Chapter 361 The Death of Frank

Chapter 361 Frank's Death

In front of Frank was a short, bald man with gray hair, a pointed nose, small watery eyes, and a face full of fear and worry.

"Please come in, your courtesy, Wormtail."

The cold, terrible sound came from an old armchair in front of the fireplace.

Frank couldn't see the speaker, the twelve-foot-long serpent, winding its way around the worn rug in front of the fireplace. Like a twisted mountain of meat, hideous and terrifying.

Wormtail lets Frank in, and Frank, trembling, leans hard on his cane and limps into the threshold.

The beating fire cast long shadows on the wall, black, flickering shadows, mottled ghost images spider webs, like demons and mythical creatures.

Behind the armchair there was no one at all, the man seemed to be even smaller than his servant, and the back chair completely obscured the figure of the man.

"What Muggle did you hear?" the cold, terrifying voice asked

"What do you call me?" Facing the moment of life and death, Frank had the courage instead, like the cannon fire on the captain, he could no longer avoid it.

"I call you a Muggle," said the cold voice, "which means you're not a wizard."

"I don't know what a wizard is," Frank said more and more calmly, as in the face of artillery fire, putting everything aside. "I heard, I heard enough to interest the police. You've killed people and you're planning to kill more, I'm going to tell you."

He suddenly said, "My wife is waiting for me to go back, if I don't go back——"

"Without a wife," said the cold voice slowly, "you are a lonely man, no one knows you are here, no one cares where you go, Muggle, don't talk to the great Voldemort, I know everything, everything Know....."

"Outrageous," interrupted Frank roughly, "big guy, isn't it? Your demeanor, why don't you turn around like a man."

"Because I'm not human, Muggle," whispered the cold, terrifying voice.

"I'm a lot better than a human, but... well, I can face you, Wormtail, come here, turn my chair around, and let him see me."

Wormtail let out a whimper, as if something terrifying had been ordered.

"Did you hear my orders, Wormtail," the cold, terrifying voice said sharply.

Wormtail frowned, as if the last thing he wanted to do was get close to his master.

With a reluctant look on his face, he walked into the serpent's coiled carpet, he moved slowly, and began to turn the armchair. The legs of the chair rubbed against the carpet, and the giant snake raised its huge, terrifying triangular head, and hissed with its forked tongue.

Now, Frank was facing the chair, and he saw something horrible inside the chair. The crutch that he had held like life before fell to the ground with a snap.

He opened his mouth wide and screamed in an unbelievable, miserable voice that he couldn't even recognize himself.

The monster in the chair raised a stick and said something. Then, he never heard. A green light flashed, and a swoosh sounded.

Frank Bryce collapsed on the ground as if his soul had been drawn, and he was dead before he fell to the ground.

On the other side of the world, in the vast African savannah.

The scorching sun hangs high in it, showing off his enthusiasm hotly. The air was as hot as the sun was teasing, and the anger that had nowhere to vent turned into a transpiring heat wave, one wave after another, bringing the heat and dullness to all creatures on the earth.

A voice whispered, "It's half past six in London,

Hello viewers, welcome to our show. Now, please follow our outdoor shooting and experience the scorching heat of the African savannah. "

"In this ghost weather, the air has been irradiated by sunlight for too long, and it has already expanded. With the lens, we can see that the sunlight is refracted under the expanding air for a field of view more than 20 meters away, and the picture is like a mirage. ."

"Everyone is staying at home and watching our TV with some refreshing juices, it's going to be a nice experience."

"As a host, I need to talk constantly, which will consume a lot of water. Of course, I will not secretly hide and drink mineral water. Now, I will take you to find water sources and hunt down prey."

"Kevin, keep up!" Then the camera moved with the host's pace.

Of course, the audience will not follow the whole process of the host's walk. If they don't fast-forward, the audience will soon run away.

As soon as the camera turned, the sun had already set in the west, and the high temperature subsided slightly. The occasional gust of hot wind blowing, no longer seems to be like roasting people.

"We have just fast-forwarded some processes, and you will see us in the camera like speeding up villains, quickly crossing the grasslands to a swampy water source." The host gushed.

"Just now we have experienced the scorching heat of the African savannah. It was the hottest part of the afternoon, and the outdoor temperature exceeded 50 degrees Celsius. People who have not been trained will only be dehydrated in the heat and faint in a few minutes. ."

"And if there is no rescue, after a few hours, they have become victims of the extremely hot weather."

"In weather like this, even the fiercest predators on the African savannah will not do anything. All animals will find shelter from the sun and wait for the sun to set."

"In this season, the most ferocious and terrifying things on the African savannah are not lions, cheetahs, and coyotes, but terrifying high temperatures and terrifying natural disasters."

"The scorching heat, even the ferocious beasts that live here, can't resist, and the lions and cheetahs can't move in the heat. It also only takes a few minutes, and the violent action will dehydrate them a lot. From predator to prey."

The host's tone became a little more relaxed, "Of course, now it's time for everyone to like it. The scorching sun is about to set, and the high temperature and dry heat have caused the predators to lose a lot of physical strength and moisture."

"Now, they need to come out and act, they must prepare enough energy for tomorrow's high temperature. And this is what I will do next."

The camera zoomed in, and the audience could see that the host's dark skin had lost its luster, and the lips were chapped and bloodshot.

The camera slowly moved with the host, and the host said as he walked, "Water is the source of life, especially in hot deserts and grasslands, all hunters and prey can't escape the plight of water shortage. All day, it's a fight between hunters and prey at the water's edge."

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