Harry Potter Reborn

No one noticed anything was wrong, and everyone in the tavern naturally began to tell the story again.

There was no external force to guide them, it was as if they acted spontaneously, and they completely forgot that they had just told the story to the end.

Their expressions were as usual, their eyes were clear, and there was no sign of being controlled.

With one sentence from the east and one sentence from the west put together, a complete story began to unfold in front of the boy.

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More than fifty years ago, Riddle House was still a grand place.

A very ordinary summer dawn.

A maid from the Riddle House walked into the living room and found that all three members of the Riddle family had turned into cold corpses.

The maid screamed and ran out of the living room, out of Riddle House, and into the village. It seemed that the popularity of the village could calm her mind.

The screams all the way woke up everyone in the village.

When the villagers gathered around, the maid said incoherently and in shock: "They're dead! They're all dead! They're still wearing the clothes they wore at last night's dinner, their eyes are wide open, and they won't close their eyes until they die!"

After the police arrived, the villagers of Little Hangleton were completely excited.

They were waiting for the police's investigation results with surprise and curiosity. No one showed a sad expression. If they were not worried about being suspected by the police, they would almost laugh out loud.

Who would feel sad for a family like that?

Their family's popularity in the village was very bad. The old couple relied on their wealth to be snobbish and rude. They looked down on other people in the village and liked to point their noses and curse at them.

And their son, who has an even worse temper, is even more evil-minded than his parents.

Even the dogs in the village chased their tails in circles after hearing about the death of the Riddle family, barking "woof, woof, woof, woof" incessantly.

Then the villagers began to pay attention to who the murderer was. They did not believe that the three healthy people died normally. They must have been murdered.

That night.

All the wine in the Hanged Ghost Tavern is out of stock.

Because almost everyone in the village crowded into this small tavern, the counter almost collapsed.

They discussed the murder passionately.

What made them even more excited was that a servant from Riddle House appeared in the bar.

She is the cook at Riddle's house.

Under the gaze of at least dozens of men around her - the cook must have rarely experienced this kind of experience. She was a little proud. She drank a glass of wine first to show off her skills and whet the appetites of the people around her, so she took her time.

A big news broke.

She said: "After the police investigated, they arrested Frank Bryce first."

This sentence reveals a lot of information.

"Oh my God, it's Frank with the broken leg."

"The Gardener of Riddle House."

"I just said there's something wrong with him, let's see."

"I didn't like him from the first time I saw him. His eyes were too fierce."

"It must have been because the family laughed at him for being disabled and angered him, so he retaliated..."

People in the tavern rushed to buy drinks for the cook. They looked at the cook longingly, hoping that she could tell something more detailed.

The cook was very satisfied with these looks. At this moment, she thought she was the most envied girl in England, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor.

So she expressed her knowledge of Frank Bryce: "Bryce has always been a weird person. In Riddle Manor, no one wanted to talk to him because he was cold, even if he was invited to drink.

I had to ask him a hundred times before he would agree to a cup of tea, but he still looked reluctant."

"If you ask me...he is...I mean...if, if Frank Bryce is the murderer, he brutally killed his employer, if the police come to such a conclusion, it will not be surprising at all.

Surprised, isn’t it?”

"That's right, that's right." Someone nodded in agreement.

"I heard that there is a disease called post-traumatic stress syndrome. People who have fought in wars have this disease, and their brains are somewhat abnormal." A man pointed to his head with a smile.

A woman standing next to the bar hesitated: "This... Frank has participated in a cruel war. He is a calm person. It is unlikely to be him..."

The cook's eyes widened, as if someone had violated her authority, and she shouted harshly: "God, who is the servant of the Riddle House? Who knows him better than me?"

"Besides, someone broke into the house last night without any trace of damage. There is only one key to the back door, which is hanging in the gardener's cabin. It must have been Frank while we were all asleep.

, using the key, sneaked into the house, and then..."

Under a kind of silent pressure, the woman who had just defended Frank said in a low voice: "Maybe..."

The villagers exchanged glances silently, and a consensus emerged.

A drunken man at the bar said: "I have always hated Frank. I even suggested to Old Riddle that I should be his gardener, but he didn't listen. Hey, now trouble has happened...

If he had listened to me, would what happened today still happen?"

An ugly woman in the corner said excitedly: "Dot, remember, I have told you countless times that Frank is too scary. I only stole a peach from him, and he would chase me with a sickle."

I."

The man she called Dot nodded vigorously: "Yes, he had a bad temper. Once..."

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Everyone in Little Hangleton has identified Frank Bryce as the murderer of the Riddle family.

However, to their disappointment, Frank was released from the gloomy and dim police station in the neighboring town of Great Hangleton.

They couldn't believe this.

So I asked someone to inquire and found out some inside information.

In the police station, Frank kept saying that he was not the murderer, saying that he had seen a pale boy acting suspiciously near Riddle House.

