Hogwarts Melon Eater
Chapter 244: Frank is not a 'suspect'
Who is Andy?
Sanshu's face was not very good, and she felt that the hair on her whole body had exploded, but Nagini was not affected, and she quickly left the room with Sanshu.
"What are you talking about?" Nagini hissed. She wanted to talk to Harry all the time, saying everything she hadn't said in more than ten years.
"That painting! Ms. Nagini, the girl in it wants us to save her mother, and Andy!" Harry climbed to the position of Nagini's serpent's head and grabbed the two small snakes on its head. Horn, "What's the matter?"
"Oh...that girl...I knew her, but I never understood what she was saying, she was the daughter of that old man Borns, if I remember correctly, Pandora, when poor little Pandora was seven He died unexpectedly because of a fire. At that time, Burns responded to the call of the Ministry of Magic and went to St. Mungo's to replenish his staff, but was unable to save his daughter at home..."
Nagini got into a dirty pipe. "Bones's wife, a Muggle named Mary, was unhappy about her daughter's death and was found to have an incurable disease soon after, and she wanted to leave. Go, but Burns wouldn't, oh, that's when Burns was crazy, I think he was crazy."
Harry felt a chill down his back. "He grabbed us...to treat his wife? He...what is he going to do?"
"Wizards are good material, he's going to keep his wife alive with magical blood, hiss, and Burns picks up the little wizards, feeds them, and draws the blood of the little wizards every day until they're almost ten It will be resolved at the age of one, because at that time, the owl that came to send the admission letter from Hogwarts could not find anyone, and the school would find clues," Nagini shook his head, not quite used to the weight on his head.
Harry's eyes were vacant, not knowing what fate he was about to suffer, the wizarding world was full of danger, "Then do you know Andy? Ms. Nagini?"
"Andy?" Nagini was silent for a while. "You mean the... um... boy? I know him. He was locked up by Burns. Should be alive."
"He! That boy! Can we take him out?" Harry's heart was pounding. "He... um... he's special..."
Both Hermione and Ron noticed the change in Harry's tone, and although they had absolutely no idea what they were saying in snake tongue, both mice were nervous.
"Hiss..." Nagini swerved, moved a distance, and stopped. "Okay, Wizard Harry," she agreed, "but in exchange for you have to help me find a way to break the blood curse, And before that, you have to read for me one night of The Tales of Bedouin the Poet, which I haven't heard in a long time."
The blood curse is almost unsolvable, and Nagini knew it herself, so her main purpose was to listen to that book of stories, long ago, long ago, when she was in the circus, someone had secretly been in a cage The book of stories read to her outside told her that good people will have a happy ending in the end.
Nagini needs these stories to numb herself, because she realizes that she will soon become a total snake, and before that she needs to cheer up and leave the long-lived little Hangleton to run into a deserted place. stay where you want to avoid hurting others.
Albania's well-preserved, mysterious forests that I've seen in kid's science magazines before seem like a good place to go - spooky shadows, weird animals, maybe an odd serpent there.
"Of course, Ms. Nagini!" Harry quickly agreed to Nagini's request, he didn't even know what the blood curse was, but he knew it was a disease, and in his cognition There is no disease that St. Mungo, who shines with magic halo, cannot cure.
Nagini laughed.
It should be laughing, Ron and Hermione couldn't confirm it, her fangs looked so terrifying, and the odd serpent started to move again.
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"Crack," a walking stick stuck on the charred wood in the fireplace. The man in a brown leather coat stood in front of the fireplace, raised the walking stick and touched the carrot that couldn't be burnt any longer on the edge of the wood, his frightening fake eyes were fast Looking around, the people around didn't dare to make any sound.
"Senior Moody," Arthur Weasley coughed, but he was a little serious, "We found traces of black magic here, and the corpse upstairs is suspected to be the work of a vampire, but I don't think it's that simple. …”
"Little Hangleton..." Moody said something, he raised his head, glanced at old Frank who was sitting at the bar and clutching his raincoat nervously, and nodded slightly, "It's really nostalgic."
Officer Harvey, who was standing beside Frank, saw Moody look over and took a step back subconsciously. He couldn't blame him, and Moody knew that his fake eyes were a little scary.
"Uh... this officer..." Harvey tried to speak. "A support from Central London Police?"
