Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Frank Bryce passed by the Hanged Man's Tavern in Little Hangleton. The midday sun was beating down on him, and the brim of his fur-brimmed beret was so narrow that it couldn't even cover his eyes.

He stood by the street sign with squinted eyes. In the dark tavern, there came a look that was even more dazzling than the damn sunshine - there weren't many good things in Little Hangleton, these idle drunkards just relied on their eyes to point. Living with some bastard words coming out of his mouth, otherwise what is the meaning of living for a scumbag? Is it like jumping into a well?

Anyway, Frank was used to it. He spat at the door, and the random rustling of his mouth stopped. Instead, what came out was the tavern owner’s yelling and cursing.

This old man is the gardener of the Riddle family.He lived alone in a shabby cabin in the grounds of Riddle House.Frank came back from the war with one leg so stiff that he couldn't control it, and he was extremely disgusted with crowds and noise. He has been working for the Riddle family since then - until now, even if the Riddle House changes its owner, no one will live in it.

He must be seventy or eighty, and no one in the town cares how old he is, but apart from being severely deafened and his bad leg stiffer than before, he is still alive and well. There is nothing about this gray place - Little Hangleton that is not lifeless. Even in such a hot sunshine, everything has a dilapidated color.

"Big Hangleton, Big Hangleton...what the hell is this?" A piece of bright red suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He took a step back and realized that it was a boy's round head, talking back. I was thinking about something.Frank Bryce unceremoniously took out the hearing aid, which was almost worn or not, and put it on his ear.

Oh, looking for the Great Hangleton.

"Big Hangleton's still four or five miles away!" Frank reminded him. Damn it the kid could read street signs. All that was left of "Big Hangleton" was the "G".

"Hey, I'll go!" The boy was startled by the loud voice. He turned around and saw "Keep away from strangers" and "What the hell are you doing? You'd better tell me the truth, or I'll give you a slap" written all over his body. The old man with a walking stick.

Ah this.

Frank looked at the boy suspiciously. One white eye and one brown eye?Is your right eye blind?The left hand is still wrapped in a bandage. Go to the big--are you going to call the police?

The old man snorted and walked into the tavern. As if they were avoiding the plague, people gathered in the other half of the tavern. Even those who wanted to kill each other's sons were placed on the same table when they met.They exchanged glances in silence, and began to whisper obscenely again involuntarily.

"Why did he come in?" A man next to the bar seemed a little unhappy: "Unlucky."

"If you let me tell you, in that house last time..." the tavern owner said.

"I told you I didn't want to offend Frank, right?" said an emotional woman in the corner.

"What do you think."

"I still remember, the Riddle family..."

It's all this bullshit again, Frank doesn't give a shit.He looked at the figure through the dirty and discolored glass. When the red hair swayed to a small point, he limped out of the tavern and followed him from a distance.

Andy, who was kicking stones and walking carelessly, was bitter and resentful. Why are you always following me?Are you training for seven kilometers? You still have to give me a stick. How can I teleport under your nose?

Andy slowly walked through the village. There were not many people in Little Hangleton in broad daylight. The houses were all dilapidated, with dead branches and leaves rotting in the mud. There was a cemetery not far away, and behind the cemetery was A hill - there is only a clean lawn, the rest is almost overgrown with wildflowers and weeds, and there seems to be pruned trees. Behind the trees is a large house. Several windows of the house are boarded up, and the roof The tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the ivy crawled all over the house with its claws and claws.It can be seen that it was originally a beautiful and magnificent building, but now it has become damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round.

It’s enough to sing a song from The Rains of Castamere. Andy passed by and silently complained in his heart, Little Hangleton, Little Hangleton?Riddle House?So Andy approached the door.

"Don't step on the grass! Don't go in, that's a private residence." Frank panted and yelled from behind: "Damn boy!"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, walk slowly, I won't go in." Good guy, this old man is the gardener with obsessive-compulsive lawn mowing.Andy watched the old man rushing towards him with a cane and asked: "What, have you experienced it before?"

"Aren't you going to Great Hangleton—to—to the police station?"

"Ah, yes, please take a breath and speak."

