Chapter 339 Barty and Voldemort
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Merlin rushed back to his residence, took off his wet stockings, put on a new pair of Balenciaga, and sighed. Nowadays, Muggles are making stockings more and more comfortable. Time has passed by. It’s the end of July.
The summer vacation was already halfway over. Under Hermione's supervision, Soul had completed all his summer homework. The next step was to wait for the Quidditch finals to begin.
At this time, somewhere in London, something was secretly happening---
In a village called Little Hangleton, there is a large, luxurious but dilapidated manor. At the edge of the backyard of the manor, there is a small wooden cabin. Why do you say it is a cabin? Because it really only has one cabin. Room.
The old man Frank is the owner of this cabin. Few people know what Frank’s full name is. He is old and deaf. He is over 70 years old. The injury he suffered when he was young was not treated properly and his old leg was damaged. It hurts terribly.
Now that he is older, he does not want to go to the hospital to see this leg. One reason is that he is poor, and the other reason is that this bad leg can still make him feel the fact that he is still alive.
Late that night, the old man Frank woke up from the pain in his bad leg. He shivered and got up from the hardwood bed, wanting to get some hot water to cover his old leg. He had been doing this for all these years. I've done it before, and this time is no exception.
"Tomorrow we have to be careful of those bad boys coming to the manor, and the weeds in the yard need to be weeded." Frank limped while filling his hot water bottle with water, and looked up through the window at the darkness. manor.
No one has lived in the manor for more than ten years. It should be dark, and only some outlines can be seen.
That's what Frank thought. As usual, he twisted the hot water bottle filled with water and placed it on the most painful part of his leg. The next moment, he felt something was wrong. He loosened his hand and suddenly looked up at the manor ---
There was clearly a window on the second floor that was shining with light.
The light was flickering, and there had been no electricity in the manor for a long time. It was obvious that someone was living there.
"It must be those bad boys who don't sleep and sneak inside for excitement." Frank thought, put down the water bag, limped to the door, picked up his crutch that was as old as him, and walked into the night middle.
Soon, Frank discovered that he was wrong, how wrong he was.
It was such a late night and today was not a good day. How could an ignorant boy come to this manor?
The thin, tall man in front of him with disheveled hair and a perverted smile on his face reminded Frank of the enemies he had encountered on the battlefield. He was obviously not a good person.
There is also an old Frank who cannot be seen, hiding in a chair with his back to him. There is a thick and long snake coiled beside the chair. What makes Old Frank sure is that there must be someone sitting on the chair. , still a man, he clearly heard this man talking to the snake just now.
There are also some strange words that old Frank has never heard before, such as "wizard" and "Quidditch match".
Frank was about to leave secretly and go to the town guard to call the police, but the thin and tall man discovered him. No, to be precise, it was the snake that found him, and the thin and tall man caught him. Come in and throw it roughly to the ground.
"Breaking into private houses. If I had a gun, I could shoot you!" Old Frank struggled to stand up. Although he was scared inside, he still spoke forcefully.
The thin and tall man seemed to have heard some joke, his eyes bulged, and then he started laughing, and soon he bent down holding his stomach.
"Oh, listen to this dirty and ugly Muggle, what kind of jokes is he telling, Master? Does he imagine that those ridiculous weapons of Muggles can cause harm to a wizard?"
"This is so funny, hahaha."
"Okay, okay, Barty, be quiet." There was a hint of smile in the cold voice, "We still have some questions to ask this Muggle."
"I'm not a Muggle, I'm a human being!" Frank said roughly. "What I heard tonight was enough to attract the attention of the patrol. You have killed people - and are planning to kill more people!"
"I also have to tell you, this is Riddle Mansion! If I don't go back --- my wife ---"
"You have no wife, and no one knows you are here." A cold voice sounded, "Don't try to deceive the great Lord Voldemort, he knows everything."
"And how can you be sure that I'm not Riddle? Even though this name makes me sick every time I say it."
"Okay, then tell me, who are you from Riddle?" Frank stood up crookedly on crutches, "Let me see your face. For a long time, I have served everyone in the Riddle family. , I remember everyone here!”
"Turn your face around like a man--"
The fire crackled and a brief silence fell in the air.
