Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Accompanied by the question of the cold voice, the room fell silent for a while.

Frank pressed his right ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly.

"...Don't worry, Master. I will kill him with my own hands, if he is uninterested."

After a moment of silence, the man named Barty Crouch replied indifferently, with a chill in his voice.

"Very well, of course I believe you can do this...but I mean, if you can, it's better to grab him than a useless corpse. A living senior official of the Ministry of Magic is obviously more useful. Isn't it? He can do too much."

Frank's expression gradually became solemn, and he heard the words "Ministry of Magic", "corpse", and "official" accurately.

Maybe there are some secret words he doesn't understand, but according to Frank's experience, the people in the room are obviously extremely dangerous.

If it wasn't a botched drama being rehearsed there, then he might have just hit the scene where a group of criminals planned to kill. Frank gripped the crutches tightly, held his breath, and listened more intently to the conversation from the other side of the wooden door. .

"Are you going to use the Imperius Curse to manipulate him?" Batty Krach asked softly.

"That is of course the first choice, but if he is too stubborn..."

The cold, sharp voice laughed softly, and Frank felt the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.

"The director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, the former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, he has too many secrets waiting to be discovered. When he loses its effect, his body will become the most wonderful warning. Warn those hearts. Lucky guy, what a stupid thing to oppose the Dark Lord. I will give you this honor, just as I personally killed my stupid and dirty Muggle father decades ago..."

Etc., etc

A tight string suddenly broke in Frank's mind.

Barty Crouch...Master...Tom Riddle...killing father...decades ago...

He suddenly remembered that on the day the Riddles died, the only person he had seen near Riddle's House.

It was a teenage boy he didn't know. The boy had black hair and pale face. Everyone in the village said that they had never seen such a boy, so the police unanimously believed that Frank had fabricated it out of thin air, but he knew that he had indeed seen the mysterious boy...

Speaking of, decades ago, long before the Riddles died, there was an amazing scandal in Little Hangleton Village!

The son of the squire’s family in Little Hangleton village eloped with the tramp’s daughter, Merope. The news shocked all the villagers of Little Hangleton, but after a few months, Tom Riddle returned. Riddle House, but he did not bring his wife with him.

There are rumors that Tom Riddle insisted that he was "deceived" and "deceived".

At that time, the villagers were speculating whether Merope lied to Tom Riddle, pretending that she had his child in her belly, and forced him to marry her, but the woman never returned to Xiaohanger. Pause, so people can’t find more people to ask about.

But if... if...

The woman named Merope did not lie, or during those months, she was pregnant with a child.

By the way, that tramp, what is the name of Merope's father?

Frank tried to search through the dusty memories.

Marvolo Gondor? Or Marvel Gunter?

Wait a minute, the boy Rod, how did he say the name of the house owner he saw?

"...Tom Marvolo Riddle." The Sheriff Rod's nervous voice sounded in Frank's mind at the right time.

On the outside steps, Frank suddenly realized that his hand holding the cane was soaked with sweat.

Obviously, the man with a sharp, cold voice, the man named by Barty Crouch as the master, was probably the black-haired boy he saw on the edge of Riddle's Mansion that year, who was abandoned by the old Tom Riddle. He killed the old Riddle decades ago. After years of disappearing, the young Riddle, who has become the head of the criminal, is planning another horrific murder before his eyes.

Frank knew what he had to do. The police must be called at this time.

He wanted to sneak out of the old house and head straight to the phone booth in the village, or to shoot the door panel of Rod's house.

But the voice that looked like "Little Tom Riddle" began to speak again.

Frank stayed where he was, as if frozen, trying desperately to concentrate and listen.

"It's almost time... You can go to the Ministry of Magic... Except for Old Crouch, the others who resisted are killed directly. Of course, the most important thing is the prophecy ball and files. The servants are well hidden, and some are still waiting for me to save. Go ahead, first teach the Ministry a lesson, and then...it's the old man Dumbledore's turn..."

Frank's heart sank sharply, and the crutch in his hand was about to break, just like when he was holding a rifle on the battlefield.

The criminals are about to take action, they are about to come out!

There is only one road to the outer trunk road from Riddle House. Whether those guys leave through the front door or the back door, he must not be able to run past those with healthy legs, no matter if those guys leave through the front door or the back door. The hand holding the cane kept shaking.

boom!

boom!

boom!

At this moment, a series of sounds like coarse salt sprinkled on a fire suddenly came from the room.

