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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
The
villagers
of
Little
Hangleton
still
called
it
"
the
Riddle
House
,
"
even
though
it
had
been
many
years
since
the
Riddle
family
had
lived
there
.
It
stood
on
a
hill
overlooking
the
village
,
some
of
its
windows
boarded
,
tiles
missing
from
its
roof
,
and
ivy
spreading
unchecked
over
its
face
.
Once
a
fine-looking
manor
,
and
easily
the
largest
and
grandest
building
for
miles
around
,
the
Riddle
House
was
now
damp
,
derelict
,
and
unoccupied
.
The
Little
Hangletons
all
agreed
that
the
old
house
was
"
creepy
.
"
Half
a
century
ago
,
something
strange
and
horrible
had
happened
there
,
something
that
the
older
inhabitants
of
the
village
still
liked
to
discuss
when
topics
for
gossip
were
scarce
.
The
story
had
been
picked
over
so
many
times
,
and
had
been
embroidered
in
so
many
places
,
that
nobody
was
quite
sure
what
the
truth
was
anymore
.
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
.
"
Lying
there
with
their
eyes
wide
open
!
Cold
as
ice
!
Still
in
their
dinner
things
!
"
The
police
were
summoned
,
and
the
whole
of
Little
Hangleton
had
seethed
with
shocked
curiosity
and
ill-disguised
excitement
.
Nobody
wasted
their
breath
pretending
to
feel
very
sad
about
the
Riddles
,
for
they
had
been
most
unpopular
.
Elderly
Mr.
and
Mrs.
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
.
"
Frank
!
"
cried
several
people
.
"
Never
!
"
Frank
Bryce
was
the
Riddles
'
gardener
.
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
.
