Hogwarts Melon Eater

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“Mr. Frank…” When Frank heard someone calling his name, he shook his head and turned his attention back to the hot tea in his hand. The female police officer on the other bar chair sighed her Pen down.

“I didn’t kill anyone,” Frank muttered. Whether it was for the Riddle Villa murder case or the Hanged Ghost Hotel murder case, he did not kill anyone.

The female police officer stared at Frank for a while, “Sir, we will contact the professional team of the London Police Department to conduct a mental assessment for you.” She took a deep breath, seeming to want to quickly skip what she just said. , “Well, let’s next…”

“Wait! Mental assessment?” Frank was a little angry, his thick eyebrows furrowed together looked more fierce, “Why don’t you understand! My spirit is normal! No drunkenness! No other problems!” he shouted loudly. , Put the goblet with tea on the table, “Even if I have been on the battlefield and killed people, I am very awake now!”

“Hey! Calm down! Mr. Frank!” The policewoman reached out to touch the gun in the holster. She regretted that she should use handcuffs to control the person as soon as she came. Look at the snack melon people trio here, and wave his hands concealedly to try to let them go out first.

Ron did not understand the meaning at all, he happily waved his hand in reply, while muttering to Harry, “That beautiful lady is waving to me! She is so enthusiastic!”

Frank suddenly realized that there is still a child here, which is not suitable for tantrums. He has always been a kind old man, so he calmed down and hummed, “Pick up your pen, police officer, I won’t do anything. Things, like I said, I’m innocent,” he paused for a second, “no matter what you say thousands of times.”

The policewoman relaxed a little, but did not remove her hand from the gun. “Mr. Frank, I’m glad you calm down.” She didn’t want to irritate Frank, but she must keep talking with Frank to get more information, “I I am also willing to believe that you are innocent, but your testimony is indeed a bit…well…fantastic. Perhaps you brought your fantasy world to reality?”

Speaking of this Frank wanting to get angry again, he just clenched his fists, but quickly relaxed, “Fantasy…several decades ago, you said the same, Riddle’s family, the death of a family of three…”

“Uh… Mr. Frank,” the policewoman flipped through some information, and she pointed to a place. “Speaking of this, when the tragedy happened in 1943, you said you got up to drink water in the middle of the night, and then you saw one through the window A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with black hair and looks a lot like Mr. Tom. Riddle, you suspect that he was the murderer of Tom…”

Frank raised his eyebrows, “I still think so.”

The policewoman stared at him for a while, then sighed, “You think he might be Mr. Riddle’s child, come back for revenge…”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Frank,” the policewoman lifts the head looking at the scar on Frank’s face, crossing her hands, “I just came here to work not long ago, but I also investigated many files kept by the police station in the small town, as recorded in the files, The police investigation found that Mr. Riddle had indeed eloped with a certain lady named Merop. If they had a child at that time, then the child was indeed 16 or 7 years old at the time of the crime.”

“But for Ms. Meropu, we don’t know anything except her name. Maybe she was smuggled or trafficked here,” the policewoman continued, “The Riddle Villa tragedy caused trouble at the time. Little concern, because of your testimony, the London Police Department sent an investigative team to assist in the investigation. They found some clues in an orphanage in London, Wu’s Orphanage.”

Frank touched the beer goblet, “Yes, the Wu Orphanage…Mrs. Martha… She said that there was indeed a child named Tom Marvolo Riddle in the orphanage before, and his mother named him…” [ 19459002]

“Your guess may be partly correct, Mr. Frank, the old Tom has a child,” the policewoman shook the head, “but he is impossible to be a murderer, you should know this.”

“According to Miss Martha, little Tom died in the orphanage due to a serious illness during the Christmas holiday in 1942. She remembers it clearly because it was the corpse of Little Tom that she handled that day, and she cried. One night, even though little Tom is an unflattering child.”

Frank closed his eyes. He listened to the voice of the policewoman starting to write and draw in the notebook. The policewoman continued, “Mrs. Martha said that Little Tom went to a boarding school. He might have been affected by his orphan status. Serious abuse, otherwise it is impossible to get such a serious disease. In order to prevent infection, they have to cremate the body.”

“I know!” Frank hugged his head, “I also know he was impossible to kill! But I did see it! Maybe I saw his twin younger brother? There are often such plots in books…”

“I’m glad you didn’t say what the hell soul revenge,” the policewoman recorded this in her notebook, “but maybe you have to think about it, is it right?”

“I…” Frank looked painful, he was a stubborn old man, he believed in his instincts very much, because that saved his life on the battlefield.

“Well, Mr. Frank, there is no fantasy story,” the policewoman frowns, “Let’s go back to this case.”

She changed her sitting posture and relaxed a little, because she saw her colleague walking down the stairs, she moved towards the colleague’s gaze, and then focused her gaze on Frank, “I hope you can stay awake and answer me Question.”

She raised the notebook in her hand, “I just asked if you saw a suspicious person near the hotel. You told me that you met a shiny white skin with fangs…uh…golden hair on the road. Beautiful girl, she asked you the location of the chicken farm in the town in an authentic London accent?”

Anna frowned, after listening for so long, finally heard something interesting, something suddenly occurred to her, she took out the tarot card Ron got from Ms. Mitty, tut, right?

There are many side missions now. It is necessary to figure out why Vampire appeared in Little Hangleton? What does she want to do? Who is the murderer of the Hanged Ghost hotel case? Who is Ms. Mitty who took out the tarot card? And where is the lovely Nagini now? Oh! I almost forgot, there was Lena’s psychic war champion, but the murders happened and the recording of the show should be delayed.

“Yes, I did say that, ma’am,” Frank nodded.

“White skin and fangs, you are implying that the girl you met is a Vampire, Mr. Frank.”

“No, I don’t think there will be a Vampire…” Frank waved his hand, then touched his nose, “Uh… maybe that girl dressed up like a Vampire?”

‘Dressing up like a Vampire,’ the policewoman felt a bit ridiculous when she recorded it in her notebook, “Well, sir, if you insist, then the next question, why are you sneaking in the window outside the hotel Peeping?”

“Peeping!?” Frank exclaimed, shaking everyone who followed him, “I never peeped! I’m just observing whether Boss Duote is at the bar, he doesn’t like me coming here… “Speaking of this, Frank was a little disappointed, but soon became expressionless.

“He doesn’t like you?” Look, Frank’s probability of killing has increased again, and the policewoman nodded, “Then why are you here?”

“I have a problem with my leg, it hurts especially when it rains!” Frank pointed to his leg, “I made an appointment with the clinic doctor, but when I arrived at the clinic I found out that Dr. Bones was not there. He left a note for me Come to the Hanged Ghost Hotel to find him.”

“Where’s that note?” The policewoman stared at Frank.

“There were some things that looked like Dr. Bones’s old sputum, which looked so disgusting, so I threw it in the trash.”

The policewoman was silent for a while, “Little Hangleton has very little surveillance. We have almost no way to tell if you have ever been to a community hospital… Have you met anyone else you know on the road?” The policewoman emphasized’other The word ‘means to let him skip the’Vampire girl’ mentioned earlier.

“It was raining all the way I came! Except for that…er, weird girl, I didn’t meet anyone else!”

The policewoman closed the notebook, “Then I’m sorry, Mr. Frank, you still have a big suspicion.”