Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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Harry Potter and the Raven's Claw Chapter 266: The Returning Viper

There is a villa on a hillside in Little Hangleton. Although the owner of this villa is no longer the Riddle family, the villagers still call the villa the Riddle Mansion.

On the one hand, this is because the current owner of this villa does not live here, and even said that it has never appeared, and on the other hand, it is because the impression that the Riddle family left on them was too deep.

The Riddles are the standard annoying family, they are mean, arrogant, rich and unkind, and no one in Little Hangleton likes them.

And on one night in fifty years, the bodies of the three members of the Riddle family were found neatly in the Riddle Mansion.

Frank, the gardener of the Riddle Mansion, was the biggest suspect, but he insisted that he was innocent, and said that he had seen a teenage child enter the Riddle Mansion that night, and it should be a child who killed the Riddle family.

The police didn't believe it at all and were still interrogating him.

But in the end, Frank was released because the police had no evidence to prove that Frank killed the Riddle family.

They died very strangely. The forensic doctor did not find any traces of poisoning or shooting on their bodies that might have caused their death, but they did not breathe.

The villagers don't care about the truth of the matter, the Riddle family is rich and stingy, and Frank, the gardener who came back from the war, is also a little nervous, the villagers have the same attitude towards them, disgust.

The only thing that happened to the villagers was that what happened in the Riddle House had them eating melons for a long time, and it gave them more talk when they were bragging in the tavern.

Now, fifty years have passed since that terrible event.

Maybe it was because of pity, or maybe there was too much money and no place to spend it. In short, the new owner of the Riddle House did not fire Frank, which gave Frank, a crippled veteran, a place to live.

In the past fifty years, Frank has been guarding the Riddle Mansion. Although its owner may never live in it in this life, Frank is still doing his best to do his own job, mowing the lawn.

As for upkeep and cleaning the house, Frank wouldn't do it. His employer pays him only as a gardener, so he only does what a gardener does,

He is very clear about the boundaries here.

Time will wash everything away. This sentence does not apply to Little Hangleton. Even after fifty years, the villagers still regard him as a murderer, and use him as a negative example to teach their children to obey the law. Law-abiding.

This makes his job very difficult, because the children of Murakami are always making trouble for him, smashing windows with stones today, and riding bicycles on the neat lawn tomorrow. These children call this behavior justice sanctions, and sanctions Of course, he is the 'murderer'.

Now he is more than seventy years old, and his body can no longer bear it, especially the lame leg, which has reached the point where he has to use a cane.

The older you get, the more times you wake up in the middle of the night.

But this time when he walked out of the hut on crutches, he found that the opposite Riddle Mansion was actually lit.

"This group of damn brats!"

Frank cursed and walked into the Riddle Mansion. He was determined to teach those brats who liked to make trouble for him an impressive lesson this time!

Fearing that the children would escape, Frank moved lightly.

He was a scout back then, so he still has some experience in sneaking in.

He slowly approached the lit room, but before he got close, he heard voices inside.

"Master, I may be dying."

It was a weak voice that sounded very thin. And after this shrill voice appeared, another hoarse, dreamlike voice came out soon.

"Where's Nagini? It's time for milk."

Frank immediately shrank in a dark corner. These two people were obviously not those brats, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"I...I don't know, it's probably somewhere in the house." The shrill voice suddenly trembled with fear, "Master, I feel very bad, I might die, and I can't serve you anymore , woo woo woo!"

"Shut up! Wormtail (Peter's nickname)!"

The crying stopped abruptly.

"You can't die from that little injury! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you're already starting to regret coming to me! I disgust you, and I can see you trembling when you see me! If it weren't for you now There's nowhere to go, you've left me as a piece of shit that needs to be fed every few hours!"

"No! Master, I am loyal to you..."

"Lie! If you are as loyal as you said, how do you explain how you escaped from Azkaban? How do you explain that as soon as you found me, a dozen wizards appeared and attacked us ?”

"I... I don't know."

"Idiot! You have been tricked! The reason why the other party got you out of Azkaban is to find me! If the other party didn't want to capture us alive, if it wasn't for the strength I have accumulated over the years, I would have You were captured by those people! And you! You have already turned into a corpse!

Now! Don't give me any more nonsense! Get the cemetery set up for me as soon as possible, and then, according to plan, go get me Harry Potter's blood! "

"I know...I know! Master! The great Lord Voldemort!"

The hoarse voice seemed to be tired after talking for such a long period of time. It was panting heavily, and it seemed to be very strenuous.

Frank stepped back slowly. He felt a little bad. The two people in the room kept talking about corpses, murder, etc. They didn't look like good people.

He was going to call the police, but just as he turned to go downstairs to make a call, he found a python at least twelve feet long slowly approaching him.

Frank was taken aback by the fright. He stared blankly at the huge body of the python writhing like waves, leaving winding and wide traces on the dusty floor.

Frank closed his eyes in despair. He had seen the introduction about pythons in the BBC documentary, and he knew that although the huge monster in front of him looked cumbersome, it actually moved extremely fast. His old arms and legs couldn't escape at all. Lose.

However, just when he was in despair, the big snake slowly passed by him, entered the room with light, made a hissing sound while crawling, and finally stopped in front of a deck chair, like It coiled up like a pet dog.

"Hiss hiss~"

There was another hissing sound in the room, which made Frank a little strange. Could it be that there is also a snake in this room?

But immediately, he put aside this thought, because the hoarse voice spoke again.

