Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Well, so... shall we just walk over?"

"Otherwise, do you want to ride a flying broom or Mirage?" Old Kurt glanced at his nephew, and said angrily.

"I mean, at least I should cast a phantom spell or something, after all..."

The young wizard replied. He looked around. They were standing on a country road with tall, tangled bushes on both sides. From the thorny bushes on the left side of the path, a wooden signpost pointed to the road ahead. The arrow says: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

Following the direction pointed by the sign, you can vaguely see a quiet small village shrouded in the night.

"According to the data, there are 131 permanent residents in Little Hangleton Village. If there are Muggles who can't sleep looking out the window, it will be very troublesome, right?"

"That's right." Old Kurt nodded, "but it's hard to see clearly through the glass, so I have to let him come out."

"Oh, he?"

Frank blinked and looked at his uncle in confusion.

"Frank, Frank Bryce, a Muggle who lives in a wooden house on the edge of the town. The name is the same as you."

Kurt Maier said calmly, and sternly glanced at the unconscious **** beside him.

"He has been a gardener for most of his life in Riddle House, and he has a very important role. As for more details, that is not what you should know. Your task tonight is to walk into Riddle House, light the fireplace, and put the door key. , And then wait for the evacuation order for the end of the mission."

"Also, if you ask one more question, this will be your last field operation. Do you understand?"

"Okay, boss." Frank replied earnestly, shrugging his shoulders.

Old Kurt stared at Frank for a few seconds, then turned and walked quickly in the direction of Little Hangleton's street sign.

The two walked for a while, quietly unable to see other people around. Then, the path turned to the left and descended steeply down the hillside. They quickly saw the destination of their trip. Little Hangleton Village lies quietly between two steep hillsides, with a panoramic view of the church, cemetery, and public security hall. On the hillside across the valley, there is a gloomy old mansion with gravel and weeds spreading unscrupulously on its side.

"Now, draw out your wand. Don't you think it's too dark around you?"

Kurt lowered his voice, and whispered to Frank, "Don't worry about the **** secrecy. One of your tasks today is to be "coincidentally" seen. If you accidentally hear something, you will assume that there is a wild dog turning over. Stone. I'm going to'wake up' that Muggle first..."

As Kurt's voice became lower and lower, his figure faded unknowingly and disappeared into the darkness.

"Huh, okay"

Frank looked around and shrugged helplessly.

As an ordinary operator of the Tianming Group, his authority is obviously not enough to unlock a complete mission statement.

"Fluorescence flickers."

A white halo lit up from the tip of his wand, instantly dispelling a large area of ​​darkness.

…………

Old Frank was awakened by the pain in that bad leg. He is getting older and his leg pain is getting worse.

The bedroom window was blown open by the wind at some point, and a biting chill lingered in the room, stabbing his bad leg like a needle.

He got up from the bed and found that the hot water bottle on his knees had already become cold, so he limped out of the bedroom, trying to refill the hot water bottle to warm his stiff knees. Standing by the fire, he poured water into the kettle while subconsciously looking at the hillside outside the window.

That lavish, generous and revealing weird "Mr. Riddle" kept his promise and got him a house on the edge of the village.

In addition to the spacious and clean living room, Frank was most satisfied with the Riddle House on the hillside just outside the window.

"Huh?" Old Frank frowned.

He saw a figure wrapped in a dark robe walking across the long street in the direction of Riddle's House.

The man seemed to be holding an unusually bright candle in his hand, but from the bright white halo, it looked more like an electric light bulb in his hand.

Within a few minutes, he arrived at the front door of Riddle's Mansion, and the sound of pig iron chains falling to the ground was faintly heard in the distance.

It stands to reason that as the "ex-" gardener who was "fired", Frank has nothing to do with Frank, but he just couldn't persuade himself to put down the kettle and go back to sleep. The old man pestered in the chilly living room, watching the halo gradually disappearing behind the front door of Riddle's Mansion, hesitating whether to go and have a look, Riddle's Mansion suddenly lit up, as if accompanied by a little muffled explosion.

In just a moment of effort, the flashing firelight shone from every window of the house.

Frank froze for half a second, and immediately understood what was going on.

Those fireplaces! Those fireplace shelves that they thought were useless were all lit!

Although I don’t know how the mysterious man did it, Frank knew what he had to do. There was no connecting chimney above the fake fireplace. If a fire was built in those places, the flames would spread around in a short time and he had to look closer. Look.

If he left it alone, when he got up tomorrow morning, Riddle's House might only be left in ruins after being swallowed up by the fire.

Frank's "new home" still doesn't have a phone installed.

Since the police took him for interrogation for the sudden death of the Riddle family, he has had a deep sense of distrust of the police.

He quickly put down the kettle, dragged the bad leg back to the bedroom, put on his clothes, and went back to the living room to remove a rusty key from the hook by the door. This was the key to the back door. He planned to wait for the "Tom When Mr. Riddle came, the hand-over of the other party came in handy now. Frank thought as he hurriedly picked up the cane against the wall and walked into the night.

The front door of Riddle's Mansion was concealed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The chain fell on the weedy gravel ground.

What's more weird was that Frank noticed that there were a lot of figures swaying there, but apart from the dragging of Xixisuo's robes and the sound of footsteps, he hardly heard a few conversations. After hesitating for a few seconds, Frank limped around to the back of the house, stopped by a door almost completely covered by a creeper, took out the old key, and was about to insert it into the keyhole to open the door to the door. The back door of the large kitchen in Riddle House.

At this moment, Frank shook his hand violently, and the key stopped two to three centimeters from the keyhole.

Suddenly, orange light flashed in the keyhole of the black hole.

Although he has not been in for many years, he can still clearly imagine the scene across the door:

The two dark fireplaces in the large kitchen must have been lit at this time.

Noisy footsteps and voices came through the wooden door that smelled of rotten and musty.

Frank raised his ears, held his breath, and tried to catch every voice on the other side of the wooden door. One of them was familiar to him, a cold, arrogant voice that sounded vaguely hoarse, the one who claimed to be Barty Crow. Weird and weird "butler".

It's just that, compared to before, this Mr. Crouch's voice is a bit more flattering and crazy.

"Most of the Aurors have left the UK, Master, when shall we leave?"

"Wait a little longer," another voice said.

It was also a man's voice, but it was strangely high-pitched, and it was as cold as a cold wind. Frank noticed that when the man was speaking, the discussion in the room had ceased, as if everyone had their hair on end just like him.

"Your father is still there, right? Crouch. Can you do it?"

Great!