Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 138: Frank’s first life

　　 Frank Bryce was a veteran of the First World War.

　　 He was lucky to only catch the tail of the final victory, which made him not forget his remains on the battlefield like his father did.

　　Before his mother passed away due to excessive grief, she slumped her skinny arm and told Frank that it was the most important thing to stay safe and secure for the rest of her life.

　　 But he is young and stubborn, but he hopes to avenge his father.

　　 But the same sentence, he is very lucky.

　　 When he came back from the battlefield, all the war brought him was a stiff leg and an extreme dislike of the crowd and noise.

　　Is the revenge of my father counted as over?

　　Frank never found the answer to this question.

　　 Since then, he has decided to listen to his mother, find an ordinary job, and live his life safely and securely.

　　At this time, in his hometown, the wealthy Riddle family happened to be looking for a gardener to hire.

　　 It couldn’t be better for him-he doesn’t need too much swift legs and feet, and he can stay away from the noisy crowd. He believes that this must be the most suitable job for him.

　　 To tell the truth, the Riddles are really good friends because they are both equally annoying.

　　 But this has nothing to do with Frank. He doesn't care about the salary. All he wants is to live his stable life-this is his mother's last wish.

　　 But one day nearly five years later, the owner and his family all died at home somehow. Frank, the only surviving Frank who lived in Riddle's house, was taken away by the police as a suspect.

　　The villagers immediately started to talk about it. After all, this topic will always become a pastime before and after dinner.

　　 Just when the situation was extremely serious for Frank, the autopsy report of the Riddle family came back, and the whole situation was reversed at once.

　　The police said that he had never seen an autopsy report more weird than this.

　　 No one in the Riddle family was hurt by poisons, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor was it suffocated or strangled to death.

　　 In fact, the report was clearly written in a confused tone: The Riddle family of three looked healthy-except for one point, they all died.

　　The forensic doctors are determined to find something wrong on the corpse.

　　 "Everyone in the Riddle's family has an expression of horror on their faces."

　　 But as the already helpless policeman said-who ever heard of three people being scared to death at the same time?

　　 Since there was no evidence that the Riddles were murdered, the police had to release Frank.

　　 What made everyone surprised and doubtful was that after the Riddle family was buried in the cemetery, Frank Bryce actually returned to the Riddle House garden, his cabin.

　　 Frank was not too interested in the rumors in the village, he still worked in front of his gardener, and then continued to work for the owner of the land.

　　This work has been done for nearly half a century.

　　 Now, Frank is about to celebrate his seventy-seventh birthday.

　　 He was very deaf, and his bad leg became stiffer than before. But when the weather is good, people can still see him working in the flower garden, even though the weeds are creeping around him, he can't stop him even if he wants to.

　　Old Frank was not too confused, he knew he was just wasting his efforts.

　　 Besides, Frank has to deal with more than weeds—the boys in the village always like to throw stones on the windows of Riddle House.

　　 As for the level grass that Frank had worked hard to maintain, they rode their bicycles on it.

　　 Once or twice, they even broke into the old house to bet each other.

　　 They knew that Old Frank cared for the house and garden wholeheartedly, almost to the point of obsession. So they would like to see him limping across the garden, waving his cane, and yelling at them in a hoarse voice.

　　 Whenever this happens, they feel very happy.

　　 And where is Old Frank?

　　 He believed that these boys tortured him because they, like their parents and grandparents, thought he was a murderer.

　　 But he has been doing this job almost his entire life, and he has no reason to interrupt it. This may be for his mother's last wish, but it is also for his own life.

　　 Therefore, on that August night...

　　 The old Frank in his sleep woke up again from the pain of that bad leg—now that he is getting older, his leg pain is getting worse. He got up from the bed, limped downstairs and walked into the kitchen, trying to fill the hot water bottle to warm up his stiff knee.

　　 He stood by the pool, filling the kettle with water, and habitually looked up at Riddle House.

　　At this time, he saw the dim light of the windows upstairs.

　　 "Those little guys, what new tricks came up to punish my old bone?" Old Frank thought he had guessed what was going on.

　　 The boys broke into the old house again, and the dim light in the windows flickered, and the brightness was uncertain. It could be seen that they were still on fire.

