Chapter 357 The Murder Case 50 Years Ago

Chapter 357 The Murder Case Fifty Years Ago

There was a dangerous gleam in her eyes, and she said, "The wizards in those years were too prudent to protect themselves. They forgot the honor of wizards, and they forgot the persistence of wizards. One by one surrendered Voldemort, and one by one took the Imperius Curse, They are a disgrace to wizards."

She said in a stern tone, "But not all wizards forget all this, there will always be someone who will stand up to Voldemort, and he will never succeed. But I don't want to see you young people do this. Dangerous things. And the people of Voldemort's generation are not dead yet."

She was a contemporary of Voldemort, a traditionally stern witch. She can't see the old people relying on the old to sell the old, and she can't see the old * harming the young.

Voldemort was a man of their time, and Voldemort created fear and threatened everyone. Those old men and old ladies of the same age hid one by one, trembling one by one, and handing over all the dangers to the children to solve, this is simply the greatest shame the wizarding world has ever seen.

"At least after all of us old bones are dead, it's your turn to work hard." Grandmother said sternly.

At this time, Anna had brought tea and handed it to her grandmother, comforting her to calm down.

After grandma took a sip of tea and eased her mood, George said softly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, and I won't take risks."

He said in a playful tone, "After all, Voldemort is old, ugly, and eccentric. I'm tall and handsome, and everyone loves me. He robs houses, buys and sells. I make money and everyone admires me."

He blinked and said, "However you look at it, it's my life. What's more, he was timid and afraid of death, splitting his soul many times. When he died, he would find a place to hide for decades, and once the limelight passed, You can come out and bully the kids again.”

"He has nothing to do with him, and can be a complete hooligan. You will be worried about what kind of injury I am going to suffer. I am so precious and someone cares, so I will not confront him head-on."

"You—" Grandmother couldn't help being amused by George's words. The serious atmosphere couldn't continue. She nodded and said, "It's good that you know."

With the understanding and support of his family, the preparation work naturally went very smoothly. After enjoying the peace and warmth of family life for a few days, George started a new task.

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Little Hangleton is a secluded and ancient village. There is a mansion on a hillside to the north of the village, from which you can overlook the whole village.

From a distance, the big mansion still stands out from the crowd, but when he walked in, he saw overgrown weeds. The roof tiles are missing, and creepers are all over the house. The house is not like a dwelling place for people, but a place where ghosts and monsters stay.

It used to be the most spacious and splendid building within a few miles of Little Hangleton Village, but now it is extremely dilapidated and desolate, only the broad outline is still there, telling the glory of the owner's home.

It has become a forbidden area in the village of Little Hangleton, and the villagers think it has unclean things. That has already originated from something more than fifty years ago. A terrible and bizarre thing is happening in this big mansion.

In a secluded village, this is an absolute event, and even now, fifty years later, the old people in the village often bring up these topics. Even if more than fifty years have passed, nothing more terrifying and bizarre than that will happen in the village.

There are even several versions of the story over the years. Even the oldest old man can't tell whether the rumors are true or false, and how much they add fuel to the rumors.

But every story begins the same way:

Fifty years ago, Riddle House was the richest and most luxurious family in the neighborhood. The big mansion is also extraordinary in style and well-managed. It is a place that the villagers all envy and look up to. Everyone longs for such a family, fantasizing that one day they can live such a rich life,

good day.

It's a summer's dawn, the weather is clear, and the sun has just risen golden from the hillside. A maid walked into the living room and was about to clean up and prepare breakfast, but found that the three members of the Riddle family were lying in the living room, and the three members of the family had died of anger.

The maid screamed and ran out of Riddle's house, ran down the hillside, ran into the village, and woke up all the villagers.

"They were all lying there with their eyes wide open and terrifying about to stick out. They were cold and dead, and they were all in their dinner clothes. They died at dinner."

The villagers immediately notified the police, and the entire Little Hangleton village fell into surprise and curiosity. It must be said that the villagers did not have much sadness and panic.

The reason is that the Riddle family's popularity in the village is too bad. Their family is very rich, but they are rude and bullying. The old couple looked down on people in the village, and their adult son Tom was even worse than his parents.

Over the years, the villagers have complained a lot. This time, the Riddle family of three died cleanly. Everyone applauded, and they were about to beat gongs and drums to celebrate. They were more interested in who killed the three Riddles.

Obviously, the three of them have the strength to do bad things on weekdays, but they are all healthy, and it is impossible for them to die suddenly and naturally in the same night.

The villagers continued to celebrate until the night, and everyone was so excited that they could not sleep, and it was rare for the only dilapidated tavern in the village to have a booming business. The whole village came to talk about the exciting murder, asking around, exchanging guesses, wondering who killed the Riddles.

During the heated discussion, the Riddle's cook suddenly appeared in the tavern. She seemed to know something. She said to the quiet villagers, "The police have arrested a man named Frank Bryce."

"It can't be him." Several villagers shouted.

Frank Bryce was the gardener at Riddle's house, and he lived in a run-down log cabin on Riddle's estate.

Frank had fought in the war, and when he came back from the field, he had only a stiff leg that had been broken from an injury. He didn't get credit, he didn't make money, he just got a wounded leg and a belly full of tantrums. He couldn't find a woman who could like him, he couldn't find a wife.

He also had war aftermath, he was extremely averse to crowds and noise, he couldn't fit in, and it was hard for him to get a job. So he has been working for the Riddles, tending their garden.

The guests of the tavern scrambled to buy wine for the cook and invite her to drink, trying to find out more details from her.

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