Chapter 270 The Returning Viper

There is a villa located on a hillside in Little Hangleton. Although the owner of this villa is no longer the Riddle family, the villagers still call the villa Riddle House.

On the one hand, this is because the current owner of this villa does not live here, and has never even appeared here. On the other hand, it is because the Riddle family left such a deep impression on them.

The Riddles are a standard annoying family. They are mean, arrogant, and unkind. No one in Hangleton likes them.

And one night in the fiftieth year, the bodies of the three members of the Riddle family were neatly discovered in the Riddle Mansion.

Frank, the gardener of the Riddle House, was the biggest suspect, but he insisted that he was innocent and said that he had seen a teenage child entering the Riddle House that night. It was a child who should have killed the Riddle family.

The police didn't believe him at all and were still interrogating him.

But in the end, Frank was released because the police had no evidence to prove that Frank killed the Riddle family.

Their deaths were very strange. Forensic doctors did not find any traces of poisoning, shooting, etc. that might have caused their death on their bodies, but they just didn't breathe.

The villagers didn't care about the truth of the matter. The Riddle family was rich and stingy, and Frank, the gardener who had returned from the war, was also a little neurotic. The villagers all had the same attitude towards them, disgust.

The only impact that what happened at Riddle House had on the villagers was that it gave them something to eat for a long time, giving them more to talk about when bragging in the tavern.

Now, fifty years have passed since that terrible incident.

Perhaps out of pity, perhaps because there was too much money and no place to spend it, in short the new owner of the Riddle House did not fire Frank, which gave Frank, a lame veteran, a place to stay.

Frank has been guarding Riddle House for the past fifty years. Although its owner may never live in it again, Frank is still doing his best to do his job and mow the lawn.

As for maintaining and cleaning the house, Frank won't do it. His employer only pays him a gardener's salary, so he only does the work of a gardener. He draws the line here very clearly.

Time will wash away everything. This saying does not apply to Little Hangleton. Even after fifty years, the villagers still regard him as a murderer and use him as a negative example to teach their children to obey. Be law-abiding.

This makes his job difficult, because the children in the village are always causing trouble for him. One day they smash the windows with rocks, and the next they ride bicycles on the neat lawn. These children call this behavior justice sanctions, and sanctions Of course he is the 'murderer'.

Now he is over 70 years old, and his body has been unable to bear it, especially his lame leg, which has now reached the point where he has to use a cane.

As we get older, we naturally wake up more often in the middle of the night.

But this time when he walked out of the hut on crutches, he found that the lights were on in the Riddle House opposite.

"These damn naughty kids!"

Frank cursed and walked into the Riddle House. He was determined to teach those naughty children who liked to cause trouble for him an impressive lesson this time!

Frank moved very gently out of fear that the children would escape.

He had been a scout back then and had some experience in infiltrating.

He slowly approached the lighted room, but before he could get closer, he heard voices inside.

"Master, I may die."

This was a weak voice that sounded very high-pitched. After this high-pitched voice appeared, another hoarse voice sounded out, as if talking in sleep.

"Where's Nagini? It's time for her to drink milk."

Frank immediately shrank into a dark corner. These two people were obviously not those naughty kids. He instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"I...I don't know, it's probably somewhere in the house." The high-pitched voice suddenly trembled with fear, "Master, I feel very bad. I may die and can no longer serve you. , woo woo woo!”

"Shut up! Wormtail (Peter's nickname)!"

The crying stopped suddenly.

"You can't die from your injuries! Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You have already begun to regret coming to me! I make you feel disgusted. I can see that you tremble all over when you see me! If you hadn't now There is no place to go at all, you have long abandoned me, a piece of trash that needs to be fed by you every few hours!"

"No! Master, I am loyal to you..."

"Lie! If you are as loyal as you say, then how do you explain how you escaped from Azkaban? How do you explain that as soon as you found me, a dozen wizards appeared and attacked us? ?”

"I...I don't know."

"Idiot! You were tricked! The reason why the other party took you out of Azkaban was just to find me! If the other party hadn't wanted to capture us alive, and if I hadn't accumulated some strength over the years, I would have You were captured by that group of people! And you! You have already turned into a corpse!

Now! Don't give me any more nonsense! Decorate the cemetery for me as soon as possible, and then, as planned, go get Harry Potter's blood for me! "

"I know...I know! Master! The great Lord Voldemort!"

The hoarse voice seemed to be tired after speaking for such a long time. It was breathing heavily and seemed very labored.

Frank slowly backed away. He felt something was wrong. The two people in the room kept talking about corpses, killing people, etc. They didn't look like good people.

He planned to call the police, but when he turned to go downstairs to make a phone call, he found a python at least twelve feet long slowly approaching him.

Frank was stunned. He stared blankly at the python's huge body twisting like waves, leaving winding, wide traces on the dusty floor.

Frank closed his eyes in despair. He had seen the introduction about pythons in the BBC documentary, and knew that although the behemoth in front of him looked bulky, it actually moved extremely fast. His old arms and legs couldn't escape at all. Lose.

However, just when he was desperate, the big snake slowly passed by him and entered the bright room. It made a hissing sound as it crawled, and finally stopped in front of a recliner, as if He curled up like a pet dog.

"Hiss, hiss~"

There was an extra hissing sound in the room, which made Frank feel a little strange. Could it be that there was a snake in this room?

But immediately, he put aside this idea, because the husky voice spoke again.

"Oh, Wormtail, my Nagini brought shocking news. A dirty Muggle is hiding outside the door and heard everything we said!"

