Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

"God! It turns out there really is a wizard." Frank Bryce, the old gardener, sighed at the moment he stood on the floor of his cabin. He even felt a little magical.

He stamped the floor with his good leg and removed the lid of the enamel bread tin. The half piece of toast he cut out at noon was still leaning there alone - yes, this was indeed his home.

He turned back to look at the boy. The boy had already begun to boil water, preparing to make tea for the two of them.

"Put it down!" Old Bryce swung the kettle over and drove the boy to the dining table.

"You can do it by yourself." Andy sat obediently at the table, watching the old man even boiling water and cooking.He heated up a can of beans with tomato sauce. After washing his hands, he took out a piece of ham from the refrigerator and cut two slices. Andy stretched his neck to see if the old man could help. The old man turned around and glared at him. The mouth cut a few more slices.Next, cut the toast, fry the ham, and toast the bread in one go.

Soon two plates of beans and two sandwiches were placed on the table, and the old man poured Andy a glass of milk.

Andy found that his sandwich was particularly thick, so he squinted his eyes and took a big bite unceremoniously.

"Boy, why did you say that the black fog was Riddle just now?" Frank Pacman, who was silent at first, suddenly spoke.

Ah this.

"Because it is indeed Riddle, Tom Riddle." Andy shrugged, still holding a spoon filled with tomato sauce beans in his right hand: "When he was a teenager, he came to this place and used magic to kill his father. A family, by the way, made this Horcrux - to put it simply, it can extend his life, just like the ring I dropped just now, and framed the blame on his uncle and made him arrested by the Auror Gate, ah, yes, Auror Law is the wizarding policeman."

The boy with black hair?The old man fell into deep thought.

When he was arrested, Frank stubbornly repeated over and over again that he was innocent.He told police that the only person he saw near the house on the day the Riddles died was a teenage boy he didn't recognize with dark hair and a pale face.Not only did the police not believe it, they also concluded that Frank had made it up out of thin air.

Sure enough it was him!

Frank had been wronged by Hangleton Jr. for decades, and he never thought anyone would tell him for sure that he was innocent.

"I don't know what you mean by wizards and magic." Frank said, his voice still calm: "I only know that today you gave this scumbag a hard blow. Good boy, I know you are also a scumbag." Wizards, never do that."

Andy didn't want to tell Frank what kind of person he was, but he looked at the old man's serious eyes and sighed.

He couldn't deny that he killed many people, and he couldn't deny that he didn't want to die in three years.

The old gardener looked at him suspiciously.

Andy smiled bitterly and said: "I have killed many people, and this is my retribution." He raised his left hand, and the old man was startled: "Originally, I was forced to do it, but now I am getting deeper and deeper. , maybe that killing magic really has some side effects. I killed many people, including my parents. If they didn't adopt me, they wouldn't die."

The old man left the table and reached for the crutch. Andy chuckled and said, "It's useless, sir. Besides, if I want to kill you, can I still eat from you?"

Indeed, Frank Bryce sat down unexpectedly. He felt that this child had indeed experienced a lot.Andy talked about learning magic, the prophecies, and Dumbledore - and finally he talked about his parents and brothers. He spoke very plainly, as if he was talking about other people's lives - he first For the first time, he spoke out everything that was in his heart, until nothing could come out of his mouth, but his heart seemed to be empty.

But Bryce saw him shaking slightly.

"I don't know how to resent Dumbledore. I thought about it for a long time. Maybe if I were in his position, I would do even more extreme things. Kill the dangerous family, imprison the child, or do something to him directly. He turned into a walking zombie or something inhumane, but when I think of my family, I go crazy and can't help but take revenge on him. He is really a bad person, isn't he." Andy ate the beans mechanically, and the milk was already a little cold.

The old gardener picked up the milk and helped him warm it: "I don't think you are too bad. At least you were able to chop down that thing today... Horcrux, indeed, child, this is reality. If it is a war, sacrifice one It is not uncommon for a person or a few people to gain victory for one's side, but I cannot say that he is wrong."

Andy exhaled, picked up the sandwich and took a big bite, and Frank started talking more. : "But from your description, that Liduo should be equivalent to the president of the country or something. After all, some departments seem to be somewhat afraid of him. Anyway, it is so important to defeat that scumbag and his cult organization with just a few words of superstition. I can’t understand why things are left to children, after all, even the little Hangleton missionary has been beaten away several times.”

The red-haired boy took the milk and drank it in a big gulp: "You don't object to my revenge?"

"Of course I object!" the old man scolded loudly: "Look at your eyes! Look at your hands! Would your parents want to see you like this? Your best revenge is not to let that broken prophecy come true! But , I tell you seriously, if you really think about your child, although I cannot persuade you to take revenge, I will not stop you with words."

Andy thought for a while and drank the last sip of milk: "Thank you, sir, I will remember you." He used magic to clean the table and tableware, and let the tableware fly back to the cupboard.

"It's so convenient." The old man muttered and walked into the back room: "Go to bed quickly. You can make do with the sofa today and leave at dawn tomorrow. Don't let me, a lame old man, give up the bed to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Bryce." Andy snapped his fingers, and the old man fell back on the bed: "I forgot all about it."

The boy turned off the light, touched the resurrection stone in his pocket, snapped his fingers and disappeared.