Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"I don't think I have." Malfoy said calmly.

"I don't agree. How could there be homework for Christmas and go so far away? You said, did your giant teacher arrange it." Narcissa slapped the mahogany table hard. ."I must let your father fire him. It's hard to imagine Hogwarts willing to hire a murderer as a teacher."

"Oh, mother, he's just a janitor now." Malfoy explained slowly."This is just an extra-curricular homework in the Potions class. It is not a rigid requirement, but shouldn't your son be the best? Any task should be perfectly completed, shouldn't it?" Malfoy paused and added : "The potions teacher is called Severus Snape, and you should also know..."

"Snape." Narcissa said the name once."It seems to have worked with your father, but I still disagree." Narcissa said after thinking about it."Are you willing to leave your mother alone at home on Christmas?" Narcissa seemed to squeeze some tears from her eyes.

Malfoy was speechless for a while.

"I'm back." A middle-aged man suddenly heard a gloomy voice from the marble fireplace.

"Mother, I think there is still a father who can accompany you now." Malfoy couldn't help but a hint of joy in his tone.

"I'm not here when I really should be, and I'm back when I shouldn't." Compared to Malfoy, Narcissa's tone was very bad.

The dusty Lucius obviously didn't understand the situation, and looked confused, came to the table and took a sip of honey tea, and then Malfoy explained it to him.

"The Malfoys are not reckless people, but they are not people who lack courage." Lucius turned to Malfoy and said, "Of course Dad supports you."

"I think back then, I too..." Then he showed a look of nostalgia, seeming to think of his school days.

"Enough, I don't know what your mess is." Narcissa is in a bad mood now, so she almost uses Lucius, who is about to remember, as a punching bag.

The interrupted Lucius smiled awkwardly and stopped talking, obviously not wanting to argue with Narcissa who was angry.

In a word of the TC people: "Why bother with a big holiday?"

After lunch, Malfoy bid farewell to his parents and began today's trip.

Before leaving completely, he deliberately went to the Muggle market and bought a few beef bones, not knowing what to use.

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Villagers in Little Hangleton still refer to this house as "Riddle's House," even though the Riddles haven't lived here for many years.The house is located on a hillside, from here you can see the whole village.The windows of the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the creeper crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws.Riddle House was originally a very beautiful mansion, but the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles, but now it has become damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round.

But today the house welcomed a young guest, he has light blond hair and a black pocket in his hand.

Malfoy was walking on the wide road, during which a few good villagers asked him where he was going. It would be curious to know that any face appeared in such a small village.When Malfoy said his destination, every villager who asked him changed his face.Obviously, in their impression, the house had a terrifying feeling.The murder 50 years ago left a deep impression on these small villagers.

After persuading to no avail, the villagers shook their heads and left helplessly, very puzzled by the boy's behavior, because no one wanted to approach this gradually desolate house.

Except for Frank, he is the caretaker of the house and a gardener.

In the murder case fifty years ago, he was the biggest suspect. He was on the battlefield, and the villagers speculated that his spirit was a little abnormal, and then murdered the Riddles.

The police also thought he had a serious suspicion, so he took him back to the police station. Frank denied the allegations, and he stubbornly repeated that he was innocent over and over again.He said that on the day the Riddles died, the only person he saw near the house was a teenage boy he didn't know. The boy had black hair and pale face.No one else in the village had seen such a boy, and the police believed that Frank had fabricated it out of thin air.

But the autopsy report made it impossible for the police to start. The police had never seen a report more weird than this.A group of doctors examined the corpse and concluded that none of the Riddle family was harmed by poisons, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor were they suffocated or strangled.In fact (the report went on with an apparently confused tone), the Riddle family of three looked healthy—with one exception, they all died.The doctors noticed (it seems that they are determined to find something wrong on the body), everyone in the Riddle family has an expression of horror on their faces--but as the already helpless policeman said, who Ever heard that three people were scared to death at the same time?

Frank was released.

What makes people even more amazing is that he actually returned to his cabin in the courtyard of Riddle House.

The new owner of the mansion neither lives here, nor does he use the house for any purpose. It seems to be doing something about taxation?The people in the village are unknown.However, the wealthy homeowner continued to spend money to hire Frank as a gardener.

"Boom boom boom." The door of the house was knocked.

Frank stood up slowly from the chair in the yard, and limped towards the gate with his walking stick. Maybe it was a hidden wound left on the battlefield, or maybe it was because he was old and his leg was very bad. Handy, can only rely on crutches to help.

As he walked, Frank wondered who would come to this house.

"It certainly won't be those little ghosts, they are not so polite." Frank thought to himself.The boys in the village always like to throw stones on the windows of Riddle House.It took Frank a lot of hard work to keep the grass level, but they rode their bicycles on it.Once or twice, they broke into the old house to bet each other.

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

The door was slowly opened, and the old door was touching the ground with an unbearable rubbing sound.

"Oh, boy, what's the matter with you here." After opening the door, Frank saw a strange boy with a pale face and light blond hair. It felt different from those little ghosts. He thought this boy was very With temperament, looking at Malfoy, he seemed to recall the pale, black-haired child back then.

"Go to sleep, sorry," Malfoy said softly, then raised his wand."Faint!" A red flame shot from the tip of the staff and hit Frank.

His body slowly fell on the lawn and then lost consciousness.

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