Infinite Heroes Seat

In the principal's room, Dumbledore squinted at the boy sitting in front of him. He had to say that this boy was really outstanding, with superb magic power, extraordinary wisdom, and also very influential among students, but fortunately he Is on one's side.

　　 "Then, Mr. Guris, where is Dwarf? Miss Granger said you caught him."

　　 Mo Wen took out a small cage and handed it to Dumbledore, where a little mouse was sleeping.

　　 "Is this a dwarf star?" Dumbledore muttered to himself, looking at the mouse in the cage, his eyes gleaming.

　　 "Are you going to hand him over to Fudge?" I could not hear that Dumbledore looked strange, as if he didn't want to help Blake be charged.

　　 Dumbledore shook his head, "Actually I just talked to Black, and we made another decision and let Peter go."

　　 Seeing Mo Wen's slightly surprised look, Dumbledore spoke slowly: "Mr. Guris, can I—trust you?"

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Since the death of three of the Riddle family overnight, the gorgeous manor is no longer beautiful, damp and hazy, broken walls, cobwebs are densely covered in each house, like a ghost house, almost everyone does not want to approach it. , Of course, besides the old gardener Frank, there are indeed no people here.

　　 Frank is almost seventy-seven years old. He is so deaf that he can't hear anything. His leg is even more immobile. But on a sunny day you can see him wandering around the garden, even though the weeds are beginning to drown him. Frank not only fights with weeds, but the boys in the village often throw stones at the windows of the ghost house. Frank used a lot of effort to make the lawn almost neat, but the children rode on it, and once or twice they broke into the "house" to provoke it. They knew that Frank was loyal to the ghost house and the land. The children watched Frank walking through the garden limping, and they found it interesting. Frank would sometimes wield a cane and groan them, and for Frank there is no more troublesome creature than these kids.

　　 Frank woke up one night in August and was surprised to find that there was a fire in the house that should have been empty. Perhaps it was the children who were making trouble again.

　　 As soon as he climbed up the stairs, Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was. At the end of the corridor, the door was ajar, and the shaking light leaked from the cracks in the door, casting a long golden yellow shadow on the black floor. Frank approached the door slowly, his cane clenched tightly. It was only a few feet from the door, and a narrow part of the room could be seen.

　　 He saw it clearly, and the fire was burning in the heater. This surprised him. He stopped walking and listened attentively. There was a person talking in the room, his voice sounded nervous and timid: "Master, if you are still hungry, there is still a bit in the bottle."

　　 "After a while." The voice of the second person was also a male voice, an incredible high pitch, as cold as the sudden burst of a biting cold wind. There was something in the voice that made the loose hairs on the back of Frank's head stand up.

　　 "We should entertain the guests first, Wormtail!"

"Really? Should I feel honored to be called a guest by the great Dark Lord?" At this moment, a third voice came. This voice was still a little immature. It was obvious that the speaker was young and seemed to be his identity. Noble, young people are full of nobility, but not annoying.

　　 "Hehe," There was a harsh laugh, and Old Frank assured him that it was definitely the worst voice he had ever heard.

　　 "You brought my servant over to me, and you also provided me with a lot of materials for this body. The Dark Lord will not treat those who contributed to him badly, okay, young man, what do you want?"

The third voice seemed to be silent for a moment, and then he said: "Benefits, the interests of our pure-blooded family. The wizarding world is now almost occupied by those with lowly blood. I don't know who else besides you. Be able to come forward and return to us the world that should belong to us."

　　 "Really," the chilling voice said, "I heard that you and the old stubborn Dumbledore were so close, why did you fall into my arms again?"

As if not hearing the chill in the former language, the voice said unhurriedly: "Correct, the pure-blooded families that I and I represent have not yet turned to you. Maybe before you come back and re-rule the magic world, I I prefer the term ally. This should be an investment of ours. After all, Dumbledore is already old."

