Harry Potter Reborn

"It's so similar! It's exactly the same!"

The old man looked nervously at the child standing under the tree outside the window.

It was so similar to the only child he had seen near the house when the tragedy happened fifty years ago.

They are all in their teens, with black hair, thin and tall bodies, fair complexions, and eyes that are too dead, like motionless dolls.

The most important thing is that both children have the same temperament.

Mysterious, confident, and a little weird that made him uneasy.

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It is now a day in late June of 1994.

A village in England called Little Hangleton.

A large house that vaguely seems to have once been very luxurious is located on a hillside, and you can overlook the entire village from there.

Several windows in this mansion were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and ivy crawled all over the house.

This was originally a beautiful mansion, the most spacious and magnificent building within a radius of ten kilometers, but now it has become damp and desolate due to being uninhabited all year round.

The villagers are still accustomed to calling this house "Riddle House" - Riddle is the surname of the owner of the house, even though the family died mysteriously half a century ago, and other people moved in later.

They still haven't changed their name.

After all, such a terrible thing happened in their ordinary village, which was enough to make the villagers talk about it for a long time after dinner...

This house has had many owners, but no one can stay here for a long time. Because of the accident that year, they always feel that there is an eerie and ominous feeling in the house.

There is only one exception.

An old man named Frank Bryce.

He is the gardener of the Riddle family, an old man in his seventies.

Each new owner of Riddle House seemed to have no intention of driving him away, and kept hiring him to take care of the manor's plants.

He usually lives in a house prepared for servants in Riddle Manor.

Frank participated in the war when he was young, injured one leg and became disabled.

This resulted in him having a cold personality, not liking to communicate with others, being taciturn, and speaking coldly to anyone.

This is also the main reason why the villagers of Little Hangleton believe that he was the one who killed the Riddle family.

After all, a murder occurred, and there happened to be such a weird and lonely person involved, and it was difficult not to arouse suspicion.

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early morning.

The old Frank Bryce woke up from his shabby little wooden house.

At this time, most people in Little Hangleton had not gotten up yet.

Because he is getting older, he is increasingly unable to sleep in the morning, and his broken leg often wakes him up from pain.

He washed his face with cold water.

Walking into the most remote corner of the manor, there is the kitchen where the servants cook.

Because the lighting was not very good, Frank opened an old-fashioned window in the wall with the permission of an owner, which could be pushed outward and opened.

Outside the window is a small forest.

In the early morning, before the dew has dried, the slightly cool air blows in, refreshing people. Frank can occasionally see little squirrels tumbling on the sun-dappled branches and rabbits hopping in the grass.

If a brave squirrel jumped to the edge of the wooden window to watch him cooking, Frank would not chase it away, but would break off a small piece of cheese or a few peanuts and hand it to the squirrel.

Today he opened the windows first as usual.

But he was stunned.

He originally thought he had almost forgotten it, but the young boy he saw with a pale face and a charming smile suddenly came to mind.

At this time, a black-haired boy stood under a big tree.

The boy looked at the house quietly, wondering how long he had been standing there.

Frank was sure that the boy was definitely not from Little Hangleton, because he knew all the boys in the village and had "dealt with" them countless times.

Frank took a closer look, but found that the boy who made him trance was somewhat different from the boy he had seen back then.

Although his face was very pale, this boy's cheeks were still rosy, unlike the corpse that looked like it had been fished out of the water.

And this boy is much more handsome than the boy with a soft face and gloomy eyes.

Noticing Frank looking at him, the boy glanced at him, smiled slightly, and nodded vaguely.

Then it disappeared!

Frank rubbed his bleary eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

The woods are always so quiet. There is no boy who suddenly appears. It seems to be an illusion.

He shook his head: "I'm so old, how could I remember what happened back then..."

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The Hanged Ghost Tavern.

This is the only pub in Little Hangleton.

As the only entertainment venue in Little Hangleton, it has always been the villagers' favorite place to stay.

All kinds of news and gossip can be freely discussed here.

It can be as big as Prince Charles announcing that he is done with Camilla, and asking to end his separation from Princess Diana, but the secrets behind his brutal rejection. It can be as big as a teacher organizing students to be quoted by a certain star, which has caused widespread public discussion in society, or as small as the villagers who owns the hen.

Several eggs were laid...

It's approaching evening.

A lot of people gathered in the tavern again.

They were making loud noises and talking, and there was a lot of clinking of wine glasses, and it was common for someone's saliva to fly into someone's wine glass.

Then, someone brought up the bizarre case half a century ago.

This is really an enduring topic.

Even after so many years.

Once the older generation in the village has no other topics to talk about, they will excitedly start talking about that matter.

I talked about it over and over again, adding all sorts of exaggerations, and then adding my own analysis in a serious manner.

Then it was instilled in the middle-aged generation in the village, and now it has been passed down to the children's generation. This incident is no longer just an accident, but has become a culture and an atmosphere of Little Hangleton.

In another half century, who knows what it will develop into?

It's a pity that they don't have a unified version. The versions they tell are so diverse that it dazzles the listeners. Everyone is blushing and arguing loudly with others. What they say is the truth, as if they were witnesses at the time.

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Just then.

The shutter door of the tavern was suddenly blown open by the wind, and a strange child walked in.

From the moment he walked in, there was a feeling of control in the tavern, but no one in the tavern could notice this.

They continued to talk about the Riddle family, and no one even looked at the door or the boy.

The boy took care of himself and found a table to sit down at.

His hand hit the wooden table, making a "dong" sound.

Time seemed to have paused, and all activities in the room had stopped.

The boy didn't know whether he was talking to the air or to everyone in the tavern. He said lazily: "I am very interested in the story you told. Please tell me in detail and tell it again..."

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