Frank Bryce vaguely heard the words 'ordinary old man', he turned his head and glanced at Harry and Ron.

His eyes are very bright, and it looks a little out of place with that old face. Frank's beard is unshaven, and there is a not too long scar on his left cheek. His lips are thin, and his face is a little difficult to get along with.

Ron and Harry looked more at Frank, only Anna stared into Frank's eyes.

Can face determine a person? Obviously not, Frank Bryce is a good man, but he is not very lucky. He became the culprit of the young Voldemort. He was charged with murder and lived in Little Hangleton. He lived in the log cabin behind Riddle's villa. , when it rains, I stay in the wooden house and read a book while rubbing my sore feet, and when it is not raining, I go to Riddle's Villa to take care of the garden.

Frank's life is monotonous, but sometimes new, thanks to the boys who come to play tricks in the garden—they give Frank one of the few opportunities to connect with people other than to go shopping at the convenience store.

The boys sometimes brought gifts, rotten eggs or sharp stones, and they knocked down the fence with a smirk, or broke into the Riddles' old house, and screamed and beat on their bicycles when Frank came to drive them away. Leaving in a fuss, sometimes politely greeting Frank, "The murderer is here! How is the murderer doing today?"

Frank didn't seem to like the kids that much, he waved his cane and yelled at them, driving him over and over again, but the boys' mischief wasn't all bad, they made Frank feel like he was still there instead of floating around in the old house Lonely ghosts around.

Why didn't Frank leave Little Hangleton? Many people have asked this question, and Frank has asked himself as he stands in the garden with a cane, looking at the dilapidated Villa Riddle in front of him.

Guilt, Frank stayed here because of guilt, although he was not the murderer of the three Riddle family, of course Frank's stubbornness was also a part of the reason, and he had no other relatives, and he had lived here for decades, and he had long regarded it as a place. home.

This villa used to be very beautiful, and it was the most beautiful house in Little Hangleton, but now, the roof tiles are incomplete and the creeping tigers are so dense that it almost covers the whole house. The maid used to clean the windows three times a day, but now it is full of dust. Or being stoned by mischievous kids.

Riddle House was old, and Frank was old, but he still remembered that afternoon when he limped with his suitcases to Little Hangleton, where his mother grew up, and he wanted to come after the war. Look, by then he'd been turned down for countless jobs because no one would want to hire a half-disabled lad to work.

Frank was wandering around in Little Hangleton, many people noticed him, and he was greeted with kindness for a drink when he was so dusty. Frank thought so until he unknowingly drank unconscious, holding his glass and shouting—

"You don't know, I've been on the battlefield... I've killed people..." This sentence terrified the people around, and everyone looked at each other, and finally the bar owner threw the drunk Frank in the alley next to the pub.

In the starry sky, Frank woke up dizzy. The first thing he saw was this. He thought he was dreaming. With virtual eyes, he grabbed his hand and struggled to stand up.

"Thanks," he saw the handsome dark-haired man smiling, "Little Master, I'm not some kind of lady in need of help," Frank frowned, "don't admit the wrong person."

The black-haired man smiled even more happily, "Of course, of course, Mr. Frank Bryce, I heard your name in the bar, an excellent soldier."

"Not now, sir," Frank said, looking at the dark-haired man's attire, the delicate brown suit, the expensive-looking leather shoes, and the silver watch on his wrist, which Frank had noticed when he held out his hand, "so What do you want?"

"Then I'll just say it straight, I want you to be the bodyguard of Riddle's Villa," the black-haired man patted Frank on the shoulder, "Mr. Frank, I heard you killed someone?" Before Frank could answer, he answered In his own words, "Fantastic! That's exactly what I need - a ruthless man!"

Frank picked up the package thrown aside and pointed to his leg, "I'm very grateful for your kindness, but my legs really don't allow me to take on such a bodyguard job. Good night, sir."

The black-haired man was a little anxious, he grabbed Frank's arm, and was opened by Frank's conditioned reflex, "Wow, oh, calm down, Mr. Frank!" The man waved to show that he was not malicious, he looked around, and then acted as a thief He lowered his voice, "I really need bodyguards, sir, I don't need you to do anything, just stay at my house!"

Frank didn't speak, but his eyes let the black-haired man know that he needed to tell the reason, "I'm ashamed, I met a beautiful lady a few days ago, this is just an ordinary game, but what's unusual is, After I went down with a glass of strong wine, I found out after everything happened - she actually has seven brothers!"

"Seven!" The black-haired man's eyes widened, "The lady forced me to get married, or she would tell her seven brothers to beat me up!"

"You should get married, sir, that's the best way to prevent bad things from happening," Frank sighed.