　　 He quickly put the kettle down, dragged the bad leg, and returned upstairs as quickly as possible to get dressed. Soon, he went back to the kitchen and took the old rusty key from the hook by the door.

　　 Finally, he picked up the cane leaning against the wall and walked into the night with one foot and one shallow.

　　 The front door of Riddle's Mansion showed no signs of being forcibly broken in, and the windows were intact.

　　Old Frank limped around behind the house, stopped by a door almost completely covered by a creeper, took out the old key, and opened the door silently.

　　He hasn't come in for many years.

　　 However, even though it was dark all around, he still remembered where the door to the corridor was. He fumbled and walked over, a smell of decay puffed his nose.

　　 raised his ears, he caught every footstep or voice above his head.

　　 When he came to the corridor, there was a little bit of light coming in because of the large grid windows on both sides of the front door.

　　 He started to go upstairs, thinking that thanks to the thick dust accumulated on the stone steps, the sound of his footsteps and crutches was dull and difficult to be noticed.

　　 On the landing, Old Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was-at the top of the corridor, a door opened with a slit, and a shimmering light shot from the slit. It came out, and cast an orange light and shadow on the black floor.

　　 Frank leaned on his side and approached carefully, clutching a cane tightly in his hand.

　　A few steps away from the door, he can pass through the narrow gap in the slightly opened door and see some of the things inside.

　　 He saw now that the fire was made in the fireplace—to be honest, it surprised him.

　　 He stopped and raised his ears, only to hear the voice of a man in the room. The voice seemed a little stiff, and the tone was dry, which made people very uncomfortable.

　　 "...Master, Lucius Malfoy is coming soon."

　　 "Hmm..."

　　 Another voice suddenly rang. It sounded very young, and the tone was soft and full of power. But somehow, Frank only felt that the hairs all over his body were standing up, as if he had heard something that shouldn't be heard.

　　"Well, what about Wormtail?" The voice asked softly, "How is his situation?"

　　 "Dead."

　　 "Well, this is also expected," the man said calmly, "but what's the effect?"

　　"One Auror died, five civilians died, and 22 injured."

　　 "That's it?" The voice seemed to have become a little heavier, but it was still calm and natural, "Is it because the old Dumbledore was here soon?"

　　 "No, it's because of a student, and he was the one who killed Wormtail," the dry voice paused, and then continued, "He calls himself Maca McLean."

　　 "McLean...a student..." The man seemed to think for a while, "Oh, who else is there besides that kid? Maca McLean...Have you played against him?"

　　 "Without the command of the master, the servant dare not do it."

　　"...Alright, um, first feed Nagini the one at the door, and then report the details of the battle in detail."

　　 At this moment, Old Frank felt that the door in front of him suddenly opened wide, and his vision became completely dark. His life ended without any surprise.

　　 At the same time, a figure like Peter Pettigrew, full of black aura, stood there~IndoMTL.com~ He grabbed Old Frank by the collar and dragged him to the lobby of the old house. in.

　　 As he threw Old Frank forward, a giant snake with the same black energy rushed out of the darkness quickly and swallowed Old Frank's body in one bite.

　　 Look at the huge figure, which is more than half hidden in the shadow, obviously not much smaller than the basilisk.

　　 "hiss"

　　 It neighed at the figure, and the provocative eyes gleamed with wisdom.

　　……

　　 Just when Old Frank was thrown into the arms of death, in the cemetery behind the black stone fortress called "Azkaban", a young man was grinding a few thin pieces of stone hard.

　　 On this silent island, the sound of rubbing stones is quite abrupt.

　　 But there is no one here to interrupt his work, he just concentrates on polishing, trying to make the edges of the stones sharper.

　　 No one knows what he wants to do, of course, no one is interested here.

　　 This boy is naturally Maca who was imprisoned in Azkaban.

　　 "Huh!" He suddenly picked up the stone flakes, blew the stone chips on the surface of the stone flakes, looked at it over and over again, and then nodded in satisfaction.

　　 This boy is naturally Maca-before the time comes, all he has to do is wait.

　　 It was definitely not what he wanted to wait here all the time, so he decided to use everything here to continue some of his research.

　　 For Maca, time is very precious. You can't completely abandon the wasted time of research because of poor conditions.

　　 "Well, not bad."

　　 He squeezed the stone and made a not too deep scratch on the trunk of a dead tree beside him.