Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 447
Ten minutes later, Amosta was already sitting at a table with the local villagers in the tavern, and there were many more empty wine glasses on the wine table in front of them.

"So that's how-"

Amosta wiped the liqueur from the corner of his mouth with the defense, and said with interest,

"You guys are wary of me because the old Frank's death is unknown, and the police told you to pay attention to the strangers who have been haunting the village recently."

"Who would have expected that?"

Among the several people, Dot, who was the oldest and whose hair was completely gray, sighed,
"On the afternoon before his accident, I saw him working in the garden. I didn't expect it to be the last time. Frank didn't think about happiness for a few days in his life, did he?"

"Yes, poor old chap."

Maybe it was because Amosta spent a lot of money and bought him a lot of wine. At this moment, the bar owner saw that Amosta's young face no longer looked like a murderer.
"Old Frank was on the battlefield when he was young, and he did it for us—"

"is it possible--"

Amosta maintained a posture of listening. When everyone was mourning for Frank, who was usually ignored but could not help but feel pity after his death, Amosta spoke in a timely manner,
"Is there any chance of a normal death? I mean, old Mr. Frank is very old, isn't he?"

Amosta's question made the tavern fall into silence. A few drunkards looked at Amosta eagerly, and told him clearly that they had more exciting gossip to share with him, but the premise was that he had to pay a price.

"Excuse me, boss—"

The boss behind the bar was already ready to go. The moment Amosta waved, he brought several glasses of sherry to the table.

babble-
Old Dot emptied the wine glass in one breath, and after smacking his lips in satisfaction, he looked mysterious,
"It's not as simple as you think, young man, the police were helpless because they couldn't find anything wrong with Frank's body, but when he was carried out of the Riddle Mansion—"

"Sorry," Amosta immediately interrupted Old Dott, he frowned and asked, "Whose mansion?"

"The Riddle House, you must have seen it, it is the house on the hillside," Old Dot said a little excitedly, "The house has changed several owners, but the first one belonged to the Riddle family, the Riddle couple, and their Tom Riddle, his bad son, died in that house 50 years ago, like old Frank, frightened before his death, but there is no trace of it on the body."

"The cops still remember that case—"

"That's why they decided that Frank's death must have been murder," said the pleasant-looking Doamosta.

"It's no wonder."

Amosta took a sip of his wine and nodded calmly.

"You missed one thing!"

Most of the content was finished by the old Dott about the bar owner, and some of the remaining drinkers who were invited by Amosta to drink a few drinks said in an urgent tone,
"When the Riddle family died, only old Frank was still alive in that house. The police thought he was the murderer, but Frank insisted that he was innocent. The only thing he told the police was that on the day of the accident, he found him near the house. A little boy was killed, and no one in the village has seen it, so the police think he is a fabrication!"

Regarding whether this boy existed, whether he might be the murderer of the Riddle family, and whether old Frank died at the hands of the little boy many years later, several people expressed their opinions and debated.

Although Amosta maintained a polite smile, his eyes showed indifference.

He really didn't expect that Voldemort went all the way through mountains and rivers, and actually hid back to his hometown.

Needless to say, the old owner of the house on the hill must have died at the hands of Voldemort.

Tom Riddle.
Voldemort was an orphan, and like himself, he grew up in an orphanage.But after he found his father's family, he didn't recognize each other, but killed them coldly.

Amosta didn't bother to think about the love and hatred in it. The left and right were just similar to his own situation, but his own situation was special, so he didn't particularly care about it, while Voldemort chose the most extreme approach.

"Is old Frank buried yet?"

Suddenly, Amostar asked a question without beginning or end.

"The police took his body and it never came back, I guess, they're still trying to figure out what caused Frank Sr. to die, but I think they were wasting their time, that's how it used to be."

Amosta nodded, but did not speak.

In all honesty, the Riddle House was a respectable, rich mansion.

It's quite a distance from the village.Because it was built on a high ground, you can have a panoramic view of the wilderness. If it weren't for the fact that you have a place to stay now, and this is Voldemort's hometown, Amosta might have really moved his mind to buy it from the current owner of this mansion. buy him out.

A glowing sphere of light floated in mid-air, illuminating the stairs to the second floor that had been cordoned off by the police.

The footprints on the stone steps covered with a thick layer of dust were very messy. They should have been left by the police when a large group of people rushed up to the second floor after receiving the news. After building a house, it has been in a floating state.

Amosta raised the height of the float and jumped over the blockade line, suddenly accelerated, and flew up to the second floor with a whoosh.

Since the villagers and the police have already visited this house, it means that the wizard in the house has long since left, so Amosta did not waste any more time guarding the surroundings, but drifted directly to the house that the villagers said The gardener who discovered the house, the house where Frank Bryce's body was found.

This is easy to identify, because the Muggle police have pulled a separate cordon at the door of this house.

On the night old Frank died, it was business as usual in the village.A few drank in the tavern until midnight in the wine cabinet, and then were forced to go home to sleep by the tavern owner. These guys were staggering towards the house, and then suddenly saw the second floor of the Riddle Mansion on the hillside A green light suddenly appeared, the light was very dazzling, and it made people feel chills.

Accompanied by the green light, there was a roar, as if something had exploded.

Stimulated by the alcohol, these alcoholics rushed into the house to check the source of the light and abnormal noise, and then they found the old Frank who had died.

The police were deeply suspicious of the testimonies of these drunkards, because after carefully surveying the scene, they found that there were no traces of human touch, and there were no old objects damaged in the explosion. No, the police It is suspected that there was no explosion and green light at all, and these idlers probably just saw a thunderbolt.

It was packed in a hurry——
The traces of magic are not easy to hide, and the furnishings of the room have not changed in half a century - old fireplaces, dusty soft chairs, creaking wooden floors, and moth-eaten potholes hanging on the walls. All of this, from a Muggle point of view, there is nothing wrong with it.

But in the eyes of Amosta, there are obvious signs of being repaired by magic.

The weedy lawn outside the window was bathed in bright moonlight, and the uninvited breeze that broke into the mansion hummed bloody songs.

Amostar took out his wand and drew a complicated and mysterious trajectory in front of him.

In the dark environment, many delicate light sands suddenly appeared in the air. These light sands exuded extraordinary splendor and gradually formed an orderly picture with the dancing of Amosta's wand.

Amosta retreated under the wall, silently watching the flowing images in mid-air, the light and shadow reflected the sharp-edged side face somewhat coldly, after a long time, the light and shadow dissipated, everything was as usual, only a slightly majestic voice The voice resounds in the abandoned mansion,

"--Bertha Jorkins."



(End of this chapter)