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 what it is-"
Amosta wiped the sweet wine from the corner of his mouth with guard and said with interest,
"You are wary of me because old Frank's death was unclear and the police asked you to pay attention to the strangers who have been around the village recently."
"Who could have predicted that?"
Among the few people, Dote, the oldest one with completely gray hair, sighed and said,
"Just the afternoon before his accident, I saw him working in the garden. I didn't expect that to be the last time I saw him. To be honest, Frank has never been blessed for a few days in his life, right?"
"Yeah, poor old guy."
Perhaps it was because Amosta spent a lot of money and bought him a lot of wine. At this moment, the bar owner looked at Amosta's young face and no longer looked like a murderer.
"Old Frank went to war when he was young, and he even helped us -"
"is it possible--"
Amosta maintained a listening posture. When everyone was mourning for Frank, who usually turned a blind eye but could not help but feel pity for him after his death, Amosta spoke at the right time,
"Is it possible that it was a normal death? I mean, according to you, this old Mr. Frank is very old, isn't he?"
Amosta's question caused the tavern to fall into silence. Several drunkards looked at Amosta longingly and told him clearly that they had more exciting gossip to share with him, but only if he paid 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.
Bliss——
Old Dot emptied the wine glass in one breath and smacked his lips with satisfaction, with a mysterious look on his face.
"This is 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 taken out of Riddle House-"
"Sorry," Amosta immediately interrupted Old Dot. He frowned and asked, "Whose mansion is it?"
"Riddle House, you must have seen it, that house on the hillside," Old Dot said a little excitedly, "That house has had several owners, but the first one belonged to the Riddle family, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle, and they Tom Riddle, the evil son of Tom Riddle, died in that house fifty years ago. Like old Frank, he was frightened before his death, but no trace could be found on the body."
"The police still remember that case--"
"That's why they determined that Frank's death must have been murder," said the boss, the pleasant-looking Doamosta.
"It's no wonder."
Amosta took a sip of wine and nodded calmly.
"You missed one thing!"
Most of the content was finished by Old Dot about the bar owner. Among the remaining drinkers who had been invited by Amosta for a few drinks, someone 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 a man near the house. A little boy was born, and no one in the village had seen it, so the police thought he was fabricating it out of thin air!”
Several people expressed their opinions and started to argue about whether this boy existed, whether he might be the murderer of the Riddle family, and whether old Frank also died at the hands of the little boy many years later.
Although Amosta maintained a polite smile, his eyes showed indifference.
He really didn't expect that Voldemort would hide back in his hometown after traveling all the way through mountains and rivers.
No need to think too much, the old owner of the house on the mountain must have died in the hands of Voldemort.
Tom Riddle.
Voldemort was an orphan, and like himself, grew up in an orphanage. After he found his father's family, he did not recognize them. Instead, he killed them coldly.
Amosta didn't bother to think about the love and hatred involved. His situation was similar to his own, but he was in a special situation, so he didn't particularly care. Voldemort chose the most extreme approach.
"Has old Frank been buried yet?"
Suddenly, Amosta asked a random question.
"The police took his body away and never brought it back. I guess they were still trying to figure out what caused Frank Sr.'s death, but I think they were wasting their efforts. That's how it has always been."
Amosta nodded and said nothing.
To be honest, Riddle House is indeed a decent and magnificent mansion.
It's quite a distance from the village, so it's quite quiet. Because it is built on high ground, the scenery of the wilderness can be seen unobstructed. If it weren't for the fact that he now has a place to stay, and this is Voldemort's hometown, Amosta might have really thought about buying it from the current owner of this mansion. Here bought him.
A radiant ball of light floated in mid-air, illuminating the stairs leading to the second floor that were cordoned off by 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 they rushed up to the second floor after receiving the news. Amosta didn't want to cause trouble, so since he entered this place. After two houses, it has been in a floating state.
Amosta raised his floating height and jumped over the blockade. He suddenly accelerated his speed and flew up to the second floor with a whoosh.
Since the villagers and police had already come to the house, it meant that the wizard in the house had already left. Therefore, Amosta did not waste any more time to guard the surroundings, but floated directly to the room that the villagers were talking about. The gardener of the house where Frank Bryce's body was found was discovered.
This was easy to identify because the Muggle police had set up a separate cordon at the door of this house.
On the night that old Frank died, everything was business as usual in the village. A few of them drank in the liquor cabinet until midnight, and then were forced to go home to sleep by the owner of the pub. These guys were staggering towards home, and then they suddenly saw the second floor of Riddle House on the hillside. Suddenly a green light appeared. The light was very dazzling and chilling.
Along with the green light there was a roar, like something exploded.
Under the stimulation of alcohol, these drunkards rushed to the house to check the source of the light and abnormal noise, and then they discovered the dead old Frank.
The police were deeply suspicious of the testimony of these drunkards, because after carefully surveying the scene, they found that there were no traces of human movement on the things here, and there were no old objects damaged in the explosion. No, the police It is suspected that there was no explosion or green light at all. These idle guys probably just saw a thunder.
It was packed up in a hurry——
The traces of magic are hard to hide, and the furnishings of the room remain the same as they have been for half a century—the old fireplace, the soft chairs that are not full of dust, the creaking wooden floors, and the moth-eaten pits hanging on the walls. From a Muggle perspective, there is no problem with all of this.
But in Amosta's eyes, there were obvious signs of being repaired by magic.
The overgrown lawn outside the window was bathed in the bright moonlight, and the breeze that broke into the house without invitation sang a bloody song.
Amosta took out his wand and drew a complicated and mysterious trajectory in front of him.
In the dark environment, many fine light sands suddenly appeared in the air. These colorful light sands gradually formed an orderly picture as Amosta's wand danced.
Amosta retreated under the wall, silently watching the moving pictures in mid-air. The light and shadow reflected the angular profile somewhat coldly. After a long time, the light and shadow dissipated, and everything was as usual, with only a slightly majestic sound. The sound echoes in the abandoned mansion,
"--Bertha Jorkins."
(End of chapter)
