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Every version of the tale, however, started in the same place: Fifty years before, at daybreak on a fine summer's morning when the Riddle House had still been well kept and impressive, a maid had entered the drawing room to find all three Riddles dead. The maid had run screaming down the hill into the village and roused as many people as she could.

Cold as ice! Still in their dinner things!

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Nobody wasted their breath pretending to feel very sad about the Riddles, for they had been most unpopular. Elderly Mr. Riddle had been rich, snobbish, and rude, and their grown-up son, Tom, had been, if anything, worse.

All the villagers cared about was the identity of their murderer - for plainly, three apparently healthy people did not all drop dead of natural causes on the same night. The Hanged Man, the village pub, did a roaring trade that night; the whole village seemed to have turned out to discuss the murders. They were rewarded for leaving their firesides when the Riddles' cook arrived dramatically in their midst and announced to the suddenly silent pub that a man called Frank Bryce had just been arrested.

He lived alone in a run-down cottage on the grounds of the Riddle House. Frank had come back from the war with a very stiff leg and a great dislike of crowds and loud noises, and had been working for the Riddles ever since. There was a rush to buy the cook drinks and hear more details. I'm sure if I've offered him a cuppa once, I've offered it a hundred times.

Never wanted to mix, he didn't.

He likes the quiet life. That's no reason to -" "Who else had a key to the back door, then? Nobody forced the door last night!

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No broken windows! All Frank had to do was creep up to the big house while we was all sleeping. But over in the neighboring town of Great Hangleton, in the dark and dingy police station, Frank was stubbornly repeating, again and again, that he was innocent, and that the only person he had seen near the house on the day of the Riddles' deaths had been a teenage boy, a stranger, dark-haired and pale.

Nobody else in the village had seen any such boy, and the police were quite sure Frank had invented him.

Then, just when things were looking very serious for Frank, the report on the Riddles' bodies came back and changed everything. The police had never read an odder report.

A team of doctors had examined the bodies and had concluded that none of the Riddles had been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangles, suffocated, or as far as they could tell harmed at all. In fact the report continued, in a tone of unmistakable bewilderment , the Riddles all appeared to be in perfect health - apart from the fact that they were all dead. The doctors did note as though determined to find something wrong with the bodies that each of the Riddles had a look of terror upon his or her face - but as the frustrated police said, whoever heard of three people being frightened to death?

As there was no proof that the Riddles had been murdered at all, the police were forced to let Frank go. The Riddles were buried in the Little Hangleton churchyard, and their graves remained objects of curiosity for a while.

To everyone's surprise, and amid a cloud of suspicion, Frank Bryce returned to his cottage on the grounds of the Riddle House. He stayed to tend the garden for the next family who lived in the Riddle House, and then the next - for neither family stayed long.

Perhaps it was partly because of Frank that the new owners said there was a nasty feeling about the place, which, in the absence of inhabitants, started to fall into disrepair. The wealthy man who owned the Riddle House these days neither lived there nor put it to any use; they said in the village that he kept it for "tax reasons," though nobody was very clear what these might be.

The wealthy owner continued to pay Frank to do the gardening, however. Frank was nearing his seventy-seventh birthday now, very deaf, his bad leg stiffer than ever, but could be seen pottering around the flower beds in fine weather, even though the weeds were starting to creep up on him, try as he might to suppress them.

Weeds were not the only things Frank had to contend with either.

Boys from the village made a habit of throwing stones through the windows of the Riddle House. They rode their bicycles over the lawns Frank worked so hard to keep smooth. Once or twice, they broke into the old house for a dare.

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They knew that old Frank's devotion to the house and the grounds amounted almost to an obsession, and it amused them to see him limping across the garden, brandishing his stick and yelling croakily at them. Frank, for his part, believed the boys tormented him because they, like their parents and grandparents, though him a murderer. So when Frank awoke one night in August and saw something very odd up at the old house, he merely assumed that the boys had gone one step further in their attempts to punish him.

It was Frank's bad leg that woke him; it was paining him worse than ever in his old age. He got up and limped downstairs into the kitchen with the idea of refilling his hot-water bottle to ease the stiffness in his knee.

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Standing at the sink, filling the kettle, he looked up at the Riddle House and saw lights glimmering in its upper windows.

Frank knew at once what was going on. The boys had broken into the house again, and judging by the flickering quality of the light, they had started a fire.

Frank had no telephone, in any case, he had deeply mistrusted the police ever since they had taken him in for questioning about the Riddles' deaths. He put down the kettle at once, hurried back upstairs as fast as his bad leg would allow, and was soon back in his kitchen, fully dressed and removing a rusty old key from its hook by the door.

He picked up his walking stick, which was propped against the wall, and set off into the night.

The front door of the Riddle House bore no sign of being forc ed, nor did any of the windows. Frank limped around to the back of the house until he reached a door almost completely hidden by ivy, took out the old key, put it into the lock, and opened the door noiselessly.

He let himself into the cavernous kitchen. Frank had not entered it for many years; nevertheless, although it was very dark, he remembered where the door into the hall was, and he groped his way towards it, his nostrils full of the smell of decay, ears pricked for any sound of footsteps or voices from overhead.