"Oh, okay, okay---" the cold voice sounded again, with a hint of playfulness, "Come on, Barty, let this Muggle look at me and turn my chair around, ha, take a look Can he recognize who I am?"
"Oh! My master." The thin and tall man named Batty lowered his head deeply and said with a trembling voice.
"Let me tell you, such a dirty old man doesn't deserve to see your honor at all, Master. However, you have requests, and your loyal servant should obey your orders."
The man bent over and without fear stepped over the snake entangled on the carpet next to the chair. He put his hand on the back of the chair and began to turn the armchair.
There was an unpleasant sound of the wooden legs of the chair rubbing against the carpet. The giant snake raised its head and made a slight hissing sound.
Old Frank finally saw what was on that chair.
His eyes widened in horror, he opened his mouth, and a whooshing sound came from his throat. A mouthful of old phlegm pressed down on his throat, and the crutch in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Do you recognize who I am? A Muggle." A cold voice with a hint of teasing sounded in the empty small room.
"Ho ho..." Old Frank was even more frightened. What kind of monster it was, with a huge head, no nose, eyes flashing red, but its body was wrapped in a piece of cloth like a baby.
"Lord Voldemort is asking you something, you dirty, smelly old thing. No one can ignore the great Lord Voldemort's question!" The tall and thin man took the long wooden stick in his hand and punched it hard in the air. Dump.
An invisible whip struck Old Frank, and Old Frank was slapped to the ground. The clear pain coming from his body made him come back to his senses from his stupid state.
A shrill cry erupted from Old Frank's open mouth.
Screams echoed in the house. If anyone was looking outside in the direction of the manor, they could see a strange green light flashing through a window somewhere in the manor.
The screen pulled back, and the shouting in the room suddenly stopped. The big snake hissed excitedly, lowered its head and snaked towards the fallen old Frank.
"Oh, Master, your heroic appearance is still as good as before. It's not that I question your decision. Don't you...do you have anything else to ask this dirty old thing?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Barty, I've seen everything I want to know..."
"I'm too weak, I can only trust you. I need...you...help me..." A voice without warmth sounded intermittently, and there was a burst of skin and flesh being torn, and teeth rubbing against bones--- Creepy sounds.
The following words could not be heard clearly. Only the man named Buddy had a fanatical smile on his face, bent down hard, and was extremely excited---
"As you command, Master."
The summer vacation was already halfway over. Under Hermione's supervision, Soul had completed all his summer homework. The next step was to wait for the Quidditch finals to begin.
At this time, somewhere in London, something was secretly happening---
In a village called Little Hangleton, there is a large, luxurious but dilapidated manor. At the edge of the backyard of the manor, there is a small wooden cabin. Why do you say it is a cabin? Because it really only has one cabin. Room.
The old man Frank is the owner of this cabin. Few people know what Frank’s full name is. He is old and deaf. He is over 70 years old. The injury he suffered when he was young was not treated properly and his old leg was damaged. It hurts terribly.
Now that he is older, he does not want to go to the hospital to see this leg. One reason is that he is poor, and the other reason is that this bad leg can still make him feel the fact that he is still alive.
Late that night, the old man Frank woke up from the pain in his bad leg. He shivered and got up from the hardwood bed, wanting to get some hot water to cover his old leg. He had been doing this for all these years. I've done it before, and this time is no exception.
"Tomorrow we have to be careful of those bad boys coming to the manor, and the weeds in the yard need to be weeded." Frank limped while filling his hot water bottle with water, and looked up through the window at the darkness. manor.
No one has lived in the manor for more than ten years. It should be dark, and only some outlines can be seen.
That's what Frank thought. As usual, he twisted the hot water bottle filled with water and placed it on the most painful part of his leg. The next moment, he felt something was wrong. He loosened his hand and suddenly looked up at the manor ---
There was clearly a window on the second floor that was shining with light.
The light was flickering, and there had been no electricity in the manor for a long time. It was obvious that someone was living there.
"It must be those bad boys who don't sleep and sneak inside for excitement." Frank thought, put down the water bag, limped to the door, picked up his crutch that was as old as him, and walked into the night middle.
Soon, Frank discovered that he was wrong, how wrong he was.
It was such a late night and today was not a good day. How could an ignorant boy come to this manor?
The thin, tall man in front of him with disheveled hair and a perverted smile on his face reminded Frank of the enemies he had encountered on the battlefield. He was obviously not a good person.