"you are lying."

"Ah, yes, yes! I'm leaving!" Andy planned to sneak away and spend more time with this stubborn old man. Who knows what will happen if the night is long and the dream is long.

Frank Bryce didn't believe it. An injured boy ran to a strange place by himself. He felt something was wrong, so he stood there breathing heavily and stopped talking.

"Don't follow me anymore, I'm so old." The red-haired boy stopped pestering and walked toward the other end of the hillside. He didn't stop until he could no longer see the shadow of the old house.

Andy looked around until there was no one behind him, then he snapped his fingers and disappeared.When he appeared again, he was already standing on the streets of Great Hangleton.

Compared to the dilapidation of Little Hangleton, Big Hangleton is no better.Andy searched among the messy houses, all of which were similar in shape but different in height, until he came to a door with a dead snake nailed on it.

That's right, Gunter's old house.

The walls of this room were covered with moss, and many of the tiles from the roof had fallen off, exposing here and there the inner rafters.Nettles grew thickly around the house, reaching up to the windows, which were very small and covered with a thick layer of old grime—what did it matter that the real treasure was inside.

The red-haired boy smiled evilly. He took off the bandage on his left hand and gently tapped the door with his fingertips. The door frame, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a mute sound of wood cracking, and Andy walked in.

Frank, the veteran, is not a person who can see a boy in danger. His moral standard does not allow him to do so.But no one in Little Hangleton would be willing to drive him to Big Hangleton. After all, everyone thought for decades that he was the one who killed the Riddle family, not the expressionless teenager with cruel eyes. Black-haired boy.

So he decided to walk on his own.

Good guy is such a tough guy.

4 miles, the veteran walked for 4 hours with his bad leg. When he reached the Great Hangleton, he almost collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

Fortunately, it was not dark yet. Frank gritted his teeth and planned to go to the police station first. Maybe those British gentlemen were not off work yet and could be kind enough to help him find the unlucky child.

He steeled himself, and once again walked on the streets of Great Hangleton, using his painful leg that wanted to pull it off. He looked around, looking for the bright red color - finally he saw the bright red color on the side of a house as he passed by. In the ruins, I saw him again in the small window - the boy was holding a shining silver sword, which was amazing!

The old man put away his crutches, hugged the bad leg with his arms and moved, trying not to make any noise as he approached the house, for fear of disturbing the inside - who knew what the hell this kid was dealing with!

Andy didn't care whether there was anyone watching him outside the window. He spent an afternoon turning Gunter's old house upside down.He knew that Dumbledore had followed the traces of magic to find the ring, but only when things happened did he realize that his magical perception was not that keen.

Sure enough, I am not the chosen one!

He could only use clumsy methods to try bit by bit, releasing his own magic power to feel the response of black magic. Finally, before the magic power was exhausted, he found the ring, and he carefully took out Gryphon from the alchemy garbage bag. With many swords, he swept it to the ground.

There really is an evil curse.

He raised his sword high and struck hard at the golden ring.Again, like the black smoke when the hanging box was destroyed, a strange human face roared and rushed towards Andy.

"Kid, run!" A strong hand grabbed Andy's collar and pulled him to the door before he could react. When Andy came to his senses, he realized that there was an old man standing in front of him. The back of the figure was holding a ridiculous walking stick and waving it at the face made of smoke.

"I'll go!" Andy ignored the explanation and rushed towards the ring in the face of the black smoke. Frank secretly screamed, anxious, but how could he show off at this time!

I saw him ducking through the dark smoke, and the bright silver sword in his hand struck the ring sharply.Just like the last time in front of Regulus's tomb, the originally terrifying face immediately lost its shape and turned into a ball of black smoke that shrieked and disappeared into the air.While Frank was still stunned, Andy quietly used his silver sword to pry off the resurrection stone from the severed ring, picked it up and put it into his pants pocket.

Suddenly he put away his sword and turned around.

"Child, what is that black smoke?" Frank came back to his senses with a surprised look on his face and looked at the red-haired boy in front of him.

Andy scratched his head and hesitated before replying: "Ah...is that the eldest son of the Riddle family?"