The police didn't believe his lies at all and thought he was making it up. They also laughed at him that even if he wanted to get rid of suspicion, he had to find a reliable excuse.

But when the Riddle family's autopsy report came out, Frank suddenly jumped out of the serious situation that was very unfavorable to him.

The medical examiner handed the police a bizarre report.

After autopsy, it was found that no one in the Riddle family had been harmed by poison, sharp weapons, or pistols, nor had they been strangled or suffocated to death, which could cause suffocation. They were in good health and there was nothing abnormal about them.

Just simply died.

The only thing worth noting is that their faces were ferocious and frightened, as if they had seen something terrible.

The forensic doctor said helplessly: "All I can think of is that the God of Death came in front of them and took away their souls..."

Later, because there was no evidence to prove that the Riddle family was murdered, Frank was naturally not suspected of murder.

The police let Frank go.

To the surprise and suspicion of the villagers, Frank Bryce actually returned to his cabin in Riddle House as if nothing had happened.

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In 1944, in the Hanged Man's Tavern, everyone once again told the whole story to a boy they couldn't see.

An old woman with a hooked nose and wrinkled face cursed in a hoarse voice: "We all know that Frank is the murderer. He killed the Riddle family. What about the police? Haha, what case will those pigs solve?"

"If Frank had any self-awareness, he should leave Little Hangleton instead of staying at Riddle House!" the old woman said resentfully.

Who is this old woman?

She was the cook at the Riddle House who convinced the entire Little Hangleton that Frank was the instigator of the murder.

Why did she become so resentful of Frank?

Because she had been fired from that house long ago, but Frank, who she thought was the murderer, had been hired by every new owner, with a salary that made most of the villagers in Little Hangleton jealous.

"Hey, have you heard that the Riddle Mansion recently changed its owner, and he is still a rich man?" someone said.

"He doesn't live here, and he doesn't plan to use the house for other purposes. He said that the purpose of the house is to carry out some kind of "property transfer." We don't understand, and we don't dare to ask."

"But how far did Frank go? The rich man didn't even ask, so he continued to spend money to hire Frank as a gardener. He also said that as long as the house didn't collapse into ruins, he left!" A person said

Said jealously.

There was a burst of agreement.

At this time, a young but loud voice spoke: "I don't think Frank is a bad person."

Everyone frowned and looked.

I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl with blond hair and blue eyes standing in front of the counter, looking up at the adults.

Although the little girl was a little frightened by their stares, she still said: "One time my balloon floated up a tree, and Frank moved a ladder to help me get down..."

"Hehe..." There was a burst of laughter in the tavern.

This little girl is the tavern owner's youngest daughter.

Someone shook the wooden barrel and wine glass, looked at the tavern owner jokingly, and said nothing, but the meaning of mocking the tavern owner was clear: Tsk, your tutor doesn't look very good.

The tavern owner's face turned red, and the eyes of the old guys were worse than knives.

He yelled in anger: "Alice, who asked you to interrupt, get out of here!"

The little girl named Alice was frightened by her father's appearance, and walked away with tears in her eyes.

She sat at a remote table and sobbed softly.

Her father and no one else cared about her.

She wiped away her tears, looked at the big boy next to her who made her face blush, and asked doubtfully: "Are you from Great Hangleton? Why haven't I seen you in the village?"

The big boy was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Can you see me?"

The little girl blinked her tearful eyes and said playfully: "I'm not blind, of course I can see you."

The big boy shook his head and replied: "No, I come from another world."

"Giggle, you're lying..." The little girl couldn't help but laugh: "My name is Alice, what's yours?"

The older boy pondered for a moment and said, "My name is Harry Potter."

With that said, he stood up.

After hearing the story, there is no point in staying here.

The little girl finally found someone to communicate with, but she didn't expect that he would leave after just a few words. She said regretfully: "Are you leaving?"

Harry never expected to meet a little Muggle girl with magical talent.

He thought for a moment, stopped, turned around, and smiled: "Alice, how old are you this year?"

"I am eight years old this year." Alice was inexplicably nervous.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

He took off a bronze button on his cuff.

In an instant, colorful lights burst out from Harry's fingers, and invisible magic surged out, blowing the little girl's blond hair into flying directions.

The entire dim tavern was filled with brilliant light.

The little girl forgot to breathe. She first looked at the adults around her as if asking for help, but she saw that their faces were shrouded in light, but they seemed unable to see it, and they were talking as usual.

The little girl looked at Harry's hand with curiosity, fear, shock, and excitement.

Slowly, the light faded.

It became dark again in the tavern.

In the little girl's fearful eyes, Harry placed the metal button into her soft palm.

"When you are eleven years old, come to Hogwarts..."

"You..." the little girl wanted to say something.

And a gust of wind blew open the shutters of the tavern.

That magical big boy has disappeared.

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