Hogwarts Diary: Snape Goes Crazy

Little Hangleton Village.

The villagers still regard the Riddle Mansion as a haunted house.

This is normal.

After all, a murder occurred here half a century ago.

All members of the family died.

And they all died with their eyes open, without any wounds on their bodies.

Police said they suffered heart attacks.

What a liar!

How can a whole family have a heart attack?

Later, this manor was bought and sold several times, and now no one lives here at all.

Frank is the gatekeeper here.

Every once in a while, he would check in for the owner of the manor and make sure there were no homeless people living there.

Although this is a haunted house, no one should live there.

But just because this is a haunted house, it attracts some adventurous people even more.

Every time Frank went in, he would drive all those people out.

But for some reason, especially in the past two years, every time he walked into this manor, he would feel something was wrong.

In his mind, there are always some pictures, a little girl, and the shadows of many people.

And in the dream, he could feel the girl's worry.

Reason told him to stay away from here.

But Frank has been living on this his whole life, how could he possibly leave here?

What's more, he is already very old. He will be buried soon, where else can he go?

On this day, he came to Riddle House again.

He walked inside, intending to look at every room, and then he saw someone in one room.

The men also lit lamps.

Frank leaned forward angrily.

I want to estimate the number of these people first and see if he needs to call the police.

If possible, he really wanted to drive these people out with a stick alone.

He looked through the crack in the door and found a short, bald man with his back to him.

He thought he could beat this guy.

But before he took action, he heard the timid and frightened voice of the short man.

"Master, there's still more in the bottle! If it's not enough for you, you can drink some more!"

Frank frowned.

Owner?

What kind of force is this called?

Slave owner?

Then the guy called Master spoke.

Those who heard that voice felt fear in their hearts.

"Later! Move me over to the fire now, Wormtail!"

What is this name?

Some people call it Wormtail?

Frank saw the little fellow carrying the chair to the fireside.

But the chair was facing away from him, and he didn't know what the person inside looked like.

"Where's Nagini?"

the owner asked.

Frank frowned.

There were actually three people, so it seemed like the police had to be called.

However, he did not leave now, but continued to listen at the door.

Maybe they are wanted criminals and he can get some information!

"Master, how long do we have to stay here?"

the little man asked again.

"A week! Maybe longer. After all, it's quite comfortable here. The plan can't be implemented now. It would be unwise to act rashly before the Quidditch World Cup is over.

Frank didn't know if he heard correctly.

Quidditch…….…

What is that?

There is no such thing.

"Master, I don't understand why we have to wait until after the Quidditch World Cup is over?"

"Fool, because before the start of Quidditch, the Ministry of Magic will be dispatched. They will interrogate wizards from all over the world. Safety is the most important at this time, so it is wise to hide here with Muggles."

Frank was even more confused.

Muggles, wizards, Ministry of Magic...

What are these things?

"Master, actually we can do it without Vesey Potter and Harry Potter...

silence.

Then the voice said softly: "I understand, they didn't kill you..."

"No, Master, I don't care about them at all. I just think that we can find another wizard... After all, the risk of finding those two children is too high..."

"Looking for another wizard?"

The guy called Master asked softly.

The short wizard nodded quickly, seeming to have a lot of courage.

"Yes, you know I can pretend, I can..."

"Don't lie to me, I know everything, Wormtail, you have been regretting coming back here, you are shrinking from me, every time you touch me, you tremble all over..."

"No, that's not the case. I am loyal to my master!"

the little man cried and begged.

"What is loyalty? You are just timid and scared. Now I need to rely on you, and Nagini also needs your milk. How can I live without you?"

The voice said in a sinister tone.

The bald man was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

"No, Master, I don't..."

"Okay, no need to explain. I naturally have my own reasons for using those two children, and I won't use anyone else's.

As for how to get them out, of course I have my own way, and all you need to do is show your abilities and don't let Lord Voldemort's impression of you drop again and again!"

The one named Wormtail was silent for a while, and then said as if he remembered something: "Master, I have already killed Bertha Jorkins, if I kill another person..."

"That's enough. The Ministry of Magic will not pay attention to you. They will never think of you when the time comes. And by that time, all my servants will come back to me..."

"Master, I am also your servant!"

"Hmph, my servant must have brains, ability, and courage, but you have nothing. Even if you kill someone, you are too timid!"

"But I brought that woman..."

"You brought it here, and you can only use it so much. You definitely didn't expect her to be useful at first.

The information she came up with was great enough to give me a good plan.

Lord Voldemort gave her death, and then killed another person... Wait, Wormtail, I think I heard Nagini coming back!"

Frank heard the owner say.

He was startled and quickly wanted to back away, when he saw a very thick python that was almost twelve feet long and left beside him.

Then, he heard the owner's voice.

"Nagini said a Muggle was eavesdropping!"

Frank has no chance to hide.

The door in front of him was slammed open.

A short man with a bald head and watery eyes, who looked like a mouse, invited him in.

"It seems you heard everything, Muggle."

Frank looked at the chair. The person inside looked smaller than Wormtail.

The chair was facing away from him, and he couldn't see who was inside.

But he is no longer afraid. Years of battlefield experience tell him that fear is useless.

So he looked at the chair confidently and asked coldly: "What did you call me?"

"Muggle, the name for people who are not wizards, and I don't know why, you look familiar to me.

Frank didn't know why they looked familiar to him. He just said unceremoniously: "I heard you killed someone, and I also called the police. I believe you will be arrested soon..."

"You didn't call the police. You just came here. Don't lie to Lord Voldemort. You have no escape here!"

"A man who hides his head and shows his tail, do you think I will be afraid of you?"

Frank said with a sneer.

Voldemort asked Wormtail to move him across from Frank, and Frank saw what he looked like.

He let out a series of terrified screams.

He saw the other person holding up a small stick.

When the green light struck, he suddenly thought of a girl who seemed to have appeared here two years ago. She saved him, and then

he died.

At the same time, Voldemort finally said softly: "I think about it, the person that girl saved really deserves to die!".