He reached the hall, which was a little lighter owing to the large mullioned windows on either side of the front door, and started to climb the stairs, blessing the dust that lay thick upon the stone, because it muffled the sound of his feet and stick. On the landing, Frank turned right, and saw at once where the intruders were: At the every end of the passage a door stood ajar, and a flickering light shone through the gap, casting a long sliver of gold across the black floor.

Frank edged closer and closer, he was able to see a narrow slice of the room beyond. The fire, he now saw, had been lit in the grate. This surprised him. Then he stopped moving and listened intently, for a man's voice spoke within the room; it sounded timid and fearful. This too belonged to a man - but it was strangely high-pitched, and cold as a sudden blast of icy wind. Something about that voice made the sparse hairs on the back of Frank's neck stand up.

There came the clink of a bottle being put down upon some hard surface, and then the dull scraping noise of a heavy chair being dragged across the floor. Frank caught a glimpse of a small man, his back to the door, pushing the chair into place. He was wearing a long black cloak, and there was a bald patch at the back of his head.

Then he went out of sight again. The journey has tired me greatly. There was a pause, and then the man called Wormtail spoke again. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet.

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It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over. Owing, no doubt, to a buildup of earwax, he had heard the word "Quidditch," which was not a word at all. Frank dug his finger still more vigorously into his ear. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait. He had distinctly heard the words "Ministry of Magic," "wizards," and "Muggles. Frank tightened his hold on his walking stick once more, and listened more closely still.

A slight pause followed - and the Wormtail spoke, the words tumbling from him in a rush, as though he was forcing himself to say this before he lost his nerve. It is merely that if we were to use another witch or wizard - any wizard - the thing could be done so much more quickly! If you allowed me to leave you for a short while - you know that I can disguise myself most effectively - I could be back here in as little as two days with a suitable person -" "I could use another wizard," said the cold voice softly, "that is true.

I wonder. Could this suggestion of abandoning the plan be nothing more than an attempt to desert me? I - I have no wish to leave you, none at all -" "Do not lie to me!

Frank doesn't know what a Muggle is, and despite being offended that Voldemort called him one when it is explained that term means he's not a wizard , he is still determined to inform the police about the intruders' plot but becomes horrified upon seeing Voldemort's weak form.

Voldemort then casts the Avada Kedavra curse , ending Frank's life before the book can describe what Voldemort looks like. Simultaneously, about miles away in the Surrey County town of Little Whinging , Harry wakes up from a nightmare at the Dursleys ' house on Privet Drive. Chapter 2: The Scar "A weird thing happened this morning, though. My scar hurt again.

Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts. Sirius was actually framed for his crimes by Peter Pettigrew , but, as the entire wizarding world except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore believes him to be guilty, Sirius is in hiding.

Harry does not mention the dream, only his scar hurting, and plans to send the letter once Hedwig gets back.

Chapter 3: The Invitation "P. I do hope we've put enough stamps on. Unfortunately, the letter upsets Vernon Dursley because there are so many stamps on the envelope that the postman actually rang the doorbell to laugh about it. Harry writes back to Ron after a letter from Ron was delivered by Ron's owl Pigwidgeon confirming that they can come pick him up.

Chapter 4: Back to The Burrow "They'll take the boy and go, there'll be no hanging around. That's if they're coming at all.

Probably mistake the day. I dare say their kind don't set much store by punctuality. The Dursleys are shocked after Mr Weasley destroys half the sitting room. Dudley Dursley , unable to resist due to the diet the family has been following and his fondness for sweets of all sorts, attempts to eat it and experiences the magical effects of a bigger tongue.

Before they have a chance to talk, Mr Weasley arrives back home and angrily explains that Dudley's tongue grew to be four feet long and turned purple before he was allowed to fix it. He points out that this incident could undermine the muggle-wizard relations he has been working so hard to improve even after the twins tell him they did it because Dudley bullies Harry.

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Mrs Weasley learns what happened and joins in the scolding of the twins. Mrs Weasley forced them to stop, since she wanted them to have a more reputable career in the Ministry after graduation.

After the spat, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione enjoy a lovely dinner in the garden. Percy who has joined the Ministry following his recent graduation mentions a top-secret event that he is up to in the Ministry, which will take place after the Quidditch World Cup. Unobtrusive things, obviously, so Muggles won't go picking them up and playing with them Mr Weasley explains that two hundred Portkeys have been placed around Britain to transport thousand of wizards and that they will be using the one at Stoatshead Hill.

Fred and George are not too keen to see Cedric due to his team beating Gryffindor last year, and Mr Diggory makes a big deal of it despite Cedric himself stating it was a fluke. Loads of foreigners.Readers will find this eminently satisfying fourth book in the series a moving, meaningful read. He stood up, noticing dimly that his legs seemed to be made of marshmallow. He likes the quiet life. Unfortunately, the letter upsets Vernon Dursley because there are so many stamps on the envelope that the postman actually rang the doorbell to laugh about it.

Proof: "So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other.

The doctors did note as though determined to find something wrong with the bodies that each of the Riddles had a look of terror upon his or her face - but as the frustrated police said, whoever heard of three people being frightened to death?

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