pain of the bad leg again-now that he is getting older, his leg pain is getting worse.He got up from the bed, limped downstairs and walked into the kitchen, trying to fill the hot water bottle to warm up his stiff knee.

He stood by the pool, filling the kettle with water, habitually looking up at Riddle's House.

At this moment, he saw the dim light of the windows upstairs.

"Those little guys, what new tricks have come up with to punish my old bone?" Old Frank thought he had guessed what was going on.

The boys broke into the old house again, and the dim light in the windows flickered, and the brightness was uncertain. It was obvious that they were still on fire.

He quickly put the kettle down, dragged the bad leg, and returned upstairs as quickly as possible to get dressed.Immediately, he went back to the kitchen and took the old rusty key from the hook by the door.

Finally, he picked up the crutches leaning against the wall and walked into the night with one foot and one shallow.

The front door of Riddle's Mansion showed no signs of being forcibly broken in, and the windows were intact.

Old Frank limped around to the back of the house, stopped by a door almost completely covered by the creeper, took out the old key, and opened the door silently.

He hasn't come in for many years.

However, despite the darkness all around, he still remembered where the door to the corridor was.He fumbled and walked over, a smell of decay puffed his nose.

He raised his ears and caught every footstep or voice above his head.

When he came to the corridor, there was a little bit of light coming in because of the large grid windows on both sides of the front door.

He started to go upstairs, thinking that thanks to the thick dust accumulated on the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps and crutches was dull and difficult to be detected.

On the landing, Old Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was-at the top of the corridor, a door opened with a slit, and a shimmering light shot from the slit. An orange light and shadow were cast on the dark floor.

Frank leaned on his side and approached carefully, clutching the cane tightly in his hand.

A few steps away from the doorway, he could pass through the narrow gap of the slightly open door and see some things inside.

He saw it now. The fire was made in the fireplace—to be honest, it surprised him.

He stopped and raised his ears, only to hear a man's voice in the room.The voice seemed a little stiff, and the tone was dry, which was very uncomfortable.

"...Master, Lucius Malfoy is coming soon."

"Ok……"

Another voice suddenly rang. It sounded very young and soft and full of power.But somehow, Frank only felt that all his hairs were standing up, as if he had heard something that shouldn't be heard.

"So, what about Wormtail?" the voice asked softly, "How is his situation?"

"died."

"Well, this is also expected," the man said calmly, "but what about the effect?"

"One Auror died, five civilians died, and 22 wounded."

"That's it?" The voice seemed to have become a little heavier, but it was still calm and natural. "Is it because the old thing Dumbledore arrived soon?"

"No, it's because of a student, and he was the one who killed Wormtail," the dry voice paused and continued, "He calls himself Maca McLean."

"McLean...a student..." The man seemed to think for a while, "Oh, who else is there besides that kid? Maca McLean...Have you ever played against him?"

"Without the master's order, the servant dare not do anything."

"...Alright, um, first feed Nagini the one at the door, and then report the details of the battle in detail.

At this moment, Old Frank only felt that the door in front of him suddenly opened wide, and then his vision became pitch black.His life ended without any surprise.

At the same time, a figure like Peter Pettigrew, full of black aura, stood there.He grabbed Old Frank by the collar and dragged him into the hall of the old house.

As he threw old Frank forward, a giant snake with the same black aura rushed out of the darkness and swallowed old Frank's body in one bite.

Look at the huge figure that is still more than half hidden in the shadows, obviously not much smaller than the basilisk.

"Hiss"

It neighed at the figure, and the provocative eyes gleamed with wisdom.

...

Just when Old Frank was thrown into the arms of death, in the graveyard behind the blackstone fortress called "Azkaban", a young man was grinding a few thin pieces of stone hard.

On this silent island, the sound of the rubbing of the stones seemed quite abrupt.

But no one here will interrupt his work. He just polished it intently, trying to make the edges of the stone chips sharper.

No one knows what he wants to do, of course, no one will be interested here.

This boy was naturally the Maca imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Huh!" He suddenly picked up the stone chip, blew the stone chips on the surface of the stone chip, and looked at it over and over again, and then nodded in satisfaction.

This boy is naturally Maca-all he has to do before the time comes is just waiting.

But waiting here was definitely not what he wanted, so he decided to use everything here to continue some of his research.

For Maca, time is very precious, and you can't completely give up the wasted time of research because of poor conditions.

"Well, not bad."

He squeezed the stone and made a not too deep scratch on the trunk of a dead tree beside him.