Chapter 270 The Return of the Venomous Snake

On a hillside in Little Hangleton sits a villa. Although the current owner of the villa is no longer the Riddle family, the villagers still call it the Riddle House.

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

The Riddle family is the kind of standard annoying family. They are sarcastic, arrogant, and rich. No one in Little Hangleton likes them.

And one night in the 50th year, the bodies of the three members of the Riddle family were neatly found in the Riddle House.

Frank, the gardener of the Riddle House, is the biggest suspect, but he insists that he is innocent and says that he saw a teenager enter the Riddle House that night. It should be a child who killed the Riddle family.

The police did not 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.

Their deaths were very strange. The forensic doctor did not find any traces of poisoning or shooting on their bodies, but they just stopped breathing.

The villagers did not care about the truth of the matter. The Riddle family was very rich and stingy. Frank, the gardener who returned from the battlefield, was also a little neurotic. The villagers had the same attitude towards them, disgust.

The only impact of what happened in the Riddle Mansion on the villagers was that they had eaten melons for a long time, and gave them more things to talk about when they were bragging in the tavern.

Now, fifty years have passed since that terrible thing.

Perhaps it was because of pity, or perhaps there was too much money to spend, in any case, the new owner of the Riddle Mansion did not dismiss Frank, which gave Frank, a lame old soldier, a place to stay.

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

As for maintaining and cleaning the house, Frank will not do it. His employer only paid him a gardener's salary, so he only did the work of a gardener. He had a clear boundary here.

Time will wash away everything. 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.

This makes his work very difficult, because the children in the village always make trouble for him. Today they smash the windows with stones, and tomorrow they ride bicycles on the neat lawn. These children call this behavior a just punishment, and the person who punishes is of course him, the "murderer".

Now he is over seventy years old, and his body can't bear it anymore, especially his lame leg. Now he has to use a cane. As

he gets older, he naturally wakes up more often in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

And this time when he walked out of the hut with a cane, he found that the lights were on in the Riddle House opposite.

"These damned bear kids!"

Frank cursed as he walked into the Riddle House. He was determined to teach those bear kids who like to make trouble for him a memorable lesson this time!

Frank was very careful because he was afraid that the children would run away.

He had been a scout in the past, so he had some experience in infiltration.

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

"Master, I might be dying."

This was a weak voice, and it sounded very shrill. After this shrill voice appeared, another hoarse voice like a dream came out soon.

"Where's Nagini? It's time for her to drink milk."

Frank immediately shrank into a dark corner. These two people were obviously not those naughty children. He instinctively felt that something was wrong.

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

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

The crying stopped abruptly.

"You're not going to die from that injury! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You've already started to regret coming to me! I disgust you, and I can see that you tremble all over when you see me! If you didn't have anywhere to go, you would have abandoned me, a piece of trash who needs you to feed me every few hours!"

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

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

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

"Idiot! You've been set up! The reason they got you out of Azkaban was to find me! If they didn't want to capture us alive, if I hadn't accumulated some strength over the years, I would have been captured by that group of people long ago! And you! Would have become a corpse long ago!

Now! Stop talking nonsense to me! Arrange the cemetery as soon as possible, and then, according to the plan, go get me Harry Potter's blood!"

"Know...Know! Master! The great Lord Voldemort!"

The hoarse voice seemed to be tired after speaking so much in a row. It panted and looked very strenuous.

Frank slowly backed away. He felt something was wrong. The two people in the room kept talking about corpses and murders. They didn't look like good people.

He planned to call the police, but just as he turned around and prepared to go downstairs to make a phone call, he found a python at least twelve feet long slowly approaching him.

Frank was scared and dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the huge body of the python twisting like waves, leaving a series of winding and wide marks on the dusty floor.

Frank closed his eyes in despair. He had seen the introduction of pythons in a BBC documentary and knew that although the behemoth in front of him looked bulky, it actually moved very fast. He couldn't escape with his old arms and legs.

However, just when he was in despair, the big snake slowly passed by him and entered the bright room, making a hissing sound as it crawled, and finally stopped in front of a recliner and coiled up like a pet dog.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

There was an extra hissing sound in the room, which made Frank a little strange. Could there be another snake in this room?