"Oh, Wormtail, my Nagini has brought shocking news. A filthy Muggle is hiding outside the door, listening to our conversation!"

Frank was shocked, and a guess appeared in his heart. Could it be that the extra neighing just now came from that hoarse male voice? Can he communicate with snakes?

Before Frank could react from the shock, a chunky man who looked like a mouse came out of the room and looked at him in surprise.

The chunky man had a lot of gauze tied on his body, an eye patch over his right eye, and he seemed to be limping in one leg.

Frank's mouth opened and closed silently, as if he wanted to explain something.

But before he could speak, the heavily wounded fat man pointed a short wooden stick at him with a smirk, and recited a sentence that he couldn't understand at all.

The ominous green light flashed away, and Frank fell to the floor with a bang, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed.

...

At the same time, the Thestron carriage that Mike and Penello were riding in slowly landed in an open space.

"Welcome, Mr. Townley, Miss Clearwater."

As soon as the two got out of the carriage, a young man in the uniform of a Ministry of Magic official greeted him. On the other side, a staff member guided the driver to drive the carriage to the parking area.

"Fortunately, Dick." After greeting the young official, Mike introduced to Penello, "This is Dick Roman, a clerk at the British and Irish Quidditch Union Headquarters."

"Good evening, Dick."

"My dear Miss Clearwater, you are absolutely the most beautiful lady I have ever seen tonight."

Even though he knew that what the other party said was just polite words, Penello was still very happy, covering his mouth and laughing.

And Dick also knew who was in charge of the two people. After saying hello to Penello, he turned his attention to Mike, pointed to a winding dirt road and said:

"Please come with me, both of you. Your tent is ready, and all the facilities inside are the best. I hope you will be satisfied."

Several people set off on the road immediately. Penello, who was wearing high-heeled shoes, was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to walk on that dirt road, but what she didn't expect was that this seemingly fragile dirt road was extremely hard and smooth. The degree is also weaker than the plank.

"This road was shaped by our colleagues at the turnstiles for the VIPs, and every inch of it was deformed to ensure that it was hard and smooth like marble," Dick explained.

"It must be hard work, I mean hosting the Quidditch World Cup Finals," Mike said.

Mike was just asking casually at first, but he didn't expect that this question seemed to hit Dick's g-spot, and he began to complain to Mike endlessly.

"It's not just luck, it's simply not human work! It is estimated that nearly 100,000 people will come to watch the game, which means that we must build a large stadium that can accommodate at least 100,000 people The stadium alone, we mobilized 500 people and took a whole year to build!

And this is just a small problem, the key is how to prevent such a large-scale wizarding collective activities from being discovered by Muggles. This is a serious problem, you know, we can't let these 100,000 people come from Diagon Alley or 9 and 4 three quarters, can we? This is too exaggerated, and it will never be hidden from those Muggles.

So we can only stagger the arrival time of everyone. For this reason, we divide the tickets into several stalls. In addition to better seats and better tents, expensive tickets can also delay the arrival time. And those guys who bought the cheapest tickets are out of luck, they have to come here two weeks in advance.

In addition, we also made a distinction in the mode of transportation. A small number of people use Muggle transportation, some use Apparatus, and the vast majority rely on Portkeys. Yes, you heard that right, the Portkey. In total we have released 200 Portkeys across the UK and many more in other countries. All those who bought tickets must arrive at the transfer point strictly according to the timetable for transfer. "

Mike chuckled secretly, he didn't expect such a competition to be so difficult.

At this time, Dick also understood that he was a little rude as a receptionist, and said quickly:

"For those ordinary spectators, this is not a good experience, but it is different for you. Our Magic Sports Department has prepared priority fast lanes and the best viewing venues for distinguished guests like you. , a one-stop service including full-time escorts and super-star accommodation, to ensure that you can have a good time.”

Mike smiled politely, but he was already scolding in his heart.

Fk, what a distinguished guest, isn't it because I gave 100,000 Galleons and became the biggest sponsor of this competition!

Thinking of the one hundred thousand Galleon Mike's liver hurts, even he felt that such a large sum of money was too much.

The three of them continued talking and laughing as they walked towards the tent, but when they were halfway there, a middle-aged man in a hunting suit suddenly emerged from the woods next to him, looking at Mike and the others with a dazed expression. people.

"You guys are..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Dick made a bold move, knocking him down to the ground in a daze.

After doing all this, Dick turned his head to Mike with an apologetic face and said, "I'm really sorry, it's our work mistake that happened like this."

"This is, Muggle?" Penello asked.

"Yes, ma'am. This is another serious problem we have encountered in our work. There are always Muggles who will suddenly appear in front of us from some inexplicable places. For this reason, our colleagues in the memory write-off command Had to erase their memories over and over again, and reinforce the Muggle-repelling spells around them."

As soon as Dick finished speaking, two men in uniform emerged from the woods.

They looked at the man in the hunting suit lying on the ground, then at Mike and the others, with ugly expressions on their faces.

"Damn it, this guy has bumped into a wizard for the third time today, the Muggle banishing spell around here must have failed!"

One of the men complained.

Facing the man's complaints, Dick was obviously very dissatisfied.

He put on a serious expression, and said sternly to the two people: "You guys throw this guy out for me quickly! This is the VIP channel!"

The two men were older than Dick, but at this moment, Dick lost his temper with a word of reprimand, dragging the unconscious man in hunting suit and disappearing into the woods.

Immediately afterwards, Dick put on a flattering expression again as if changing his face and said to Mike:

"Mr. Townley, let's go on, we'll be there soon."