Moody smiled, making him look even more sinister. "Hello," he looked at Harvey's badge. "Officer Harvey, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Moody took out a leaflet for "Books of Silentness" and handed it to Harvey, then moved his crutches and muttered a spell in his mouth. Officer Harvey took the piece of paper and looked from the top to the bottom. The things on the paper were ridiculous, but he seemed to have read a rigorous document.
"Oh! Welcome, Officer Moody! We're at your disposal, and by the way, I've seen your story, and it's—wow!" Harvey looked at Moody respectfully. "That's amazing!"
"That's nothing," Moody nodded perfunctorily. "Would you mind taking a little of your time, Officer Harvey? I need to know something."
"Of course!" Harvey nodded subconsciously, then watched Moody walk towards Perkins and Arthur.
Moody's fake eye looked at Harvey, "I learned on the way here that a child was missing here about two months ago, Andy Walls, what happened? Officer?"
"Yes, Officer Moody," Harvey nodded, "Short boy, Andy, he's not exactly a resident of Little Hangleton, he's an orphan who hasn't been in town for a long time. , I heard that he escaped from the orphanage and sneaked here, but before we could verify it, he disappeared again."
"He played pranks with the kids in town and ran into the woods. The adults in our town scoured the woods and couldn't find him. Most people thought he left Little Hangleton by bus. Don't forget to make a big joke before you leave."
Harvey shrugged. "Andy isn't very popular in town. He's a little weird. He's always holding an ugly chick and keeps telling everyone that it's his friend, a phoenix."
"He also said he came to Little Hangleton because of the ugly chicken," interjected a man standing on the sidelines watching the fun. "The ugly chicken asked him to come to us to save a woman—no fairy tale dares to make it up like that. ."
"I'm not quite sure what this Andy has to do with our case, Officer Moody, although we recorded Andy as missing, he most likely left Little Hangleton and returned to where he lived. The orphanage, uh...what's it called..."
Officer Harvey touched his chin subconsciously, then nodded, "Wu's Orphanage, I remember it! It's this orphanage, and Andy probably went back by himself."
Moody nodded, then leaned over to Arthur and Burns and added in a low voice, "Andy is a Muggle-born wizard wizard whose name appears in the Hogwarts Book of Admission - this one The book records all the little wizards who can enter Hogwarts, and their approximate locations."
Watching the two's expressions slowly change, Moody continued, "When the name on the book of admission disappears, it means that the little wizard has lost the ability to come to Hogwarts. In most cases, it was caused by magical riots. cannot continue to use magic, and the Ministry of Magic will send Aurors to find out."
"Three names disappeared in Little Hangleton in 1978, but that was when the You-Know-Who was in trouble and the Aurors didn't have time to investigate the matter further."
"Those kids disappeared, no one knew what happened, most people thought it was someone who did it...I thought so too, and then it was forgotten under a pile of moldy reports," Moody said solemnly. Get up, "It wasn't until I checked the information at the Ministry of Magic just now that I found out that there are still cases of little wizards missing in Little Hangleton after the mysterious man disappeared."
"An old report stated that the bodies of two missing little wizards had been found, and both children had died in the fire, which did not receive much attention at the time due to the frequent occurrence of the Little Hangleton fire... "
Arthur shook his head in disbelief, "Merlin, those kids..."
"It doesn't look like they died in the fire now," Moody shook his head, "and not a single child turned into a ghost, which is very unusual. Children are often the most obsessed."
Perkins sighed, "Such a thing happened here..."
"Wu's Orphanage... Wu's Orphanage..." Frank sitting on the edge of the bar had a dull expression, he repeated the name in a daze, then suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Moody, "Sir, I have seen you," he said.
Everyone looked at Frank, which made him a little embarrassed. "Mr. Moody, right? We met at the Little Hangleton Police Station decades ago, when you were young..."
Moody narrowed his eyes and looked at Frank carefully, "You are?"
"I'm Frank Bryce," Frank said, rubbing his fingers in a panic when he saw that Moody couldn't recognize him. "You asked me questions during the Riddle Villa murder case, and you said that you Not long after work, as an arrogant...what is arrogant...I can't remember exactly..."
"Oh—" Moody stroked his chin, and he remembered the case he had just joined in the Auror Department, the Riddle Villa Massacre. This was the special Auror Liaison Department in the Muggle Police Department. Not many cases of cooperation were proposed, and it was also the beginning of Moody's fate with Voldemort, of course, he hadn't realized it yet.