Frank was horrified to find that the orange flames lingering around the room had all turned into a weird green in an instant.

At least a dozen, oh, more than that, maybe more whispers sounded from various locations in Riddle's Mansion in turn. It happened to be the place where the fireplace was built. Whether it was a "fake fireplace" or a real fireplace room, Frank suddenly came into being. A strange idea, a ridiculous idea...Those people can leave through the flame in the fireplace, maybe this is how they came?

Frank didn't understand what was going on.

He knew it was crazy, but there seemed to be no other explanation.

Frank tried to suppress the fear in his heart, carefully moved his legs, and walked along the original path back to the front door.

No one chased it out, but the fire in Riddle's Mansion did not go out, but the faint green fire was gradually dissipating into orange. He could vaguely see individual figures shaking by the window. The criminals gathered there were obviously Not all left.

Despite the tremor all over, Frank clenched his cane and limped along the mountain road towards the center of Little Hangleton Village.

For decades, the label of "murderer" has seemed like an unhealable scar, torturing him every moment.

He didn’t even expect to clear up the suspicion until tonight, what he heard... If his guess was correct, if the policemen moved fast enough, maybe he had a chance to wash it off before he lay down in the coffin. The stain that tortured him for the rest of his life.

...

"That old Muggle left..."

In the distance, on the second floor of Riddle's House, which Old Frank couldn't see.

A middle-aged wizard removed his fingers from the blinds, and his voice returned to its original state.

"Well, fortunately, he didn't choose to break in just now"

Frank shrugged, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked curiously at the wizard standing by the window.

"So, the voice just now... is the voice of your British Dark Lord? It sounds a bit uncomfortable."

As a wizard responsible for guarding and maintaining the scene, after activating the door key teleportation point and lighting the fireplace, his remaining job is to sit quietly in the corner and enjoy the "drama performance", and cast oblivion spells or other spells if necessary, so as not to There was accidental wear.

"Well, almost... I also imitated the scene in the memory material"

The middle-aged wizard spread his hands and said uncertainly, "Anyway, there is such a thick door, and after so many years, it’s okay to be slightly different. After all, the dark demon can’t jump out and deny it. , Right? Besides, I’m not British, I’m just studying at Hogwarts, I was born in Vienna, and my mother is British, so I have a little talent for languages.”

"I still don't understand, well, I'm not discriminating against Muggles, I just think..."

Frank glanced at the pulsating flames of the Orange Club fireplace on the other side of the room, making sure that his long-winded uncle hadn't come out of it.

"That's just an ordinary Muggle old man, and even the Muggle police may not care what he said. When we weave scenes and dialogues so solemnly, we always feel that we are doing useless things. No matter how we think about it. What a Muggle old man overheard is too convincing in the magic world! If you want to mislead the British Ministry of Magic, wouldn’t it be more convincing to choose a wizard?"

"Can I understand that you are questioning Miss Fool's decision, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or..."

The middle-aged wizard raised his left eyebrow, rubbed his wand and said softly, "Do you think these things insult your talent?"

"I'm not, I, I'm just" Frank explained anxiously.

Since he performed the “invitation” mission in the former Soviet Union, he subconsciously wanted to understand the purpose of the mission. According to the words of Mr. It is more important to understand how to do something.

If he doesn't want to be a screw all his life, then he must try to understand the value of his task as much as possible.

"It's very simple, because people judge the credibility of an information, the first point is not the source of the information."

At this moment, a girl's voice rang like a wind chime blowing by the forest wind, interrupting the words behind Frank.

The two wizards in the room turned their heads, just in time to see "Miss Fool" gently opening the door and walking in.

As if the young queen was coming to her territory, the girl's gaze slowly swept across the room, and finally fell on Frank's worried face.

"What they want to believe is the most important thing. People are always arrogant and conceited. To some extent, the testimony of Mr. Frank Bryce is even more powerful than that of Albus Dumbledore. After all... he doesn't even understand what a "Muggle" is."

The lake-blue eyes of "Miss Fool" were as seductive as before, but the tone between his lips was full of aloofness and coldness.

"From now on, try to move the Floo network every three minutes to confirm that the fireplace network is in a closed state. The destination, the British Ministry of Magic. Once you successfully reach the Ministry of Magic, it means that the'dark wizard' who invaded the Ministry of Magic should leave. ,do you understand?"

"let's start"

Great!