There is also an old Frank who cannot be seen, hiding in a chair with his back to him. There is a thick and long snake coiled beside the chair. What makes Old Frank sure is that there must be someone sitting on the chair. , still a man, he clearly heard this man talking to the snake just now.
There are also some strange words that old Frank has never heard before, such as "wizard" and "Quidditch match".
Frank was about to leave secretly and go to the town guard to call the police, but the thin and tall man discovered him. No, to be precise, it was the snake that found him, and the thin and tall man caught him. Come in and throw it roughly to the ground.
"Breaking into private houses. If I had a gun, I could shoot you!" Old Frank struggled to stand up. Although he was scared inside, he still spoke forcefully.
The thin and tall man seemed to have heard some joke, his eyes bulged, and then he started laughing, and soon he bent down holding his stomach.
"Oh, listen to this dirty and ugly Muggle, what kind of jokes is he telling, Master? Does he imagine that those ridiculous weapons of Muggles can cause harm to a wizard?"
"This is so funny, hahaha."
"Okay, okay, Barty, be quiet." There was a hint of smile in the cold voice, "We still have some questions to ask this Muggle."
"I'm not a Muggle, I'm a human being!" Frank said roughly. "What I heard tonight was enough to attract the attention of the patrol. You have killed people - and are planning to kill more people!"
"I also have to tell you, this is Riddle Mansion! If I don't go back --- my wife ---"
"You have no wife, and no one knows you are here." A cold voice sounded, "Don't try to deceive the great Lord Voldemort, he knows everything."
"And how can you be sure that I'm not Riddle? Even though this name makes me sick every time I say it."
"Okay, then tell me, who are you from Riddle?" Frank stood up crookedly on crutches, "Let me see your face. For a long time, I have served everyone in the Riddle family. , I remember everyone here!”
"Turn your face around like a man--"
The fire crackled and a brief silence fell in the air.
"Oh, okay, okay---" the cold voice sounded again, with a hint of playfulness, "Come on, Barty, let this Muggle look at me and turn my chair around, ha, take a look Can he recognize who I am?"
"Oh! My master." The thin and tall man named Batty lowered his head deeply and said with a trembling voice.
"Let me tell you, such a dirty old man doesn't deserve to see your honor at all, Master. However, you have requests, and your loyal servant should obey your orders."
The man bent over and without fear stepped over the snake entangled on the carpet next to the chair. He put his hand on the back of the chair and began to turn the armchair.
There was an unpleasant sound of the wooden legs of the chair rubbing against the carpet. The giant snake raised its head and made a slight hissing sound.
Old Frank finally saw what was on that chair.
His eyes widened in horror, he opened his mouth, and a whooshing sound came from his throat. A mouthful of old phlegm pressed down on his throat, and the crutch in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Do you recognize who I am? A Muggle." A cold voice with a hint of teasing sounded in the empty small room.
"Ho ho..." Old Frank was even more frightened. What kind of monster it was, with a huge head, no nose, eyes flashing red, but its body was wrapped in a piece of cloth like a baby.
"Lord Voldemort is asking you something, you dirty, smelly old thing. No one can ignore the great Lord Voldemort's question!" The tall and thin man took the long wooden stick in his hand and punched it hard in the air. Dump.
An invisible whip struck Old Frank, and Old Frank was slapped to the ground. The clear pain coming from his body made him come back to his senses from his stupid state.
A shrill cry erupted from Old Frank's open mouth.
Screams echoed in the house. If anyone was looking outside in the direction of the manor, they could see a strange green light flashing through a window somewhere in the manor.
The screen pulled back, and the shouting in the room suddenly stopped. The big snake hissed excitedly, lowered its head and snaked towards the fallen old Frank.
"Oh, Master, your heroic appearance is still as good as before. It's not that I question your decision. Don't you...do you have anything else to ask this dirty old thing?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Barty, I've seen everything I want to know..."
"I'm too weak, I can only trust you. I need...you...help me..." A voice without warmth sounded intermittently, and there was a burst of skin and flesh being torn, and teeth rubbing against bones--- Creepy sounds.
The following words could not be heard clearly. Only the man named Buddy had a fanatical smile on his face, bent down hard, and was extremely excited---
"As you command, Master."
