Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Baby, are you kidding? Narcissa screamed in disbelief at the table.

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

I don't agree. How can there be homework for Christmas and go so far away? You said, did you arrange it from your giant teacher? Narcissa slapped the mahogany dining table hard. . I have to get your father to 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. It's just an assignment in Potions, it's not mandatory, but shouldn't your son be the best? Any task should be done flawlessly, no? Malfoy added after a pause. : The potions teacher's name is Severus Snape, you should know too...

Snape. Narcissa said the name once. It seems to have done things with your father, but I still don't agree. Narcissa said after thinking about it. Are you willing to leave your mother alone at home for Christmas? Narcissa seemed to squeeze some tears from her eyes.

Malfoy was at a loss for words.

I'm back. A middle-aged man's gloomy voice suddenly came from the marble fireplace.

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

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

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

The people of the Malfoy family are not reckless, but they are not lacking in courage. Lucius turned to Malfoy and said, Dad supports you of course.

Thinking back then, so did I... Then he showed a nostalgic look, as if thinking of his student days.

Enough, it's not that I don't know about your nonsense. Narcissa was in a very bad mood now, so she took Lucius, who was about to recall, as a punching bag.

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

In the words of TC people, it is: It's a big festival, why bother?

After lunch, Malfoy said goodbye to his parents and started today's trip.

Before he left, he went to a Muggle market on purpose and bought a few beef bones, but he didn't know what to do with them.

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Villagers in Little Hangleton still refer to the house as Riddle House, even though the Riddles haven't lived here in years. The house is located on a hillside, from which the whole village can be seen. Several windows of the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the crawlers were crawling all over the house. Riddle House, once a very handsome mansion, the most spacious and grand building for miles around, was now damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round.

Today, the house welcomed a small guest, with light blond hair and a black pocket in his hand.

Malfoy was walking on the wide road, and a few good-hearted villagers asked him where he was going, knowing that any unfamiliar face in such a small village made people curious. When Malfoy said his destination, every villager who asked him changed his face. Obviously, in their impression, the house had a gloomy and frightening feeling. The murder case fifty years ago was enough to leave a deep impression on these little villagers.

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

Besides Frank, he was the caretaker of the house, a gardener.

He was the biggest suspect in the murder 50 years ago. He went to the battlefield, and the villagers speculated that his spirit was a little abnormal, so he murdered the Riddle family.

The police, too, thought he was a serious suspect, and brought him back to the station, where Frank vehemently denied the charges, stubbornly repeating over and over that he was innocent. He said the only person he saw around the house on the day the Riddles died was a teenage boy he didn't know, with dark hair and a pale face. No one else in the village had ever seen such a boy, and the police believed that Frank had made it up out of thin air.

But the autopsy report left the cops at a loss. The cops had never seen a more bizarre report. A team of doctors examined the body and concluded that none of the Riddles had been harmed by poison, sharp weapons, pistols, suffocation or strangulation. In fact (the report goes on in a tone of apparent bewilderment), the Riddles all appeared healthy—except for one thing, they were all dead. The doctors did notice (as if they were determined to find something wrong in the corpse) that everyone in the Riddles had a look of horror on their faces--but as the cops, who had been helpless, said, who? Ever heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?

Frank was released.

What made people even more astonished was that he had returned to his log cabin in Riddle House Gardens.

The new owner of the mansion doesn't live here, and doesn't use the mansion for any purpose. It seems to be to make some fuss about taxation? The people in the village are unknown. However, the wealthy homeowner continued to pay Frank to be a gardener.

Dong dong dong. There was a knock on the door of the house.

Frank slowly stood up from the chair in the yard and limped towards the gate with his walking stick. Perhaps it was a dark wound left on the battlefield, or perhaps it was old age, and one of his legs was very weak. Flexible, can only rely on crutches to walk.

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

It's definitely not those kiddos, they're not that polite, Frank thought to himself. The boys in the village were always fond of throwing stones at the windows of Riddle House. Frank had worked so hard to keep the grass level, but they were scrambling over it with their bikes. Once or twice, they broke into the old house in order to bet each other.

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

The door was slowly opened, and the outdated door made an unbearable rubbing sound when it touched the ground.

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. He felt different from those little devils' heads. He thought this boy was very Temperament, looking at Malfoy, he seemed to recall the pale, black-haired child back then.

Go to sleep, sorry, Malfoy whispered, then raised his wand. Pass out! A red flame shot from the tip of the staff, hitting Frank.

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

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