Frank was shocked, and he had a suspicion in his heart. Could it be that the extra neighing sound just now was made by the hoarse male voice? Can he communicate with snakes?

Before Frank could react from the shock, a short, fat man who looked like a mouse came out of the room and looked at him in surprise.

This short, fat man had a large amount of gauze tied around his body, an eyepatch on his right eye, and he seemed to be lame on one leg.

Frank's mouth opened and closed silently, as if he wanted to explain something.

But before he could speak, the severely injured fat man in front of him grinned, pointed a short wooden stick at him, and recited a sentence that he couldn't understand at all.

The ominous green light flashed away, and Frank fell to the floor with a thud, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

…

At the same time, the Yeqi carriage that Mike and Penello were riding in also slowly landed in an open space.

"Welcome, Mr. Townley, Miss Crevat."

As soon as the two got out of the car, a young man wearing the uniform of a Ministry of Magic official came up to them. On the other side, a staff member guided the driver to drive the carriage to the parking area.

"Thank you, Dick." After Mike greeted the young official, he introduced Penello, "This is Dick Roman, the clerk of the British and Irish Quidditch League Command."

"Good evening, Dick."

"Comrade, Miss Crevat, you are definitely the most beautiful lady I have seen tonight."

Although he knew that the other party was just talking politely, Penello was still very happy and covered his mouth and laughed.

And Dick also knew very well who was in charge between the two. After saying hello to Penello, he turned his attention to Mike, pointed to a winding dirt road and said:

"Please come with me, both of you. Your tent is ready. All the facilities inside are the best. I hope you will be satisfied."

Several people immediately set off on the road. Penelo, who was wearing high-heeled shoes, was originally worried that she would have inconvenience walking on that dirt road, but what she didn't expect was that this seemingly fragile dirt road turned out to be extremely hard and smooth. The degree is not at all weaker than that of wooden boards.

“This road was built by our colleagues for the distinguished guests, and every inch of the road surface was deformed to ensure that its hardness and smoothness were similar to marble,” Dick explained.

"It must be hard, I mean hosting the Quidditch World Cup Finals," Mike said.

Mike originally just asked casually, but unexpectedly this question seemed to poke Dick's g-spot, and he began to complain to Mike endlessly.

"Not only is it a blessing, this is simply not a job for humans! Nearly 100,000 people are expected to come to watch this game, which means we must build a large stadium that can accommodate at least 100,000 people. .For this stadium alone, we deployed 500 people and it took a whole year to build!

And this is just a small problem, the key is how to prevent such large-scale wizard collective activities from being discovered by Muggles. This is a serious problem. You know, we can't let these 100,000 people come from Diagon Alley or Nine and Quarter Three Station, right? This is too exaggerated and cannot be hidden from those Muggles.

So we can only stagger everyone's arrival time. For this reason, we divided the tickets into several tiers. In addition to having better seats and better tents, expensive tickets can also delay the arrival time. Those who bought the cheapest tickets were out of luck. They had to arrive two weeks in advance.

In addition, we also differentiate in terms of transportation methods. A small number of people take Muggle transportation, some use Apparition, and the vast majority of people rely on portkeys. Yes, you heard it right, the door key. In total we have placed 200 Portkeys across the UK and many more in other countries. All people who bought tickets must arrive at the transfer point strictly according to the schedule for transfer. "

Mike was stunned. He didn't expect that holding such a competition would be so difficult.

At this time, Dick also understood that he was a little rude as a receptionist, and said quickly:

"This is not a good experience for ordinary spectators, but it is different for you. Our Magical Sports Department has prepared the best viewing venues including priority fast lanes for distinguished guests like you. , a one-stop service including full escorts and super-star accommodation to ensure you have a great time.”

Mike smiled politely, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Fk, to return such a distinguished guest to him, isn’t it because I gave him 100,000 gold galleons and became the biggest sponsor of this game!

When he thought of these 100,000 gold galleons, Mike felt a little pain in his liver. Even he felt that such a large amount of money was a bit too much.

The three of them continued talking and laughing as they walked to the tent, but when they were halfway there, a middle-aged man in a hunting suit suddenly came out of the woods nearby and looked at Mike and the others in confusion. people.

"What are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Dick took action and knocked him to the ground with a stun.

After doing all this, Dick turned to Mike with an apologetic look and said, "I'm really sorry. It was our work error that this happened."

"Is this a Muggle?" Penello asked.

"Yes, ma'am. This is another serious problem we encounter in our work. There are always Muggles who will suddenly come out of some inexplicable places and appear in front of us. For this reason, we remember to cancel the colleagues in the command We had to erase their memories again and again and strengthen the surrounding Muggle expulsion spells."

As soon as Dick finished speaking, two more men in uniforms emerged from the woods.

They looked at the man in hunting clothes lying on the ground, and then at Mike and the others, with ugly expressions on their faces.

"Damn it, this guy has bumped into a wizard for the third time today. The Muggle expulsion spells around here must have failed!"

one of the men complained.

Dick was obviously very dissatisfied with the man's complaints.

He put on a serious expression and said sternly to the two people: "Throw this guy out of here! This is the VIP channel!"

The two men were both older than Dick, but at this moment, they lost their temper after being scolded by Dick. They dragged the unconscious man in hunting clothes and disappeared into the woods.

Immediately afterwards, Dick once again put on a flattering expression as if changing his face and said to Mike:

"Mr. Townley, let's keep walking. We'll be there soon."