boom!
Five minutes later, Harry returned to his room. He faced the full-length mirror mounted on the wardrobe and saw a slumped and dejected face.
Harry had to admit that he was oversimplifying things.
He thought that Sirius's warning would make the Dursleys' life more comfortable, so when Sirius proposed this plan, he did not reject it. But now it seems that Sirius's warning is not ineffective, but effective. Surprisingly good.
Harry kicked open the box at the foot of the bed and buried his head in the quilt again.
He also overestimated himself a bit, didn't he?
Harry had been looking forward to getting along with the Dursleys, but when he finally waited until this day, he realized that he would rather be scolded than spend a summer vacation without anyone. Talk to him.
Suddenly, Harry started to go crazy on the bed. He hammered the bed board like crazy and made strange screams.
The best solution is for Sirius to appear immediately and take him out of this house. This can indeed relieve the urgent need, but there are still two summer vacations left. According to Sirius' wishes, he is in Hogwart. Before I graduate, I have to go back to the Dursleys to stay for a while during the summer vacation.
Or, apologize to the Dursleys and tell them that Sirius just made a bad joke and that he was actually innocent?
Harry rubbed his face against the sheets several times and threw the second thought out of his mind. Reconciliation with the Dursleys?
Just the thought of it made Harry feel humiliated!
After Hedwig comes back, she'd better write a letter to Ron.
Ask Mr. Weasley to get him out of the house sooner. Ron had always suggested this, but Harry felt that he should abide by the agreement with Sirius, so he rejected this tempting suggestion.
As the sun sets, the pink halo that fills the room gradually fades away, and darkness creeps up from the corner, quietly occupying the room.
Harry had no appetite at all. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and finally his consciousness became blurred.
During this period, he seemed to hear the sound of the Dursleys opening the door, but Harry, who was full of fatigue, was too lazy to get up and take a look. He had been thinking vaguely whether he should leave the Dursleys early. Judging from the current situation, they wished they could leave immediately.
When the crescent moon was high in the sky, the annoyance on Harry's face disappeared, as did his entanglement. Suddenly he heard vague voices in his ears, and those voices were obviously not from the Dursleys. Moreover, looming pictures appeared in front of his eyes, some strange pictures
Have you dreamed it?
Harry, who had only a trace of reason left, thought about it. He felt an inexplicable urgency in his heart, wanting to see clearly what the dangling images meant. What was shocking was that when he had this thought, Those images actually became clearer, but they were still swaying.
Harry, who wanted to kill time, focused on those pictures, and then his consciousness sank.
To be honest, Frank Bryce from Little Hangleton and Old John from the Shetland Islands are quite similar!
Both of them are veterans who survived a cruel war, and both of them suffered some physical trauma due to the war. One of them has been guarding an old Riddle house that is no longer prosperous for the rest of his life, and the other has been spending the rest of his life with a forgotten lighthouse. , and their fates changed in July 1994.
The weather has been pretty good recently, but the moisture in the soil still made Frank's bad leg protest in the middle of the night as his body had become sensitive and fragile due to his age.
Frank had struggled with this bad leg for half his life, and he knew how to deal with it.
Patience cannot be overcome, and he must do something.
The bright moonlight shone through the old window sash into the kitchen that was filled with a decaying atmosphere. Frank did not find this scene beautiful. Instead, he felt that the moonlight was a bit too bright, making it uncomfortable for his eyes that had recovered from the darkness.
He grunted and rubbed his eyes as he got up from the bed. Barefooted, Frank limped downstairs and into the kitchen to fill a hot water bottle and warm his stiff knees. He stood by the pool and poured water into the pot, subconsciously looking up at the Riddle Mansion that he had guarded for half his life.
He saw a dimly lit room on the second floor of the mansion that was bathed in moonlight and seemed a bit lonely. Frank immediately understood that it was probably the little boys in the village who refused to give up and came to look for him. trouble.
Although he hadn't been in for many years, Frank still remembered the details of the house very clearly. He walked into the cave-like dark kitchen from the back door, trying his best not to make any noise so that he could catch him later.
If he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, Frank could imagine that those naughty little boys would have falsely accused him of having something wrong with his head.
Because of the large floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the front door, there was a little light in the corridor that was filled with the smell of decay, which made it easier for him to go up the stone steps covered with a thick layer of dust to the second floor.
On the landing, Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was. At the end of the corridor, a door was opened a crack, and a flickering light shot out from the crack, revealing an orange light and shadow on the dark floor.
Frank leaned sideways and approached carefully, holding tightly the cane he was preparing to hit the boys on the head with. A few steps from the door, he could see through a narrow gap in the room.
He now saw that the flickering light in the window was from the fire in the fireplace, which surprised him. After all, villagers did not use the fireplace much during this season. He stopped, pricked up his ears, and only heard a clear voice coming from the crack in the door. There was nothing disturbing, but Frank, who was dying, could still hear a bit of restrained disgust based on his rich life experience.
"Drink it as soon as possible, Mr. Dark Lord, it won't last long--"
"Ah, thank you so much--"
The voice behind belonged to a man. Although he was expressing his gratitude, his voice was strangely high-pitched, and there was no hint of gratitude in his tone. Instead, it was as cold as the cold wind.
Frank had forgotten about the troublemaker. He subconsciously approached the door, and then he heard a gurgling sound. This cheerful sound reminded Frank of the time on the battlefield when he survived a difficult battle. A scene of drinking beer with comrades.
"Wonderful, every time I feel wonderful——"
The man spoke again, and he seemed to be praising the drink he drank, but for some reason, Frank suddenly felt that the sound was like the hissing of a vicious snake, which was chilling.
"I never thought that the grass and trees that people turn a blind eye to actually contain such wonderful vitality, which is comparable to the blood of a unicorn. Ah, it seems that I have indeed ignored a lot of things in the past, so I A heavy price was paid.”
Unicorn's blood?
Frank's gray eyebrows moved. He thought he heard the wrong words, so he tried desperately to hear clearly, but in the next few seconds, there was no movement in the room. The owner of the clear voice seemed to disdain to talk to the man. of admiration.
Frank focused his eyes on the crack in the door, but he only saw a figure shaking on the wall, which seemed to belong to the lady. The man who spoke was sitting on a high-backed soft chair, facing the fireplace, and Frank could not see his figure. Face.
"Can you please feed the rest to Nagini? I think, like me, she must be starving after a bumpy journey. Ah, of course, I am not accusing you of not taking enough care of her. Okay, but I think you must know very well that I am not as good as before."
(End of chapter)
