"Baby, are you kidding me?" Narcissa screamed in disbelief at the table.
"I don't think I have." Malfoy said calmly.
"I don't agree, how could there be homework for Christmas, and you have to go to such a far place, tell me, did your giant teacher arrange it?" Narcissa slapped the mahogany dining table hard . "I'm going to make your father fire him. It's hard to imagine that Hogwarts is willing to hire a murderer as a teacher."
"Oh, mother, he's just a janitor now." Malfoy explained slowly. "This is just an extracurricular homework in Potions class. It's not a hard rule, but shouldn't your son be the best? Any task should be completed perfectly, right?" Malfoy added after a pause : "The Potions teacher's name is Severus Snape, you should know him too..."
"Snape." Narcissa said the name once. "It seems to have done something with your father, but I still disagree." Narcissa said after thinking about it. "Are you willing to leave your mother alone at home for Christmas?" Narcissa said as if she was about to squeeze some tears from her eyes.
Malfoy was momentarily at a loss for words.
"I'm back." A middle-aged man's gloomy voice suddenly came from the marble fireplace.
"Mother, I think there is still a father who can accompany you now." Malfoy couldn't help but have a hint of joy in his tone.
"It's really not there when it should be here, and it's back when it shouldn't be here." Compared with Malfoy, Narcissa's tone was very bad.
The travel-worn Lucius obviously didn't understand the situation, and appeared bewildered. He came to the dining table and took a sip of honey tea, and then Malfoy explained it to him.
"People in the Malfoy family are not reckless, but they are not lacking in courage." Lucius turned to Malfoy and said, "Of course Dad supports you."
"I think back then, I too..." Then he showed nostalgic look, as if he was thinking of his student days.
"That's enough, I'm not ignorant of your crap." Narcissa was in a very bad mood now, so she almost used Lucius, who was about to reminisce, as a punching bag.
Lucius, who was interrupted, smiled awkwardly, and stopped talking, obviously not wanting to argue with the angry Narcissa.
In the words of TC people, it is: "It's a big festival, why bother?"
After lunch, Malfoy bid farewell to his parents and started today's trip.
Before leaving completely, he went to a Muggle vegetable market on purpose and bought a few beef bones, not knowing what to do with them.
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Villagers in Little Hangleton still refer to the house as "Riddle House," even though the Riddles have not lived here for many years. The house is situated on a hillside from which the whole village can be seen. Several windows of the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and ivy crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws. The Riddle Hall, which had been a large and handsome house, the largest and grandest building for miles around, was now damp, desolate, and perennially unoccupied.
Today, the mansion welcomed a little guest. He had light blond hair and was holding a black bag in his hand.
Malfoy was walking on the wide road, during which several good-natured villagers asked him where he was going, and it was curious to know that any new face appeared in such a small village. When Malfoy told his destination, the expression of every villager who asked him changed. Apparently, in their impression, the house had a gloomy and frightening feeling. The murder case fifty years ago was enough to leave a deep impression on these little villagers.
After persuasion to no avail, the villagers shook their heads and left helplessly. They were very puzzled by the boy's behavior, because no one wanted to approach this gradually desolate house.
Except for Frank, who is the caretaker of the house, a gardener.
In the murder case fifty years ago, he was the biggest suspect. He had been on the battlefield, and the villagers speculated that his spirit was abnormal because of this, so they murdered the Riddle family.
The police also thought he was a major suspect, so they took him back to the police station. Frank denied the allegations, and he stubbornly repeated his innocence over and over again. On the day the Riddles died, he said, the only person he saw around the property was a dark-haired, pale teenage boy he didn't know. No one else in the village had ever seen such a boy, and the police decided that Frank had made it up.
But the autopsy report made the police unable to do anything. The police had never seen a more bizarre report than this. A team of doctors examined the body and concluded that no one in the Riddle family had been injured by poison, sharp weapon, pistol, smothered or strangled. In fact (the report went on, in a tone of obvious perplexity), all three of the Riddle family appeared healthy—except for one thing, they were all dead. The doctors did notice (as if they were determined to find something wrong with the body) that everyone in the Riddle family had a look of horror on their faces - but as the bewildered policeman said, who listened? Did you say that three people were scared to death at the same time
Frank was released.
What made people even more astonished was that he was back in his log cabin in the grounds of the Riddle House.
The new owner of the mansion doesn't live here, and doesn't use the mansion for any purpose, it seems to be doing some fuss about taxes? The people in the village don't know. However, the wealthy homeowner continued to pay Frank as a gardener.
"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door of the house.
Frank stood up slowly from the armchair in the yard, and limped towards the gate with his crutches. Perhaps it was a dark wound left on the battlefield, or perhaps he was old, and one of his legs was very weak. Handy, can only rely on crutches to help walk.
As he walked, Frank wondered who would come to the house.
"It's definitely not the group of brats, they are not so polite." Frank thought to himself. The boys in the village were always throwing stones at the windows of the Riddle House. Frank took great pains to keep the grass level, but they rode their bicycles on it. Once or twice, they broke into the old house in order to make a bet with each other.
He believed the boys tortured him because they, like their parents and grandparents, thought he was a murderer.
The door was slowly opened, and the overly old door made an unbearable friction sound when it came into contact with the ground.
"Oh, boy, what's the matter with you here?" After opening the door, Frank saw a strange boy with a pale face and light blond hair. He felt different from those little ghost heads. With temperament, looking at Malfoy, he seemed to recall the pale, black-haired child back then.
"Go to sleep, sorry," Malfoy said softly, before raising his wand. "Dizzy!" A red flame shot out from the tip of the staff and hit Frank.
His body slowly fell on the lawn, and then he lost consciousness.