There was a long silence, and then there was a burst of laughter, "Well said! The old guy Dumbledore is old, and the magical world is destined to belong to me. As long as I resurrect with Harry's blood, there will be nothing to stop me. , When I think about it, you won't refuse it anymore."

　　 The temperature in the air seemed to drop quite a bit, and Frank couldn't help shivering.

　　 "That is nature, the great Dark Lord." Another voice whispered softly.

　　 "Master! If we hadn't had Harry Potter, we would have succeeded." Then the first voice quavered.

　　 There was another silence, longer than before, and then the second voice said softly, "There is no Harry Potter, let me think about..."

Wormtail’s voice grew sharper and louder: "Master! I don’t say this out of concern for Harry Potter. This boy is worthless to me and is of no importance at all. It’s just that if I use another witch, or man, Witch, even any wizard, this thing can be done much faster! If you allow me to leave you for a while, you know that I will disguise myself most effectively and can bring it in just two days A suitable candidate."

"Haha," the young voice said with a chuckle, "Wormtail, I am starting to regret saving you. I thought it was a good gift, but now it seems that you are really stupid enough to question the Dark Lord. decision."

　　 "Yes, I also want a loyal and intelligent servant, but Wormtail can't do anything."

　　 "Master, I found you, and I found you." Wormtail seemed a little unhappy.

"You're just so useful. If it weren't for me to follow you, you would have been taken away by Perkins." The young voice sneered, "Of course, you were lucky. I didn't expect the woman to be pretty. Useful, of course I mean when she was still alive."

　　 The cold voice was also a joy, "Yes, I didn’t expect that I still have a loyal servant who has not been imprisoned in Azkaban. It will be up to you then, m——"

"By the way, Your Majesty, it's not early, I should go back, you also know that the Quidditch final is coming up recently, and there is a Miss Beaver in the family who needs to be fed." It seems that I don't want my name to be heard. Then, the young voice suddenly interjected.

"Sports and women, it's really a memorable memory." The cold voice seemed to be a little emotional, but the hoarse voice ruined the atmosphere, "Well, go, Hoglover's action still needs your cooperation. remember."

　　 "Understood." There was a sound of lilting, and Old Frank somehow made the owner of that voice disappear, but how could this be possible? It wasn't magic.

　　 Then there was a noise from the room that Frank had never heard before. Someone was constantly hissing and purring. Frank thought he must be some kind of sputum attack.

　　 Then, Frank heard movement in the dark promenade, just behind him, he looked behind him, paralyzed with horror.

　　 Something was crawling towards him on the dark floor, and when he was approaching the long shadow of the light~www.NovelMTL.com~ Frank was horrified to find that it was a huge snake, at least twelve feet long. Too terrified, too terrible, Frank stared at it without moving his eyes. The snake's body was undulating like a wave, twisting a wide, curved gray ditch on the thick dust.

Just when Frank was considering whether to run with his legs, the giant snake slid past him and entered the room, and then he heard the cold voice suddenly say: "Nagini brought an interesting piece of news. Tail!"

　　 "Really--really, master!" Wormtail said.

　　 "Really!" said the voice, "According to Nagini, there is an old guy in the house who heard every word we said."

　　 Frank had no chance to hide. There were footsteps, and the door suddenly opened wide.

　　 A short man with bald gray hair and a pointed nose stood in front of the ground. His eyes were small and moist, and his face was full of horror. Fear.

　　 "Invite him in, Nagini, where is your politeness!"

　　 Wormtail motioned for Frank to enter the house. Although still trembling, Frank tightened his cane vigorously and broke through the threshold.

　　 Then Frank, he saw what was in the chair, and his cane fell on the floor with a bang. He opened his mouth and screamed. His scream was so loud that he couldn't hear what the things in the room were saying when they raised their wand. A green light flashed, and with the sound of howling, Frank-Bress fell down. , He was dead before he fell to the ground.

　　 Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter who had been mentioned woke up suddenly.