"Hello, Mr. Bryce, I've seen you again at the crime scene after all these years," Moody joked. "I hope you're not considered a suspect this time."
And Frank was indeed regarded as a suspect again this time. The surrounding police were a little embarrassed. Everyone here labeled Frank as a bad guy. He would be suspected wherever he appeared. If there is trouble, going to the convenience store to buy things will be considered a robbery, and even going to the community hospital to see the legs will be stared fiercely by the working nurses.
Over the years, Frank has done a lot of things to help the townspeople, hoping to be re-accepted, but those people always show fake smiles, turn around and start talking about Frank's "bad intentions", whenever Frank drives away Those arrogant children who went to Riddle Manor were always shouting behind their backs, \'That old man can't even stand children\'.
Whatever Frank did, it was wrong because he was the biggest suspect, and that's what the Little Hangletons thought.
"I'm so unlucky," Frank Bryce said, smiling wryly. Decades of grievances and heartache were all involved. He's a good man, but it's a pity that no one thinks so.
"Are you from the Metropolitan Police? I want to take your time... Or the Riddle House case... Is that case settled?" Frank stammered, and his words were a little confusing because of his excitement.
"I went to the London police station last month... They told me to go back and wait for the call. I was in front of the phone every day, but the call never came..." Frank stared at Moody, he stared hard, Stare into sore eyes.
"You must know? The murderer...has been caught?"
Frank is ready to continue to wait for the result. He knows that this case may not have been paid attention to, it has been decades, and he may be the only one waiting for a result.
But he just didn't want to give up, he stubbornly stayed in Little Hangleton, in the dilapidated Riddle villa, just to wait for the result, to give an account to the dead Riddle family, and at the same time to wash away the fact that he had been treated as \' Suspect's grievance.
Moody was stunned, he noticed Frank's expression, his firm expression, he remembered that the London Police Service filed almost all magic-related cases with gas explosions, and the Riddle Villa massacre obviously couldn't be caused by gas explosions. Cover up, isn't this case closed in the Muggle world? How much indifference has this \'suspect\' called Frank suffered over the years?
"The Riddle Villa Massacre..." Moody's voice was long. "This case took us a long time... to identify the murderer..."
Frank nodded. He had indeed endured half a century of indifference and criticism. Everyone at the Hanged Hotel turned their attention to Moody, listening to him as if he was about to announce something important.
"Good news, the murderer has been caught," Moody walked over and patted Frank on the shoulder, looking at Frank's suddenly stunned expression, "The murderer is Morfin Gaunt, who lives near Riddle's Villa, and he's not a little guy. Girton, and because of his somewhat peculiar status, it wasn't much publicized, and the Metropolitan Police wanted to keep it a secret—"
Moody paused for a second, looking around.
"So—Frank Bryce isn't a suspect, he's an excellent citizen who provided clues for the Aurors... ahem, the police—"
"He deserves the respect he deserves!"
There was an uproar all around, and the townspeople in Little Hangleton watched the lively with expressions of surprise, "Isn't Frank the murderer of the Riddle Villa massacre?" What's wrong?" "I suggested kicking him out of Little Hangleton before... God..." A bearded man frowned as he hurried away, "I have to go back and tell my kids to be more respectful of Mr. Frank... "
There were more and more voices of discussion, and more and more eyes looked at Frank. Only then did people realize that Frank was so old. Years of criticism and the children's never-ending mischief made him look very haggard. He dragged his sick leg, which was starting to hurt again, completely unaware that he had begun to cry.
Frank still staring at Moody ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Officer Moody... Where is Gaunt being held? Is he still alive? I want to see him, I want to know what the murderer who has been waiting for so many years looks like, why did he kill the Riddles..." Frank waited too long.
Gaunt is imprisoned in Azkaban, which is a wizarding prison, wizards, you know? It's a mysterious existence...
Of course Moody couldn't say that, "Gaunt is kept in a secret place and no one is allowed to visit..."
"Senior Moody..." Arthur, who was standing beside him, said suddenly. He was very sympathetic to Mr. Frank, who had been treated unfairly for almost half a century.
Moody coughed, interrupting what Arthur was about to say, "But maybe I can make a report to my superiors and let you meet this Gaunt, maybe it's not as difficult as I thought."
Frank sat on the bar chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt powerless, as if a person had carried twenty pounds of rice and walked fifty kilometers, and now he has finally reached his destination.
"Thank you, thank you so much..."
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