But the dark-haired man shook his head, "Mr. Frank, I'm still too young to enjoy myself a little longer—marriage is the grave, and marriage is a man with half a foot in the grave, oh, and children! The child is the little devil brat that Satan sent to torture you, spend your money, and make you half-dead--"

"If you don't get married, there will be no such bad things," the black-haired man said as a matter of course, but this sentence made Frank disagree. This veteran has always longed for a happy family, but unfortunately conditions did not allow it.

He stared at the black-haired man, \'Look, the world is so unfair, the lucky ones who have conditions never know how to cherish. \'

"So you will agree? Mr. Frank, uh, you can live in the wooden hut behind the villa. If you don't have a place to live, you'd better start work today," the dark-haired man walked to the alley and looked at it. A little nervous, "I saw the woman's three brothers in the bar just now. God, they are full of muscles. I will be gone with one punch, and I will never be able to enjoy the world of flowers again!"

"Okay, sir, I agree," Frank was silent for a while, then nodded, he had nowhere else to go, and it was his luck to find such an easy job now.

He looked at the very happy black-haired man. "I really killed people, sir."

"Yes, I know, that's what I like about you," the black-haired man nodded with satisfaction, "Have been on the battlefield, killed people, and carried a machine gun! Listen, how intimidating, that woman... Brothers will definitely not dare to come to the door!"

"I don't have a machine gun, sir, but a pistol at most," Frank laughed helplessly. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why be afraid? Will you kill me?"

"No," Frank shook his head.

"Then you're an ordinary person," the black-haired man smiled again. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you my name," he held out his hand politely. "Tom Riddle, yes, the most ordinary Tom, But I don't think the other Toms might be richer than me."

"Frank Bryce," Frank took old Tom's hand, and from then on began his little Hangleton life.

Frank had no other relatives. He regarded old Tom as his brother, friend, and sometimes when he was cleaning the garden, he thought of putting a swing somewhere in the corner to make Tom's children have a good time - if He decides to get married and have children.

Frank noticed that Old Tom often sat in the garden in a daze, shaking his head from time to time. The housemaid secretly told Frank that Old Tom eloped with a wild woman several years ago, and then suddenly ran back one day and collapsed at the door of the villa. , fell asleep for two days.

"The young master woke up thinking it was the spring of 1925, and he asked Mary from our town if he had written back to him - oh my god, that freaked us out because it was 1926! Mary! We're already married and have kids soon!"

The maid made a tsk tsk when she talked about it, "Master Riddle invited some psychologist from Big Hangleton, and the old man babbled, saying that the young master selectively forgot some bad memories." The maid nodded, "Indeed, I can imagine what kind of torture it was, why can't the young master run away with that woman, really..."

"That woman?" Frank sat down on the bench.

"Yeah, that woman is pale and has messy hair. I always feel that there is something wrong with her eyes, and she always glances at both sides. You know, it's the kind of scary..."

The maid tried to imitate, but unfortunately failed, she pouted, "I don't know what that woman's name is, oh, it could be Merope, or Melissa, and I don't know what the young master likes about her, maybe she She's a witch who has charmed the young master with witchcraft, and I really want to ask her for advice..."

The more the maid said, the more outrageous it became. Frank didn't pay much attention to the woman she mentioned. He preferred to believe that Old Tom was kidnapped and escaped by himself, rather than the bizarre love story the maid said.

"The young master is slowly recovering, he is the same **** he used to be, but sometimes he sits there shaking his head, as if trying to think of something," the maid laughed, "maybe thinking about the meeting we met at the bar yesterday. The name of the beautiful girl, or are you wondering if you forgot which girl to reply to?"

Old Tom was extremely insecure, and Frank soon discovered this. He was very concerned about the novelties that happened in the town, such as who had a frog with three eyes, whose broom was flying in the sky, whose baby girl was born can talk... these make old Tom nervous.

In fact, the three-eyed frog just has a tumor growing on the side of its eye, and the broom was hung on the eaves by the mischievous child. As for the talking girl, who wouldn't say "wow"?

After living in Little Hangleton for a while~lightnovelpub.net~ Frank discovered that there was no girl in town with seven brothers, and he thought he understood that old Tom was guarding against other dangers, perhaps the one who had kidnapped His people, which made Frank determined to do his duty as a bodyguard and not stay in the garden all the time as a gardener.

The peaceful days lasted until 1943, that ordinary summer. Frank was woken up by the heat in the middle of the night. He rolled over and got out of bed and walked to the wooden table to pour water for himself. Frank saw a teenage boy standing outside the garden fence.

Black hair, pale skin, and the moonlight on him made the boy look unreal, \'He looked angry,\' Frank was drinking water, he couldn't wake up, he thought he was still dreaming, "He really looks like Tom," muttered, and turned back to bed.

In the morning, Frank got up as usual, washed, and then heard a knock on the door, opened the door suspiciously, and was then controlled by the police.

"Tell me, Frank Bryce, did you kill him?"

The light hit Frank's face, and he dipped his eyes, feeling like he was dreaming again.

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