Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

After doing all this, Albert apparated home.

At the same time, Little Hangleton, the ancestral home of the Riddle family, was in darkness.

In the darkness, an old man with silver hair staggered upstairs holding a kerosene lamp.

There is very little dust in the room. Although the owner of the castle has been dead for a long time, their old servant, Frank Bryce, the gardener of the Riddle family, still cleans the house hard without complaint.

The chandelier on the ceiling was in disrepair and made a "squeaking" sound, like a cat scratching glass. It was very annoying and echoed in the empty castle for a long time.

As Frank went upstairs, he suddenly remembered the way the Riddle family died decades ago. They were all lying on the ground, their eyes widened, as if they had seen something terrible before they died, and the bodies were found. It was extremely cold when they were dead, and it was obvious that a long time had passed since they died.

There were no wounds on the body, the clothes from dinner were intact, and there were no signs of poisoning. The police were puzzled and could only hastily close the case.

For some reason, Frank suddenly felt that the current atmosphere in the castle was somewhat similar to the day when the Riddle family was found dead. It was just as cold and dead.

The chandelier on the ceiling continues to shake and teeter...

Frank carried the kerosene lamp and continued to limp upstairs. He seemed to hear some rustling sounds coming from a room on the top of the building, which used to be the room of the old owner Riddle.

As if the voice was speaking, Frank became cautious and extra cautious. This was a haunted house and there was no one else except him. So could the person in the room be a thief?

He had checked and there were no signs of violent damage throughout the castle.

On the landing, Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was.At the top of the corridor, a door was opened a crack, and a flickering light shot out from the crack, casting an orange light shadow on the dark floor.

Frank leaned sideways and approached carefully, holding the cane tightly in his hand. A few steps away from the door, he could see the scene in the narrow gap in the room.

He saw now that the fire was in the hearth.This surprised him.He stopped and pricked up his ears, only to hear a man's voice coming from the room. The voice sounded timid and scared.

"There's still some in the bottle, Master. If you're still hungry, just drink a little more."

"Stay a while," another voice said.This was also a man, but his voice was strangely high-pitched and as cold as the cold wind.Somehow the sound made the thin hair on the back of Frank's neck stand up.

"Move me to the fire, Wormtail."

Frank put his right ear to the door to hear better.There was the clink of a bottle on something solid, and then the harsh scrape of a heavy chair being dragged across the floor.

Frank glimpsed a small man, with his back to the door, pushing a chair.He was wearing a long black cloak and had a bald spot on the back of his head. Then he disappeared again.

"Where is Nagini?" asked the cold, hoarse voice.

"I... don't know, Master." The first voice said nervously, "I think it is probably looking around the house..."

"Master, we followed your order and went to Alastor Moody's house, but we found nothing. He was not at home at the time. There was only a looking glass beeping. Little Barty and I...we Missed!"

Wormtail Peter's voice trembled. He had not completed the task assigned by Voldemort. He was now very scared, afraid that Voldemort would punish him.

Peter Pettigrew would never forget the excruciating pain, and he definitely didn't want to do it again.

"Idiot!" Voldemort yelled. He was extremely angry. Such a good opportunity had actually come to nothing. His perfect plan was ruined by the idiot in front of him.

"That boy!" Voldemort shouted: "You are such a waste, I must get his blood so that I can break the magic set by his mother!"

"Wormtail, you really disappoint me..." Voldemort had just lost his temper and was a little weak. After all, his body was too weak now.

In the end, he still didn't take action against Pettigrew. This was one of the few servants he could use at will.

"Come here." Voldemort ordered, picked up his yew and phoenix tail feather wand, and input magic into Peter Pettigrew's left arm.

The magic power entered a ferocious pattern of a skull and a snake. The gray-black snake squirmed on Peter's arm, spitting out a snake message.

Frank heard a "bong!" sound in the room, and then a strange male voice sounded, which was different from the previous two voices.

"Master, you called me." The strange male voice said.

"Yes, little Barty, you are at Malfoy's house. How is he?" Voldemort asked. He stretched out his young hands, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped himself tighter.

"He..." Little Barty hesitated to speak, but finally said, "He seems to be a little afraid of you, and said that he must see you with his own eyes before he is willing to help."

Tonight is the last night of summer vacation for Hogwarts students. School will start tomorrow, and Voldemort can't wait.

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Haha, I know that cunning old Lucius will not let go of the rabbit before he catches the rabbit, so bring him here...now!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Dark Lord." The man named Little Barty resigned. Tonight was a sleepless night for Malfoy Castle.

"Well, let's go..." After saying so many words tonight, Voldemort was also tired. He wanted to lean against the warmth of the fireplace and have a good sleep, but the next second, his voice became high-pitched and dangerous.

"Peter, I seemed to hear Nagini's voice. Oh, it brought interesting news. There was an old Muggle outside our room who heard our speech without missing a word."

Frank heard a rustling sound behind him, which made his hair stand on end. He looked back and saw a thick golden python, with a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils staring at him.

Frank didn't know what to do now. What he longed for most now was to hold his hot water bottle and lie down on a warm little bed. The problem was that his feet refused to obey him and he was shivering. The blood in his body seemed to have solidified.

The door to the room was fully opened, and a short, bald man appeared. He looked very strong, with tendons all over his arms, and he was holding a small baby in his arms.

But this baby looks so weird. The young body is a strange red color, the whole body is covered with fine scales, there is no hair at all, and the head is like a braised egg.

It has the face of an adult, with blood-red double vertical pupils. Like the big snake just now, the place where the nose should be has become a power strip with only two thin slits.

He was still holding a small wooden stick in his hand and pointed it at Frank, but the small wooden stick was still too big for him. The pocket-sized "baby" shouted hoarsely:

"Avada Kedavra!"