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

"Oh, Wormtail, my Nagini brought a shocking news. A dirty Muggle is hiding outside the door and heard our conversation clearly!"

Frank was shocked. A guess came into his mind. Could it be that the extra hissing sound just now was made by the hoarse male voice? Can he communicate with snakes?

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

The short and fat man had a lot of gauze tied around his body, a blindfold on his right eye, and a leg that seemed to be lame.

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

But before he could speak, the seriously injured fat man in front of him grinned and pointed a short wooden stick at him, reciting a sentence that he couldn't understand at all.

The ominous green light flashed, and Frank fell to the ground with a thud, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

...

At the same time, the Thestral carriage that Mike and Penelope were riding in also slowly landed on an open space.

"Welcome, Mr. Townley, Miss Clearwater."

As soon as the two got off the car, a young man in the uniform of a Ministry of Magic official came to greet them. On the other side, a staff member guided the coachman to drive the carriage to the parking area.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dick." Mike greeted the young official and introduced Penelope, "This is Dick Roman, the clerk of the British and Irish Quidditch Union Headquarters."

"Good evening, Dick."

"My friend, Miss Clearwater, you are definitely the most beautiful lady I have seen tonight."

Although she knew that the other party was just being polite, Penelope was still very happy and laughed directly with her hands covering her mouth.

Dick also knew who was in charge of the two people. After greeting Penelope, he turned his eyes to Mike, pointed to a winding dirt road and said:

"Please follow me, your tent is ready, and all the facilities inside are the best. I hope you will be satisfied."

Several people set off immediately. Penelope, who was wearing high heels, was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to walk on the dirt road, but she didn't expect that this seemingly fragile dirt road was actually very hard and smoother than a wooden board.

"This road was repaired by our colleagues for the VIPs. Every inch of the road surface was deformed to ensure that its hardness and smoothness were similar to marble. Dick explained.

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

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

"It's not just hard work, this is simply not a job for humans! It is expected 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. For this stadium alone, we dispatched 500 people and it took a whole year to build!

And this is just a small problem. The key is how to prevent such a large-scale collective activity of wizards 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 3/4 Station all at once, right? This is too exaggerated and it will definitely not be hidden from those Muggles.

So we can only stagger everyone's arrival time. For this reason, we divide the tickets into several levels. In addition to better seats and tents, the expensive tickets can also delay the arrival time. Those who bought the cheapest tickets are very unlucky. They have to come here two weeks in advance.

In addition, we have made distinctions in the mode of transportation. A small number of people take Muggle transportation, some use Apparition, and the vast majority rely on portkeys. Yes, you heard it right, portkeys. We have put 200 portkeys in total across the UK, and even more in other countries. All those who have bought tickets must arrive at the teleportation point strictly according to the schedule. "

Mike was shocked. He didn't expect that such a competition would be so difficult to hold.

Dick also realized that he was a little rude as a receptionist, and hurriedly said:

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

Mike smiled politely, but he had already cursed in his heart.

Damn, what a distinguished guest, it's because I gave him 100,000 gold Galleons and became the biggest sponsor of this game!

Mike felt a little distressed when he thought of the 100,000 gold Galleons. Such a large sum of money even he felt was a bit too much.

The three of them continued to talk and laugh as they walked towards the tent, but halfway through, a middle-aged man in hunting clothes suddenly came out of the woods next to him, looking at Mike and others with a confused face.

"What are you doing..."

Before he could finish his words, Dick attacked brazenly and knocked him to the ground.

After doing all this, Dick turned around and said to Mike with an apologetic look, "I'm really sorry, it was our mistake that this happened. "

"Is this, a Muggle?" Penelope asked.

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

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

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

"Damn it, this guy has bumped into a wizard for the third time today. The Muggle-repelling spells around here must have failed!"

One of the men complained.

Faced with the man's complaint, Dick was obviously very dissatisfied.

He put on a serious expression and said sternly to the two men: "Hurry up and throw this guy out! This is the VIP channel!"

The two men were older than Dick, but they lost their temper after being scolded by Dick. They dragged the unconscious man in hunting suits and disappeared into the woods.

Then, Dick changed his face and put on a flattering expression and said to Mike,

"Mr. Townley, let's keep going. We'll be there soon."