Peter Pettigrew would probably never have imagined in his life that someone would actually observe him through a crystal ball, and that the person staring at him was his enemy who had once sent him to Azkaban prison.
Yes, Peter would never think of it, nor would he want to know. Otherwise, Mr. Peter, who was as cowardly as a mouse, would not be in the mood to help Voldemort find the trace of the unicorn in the depths of the Albanian forest, but would directly abandon the half-dead master and run away.
At this moment, in a dark forest in Albania, Peter was running quickly through the trees, trying to find a lone unicorn.
However, Peter's grades in Care of Magical Creatures were average, and he didn't know how to find the unicorn in the forest. Fortunately, Peter was able to find out the approximate location of the unicorn through his dirty little friend.
But it was not enough to just find the unicorn. It was not easy to get the blood of the unicorn. Because the unicorn itself was a magical creature with very strong magical power. Not only were they very fast, but they were also hard to be hurt by ordinary magic. Maybe the unicorn's resistance to magic was not as strong as that of the dragon, but it could not be ignored. Moreover, Peter was sure that he could not catch up with the speed of the unicorn.
However, obtaining the blood of the unicorn was the first task that the Dark Lord gave to Peter. Peter knew very well that he had to finish it no matter what, unless he wanted to just walk away. If he really did that, there would be no place for him by the Dark Lord's side, and he would also appear on the Dark Lord's kill list.
Peter Pettigrew looked at the deep forest ahead and said self-deprecatingly, "Isn't this the result I want?"
Voldemort is now very weak, so weak that he has lost most of his strength and cannot even use magic. He can only survive like an ant.
All this made Peter very happy.
Because only by offering his loyalty when the Dark Lord needs help the most can he gain higher honor than other Death Eaters.
Of course, Peter never thought about gaining the so-called glory, and he knew that Voldemort did not fully trust him.
But, so what? The Dark Lord would certainly not do anything to him. If he killed himself who helped him when he was most needed, how would he gain the loyalty of other Death Eaters? Who would dare to continue to follow and be loyal to him
As long as the Dark Lord is helped to recover his body, no Death Eaters will bother him anymore, and the British wizarding world will also usher in turmoil. The Minister of Magic will probably have a headache then.
Found it!
After spending quite a while, Peter finally found a lone unicorn deep in the forest. It was drinking water by the river and looked very beautiful from a distance. The unicorn seemed to have sensed the arrival of the evil guest and raised its head to look towards Peter, its eyes full of vigilance.
Peter knew he only had one chance, and once the unicorn started running, he would have no chance.
A sharp shout pierced the night sky.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A strong green light lit up in the dark forest.
After the green light dimmed and the forest returned to normal, Peter found that his spell had failed. The unicorn took brisk steps, easily avoided the killing curse, ran away quickly, and disappeared from Peter's sight in the blink of an eye.
“Damn it!”
Just as Peter was trying to catch up, he noticed a noise on the right side, and the unicorn suddenly jumped out from the side, and he was almost pierced by the unicorn's horn. Fortunately, Peter successfully used the Apparition to avoid the unicorn's attack at the critical moment.
"What a cunning beast."
Peter had never thought that the unicorn was so difficult to deal with. He thought the unicorn would continue to launch surprise attacks on him, but he was shocked to find that the beast had already escaped, while he was still foolishly alert to his surroundings.
Peter had to find a new target. The adult unicorn was too difficult to deal with. He even doubted whether Avada Kedavra could kill such a powerful magical creature as a unicorn in one go.
Peter regretted his rashness just now. If he could find the young unicorn, the situation might not be so bad.
Peter found the whereabouts of other unicorns through his mouse friends. This time, Peter was not in a hurry to take action, as he suspected that he would repeat the same mistake as last time. So, he spent several days and finally found a group of unicorns, but Peter could see that those unicorns were not easy to mess with, so he finally gave up and wandered alone on the edge of the forbidden forest, looking for some fish that had slipped through the net.
Peter's luck was not bad, he found a lone, young unicorn.
The wailing of unicorns echoed through the forest.
"He's not dead?"
After the green light faded, Peter found the unicorn struggling to get up from the ground.
The Avada Kedavra curse did not kill the unicorn immediately, but it still caused very serious damage to the unicorn.
His magical power was only above average among wizards, but the Killing Curse was enough to easily kill any creature. However, Albert was surprised that the unicorn was not killed immediately.
Peter cast a few more Avada Kedavra spells, completely killing the unicorn, and then panting, he went forward to collect blood. When Peter put the fresh unicorn blood into the glass bottle, he looked up and saw a group of angry unicorns. He was surrounded, but Peter did not panic at all. Before the unicorn rushed towards him, he directly disappeared.
The angry roars of unicorns were heard in the forest.
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"Master, I have collected the blood of the unicorn."
Peter hurried back to the forest where the Dark Lord lived, took out the bottle of unicorn blood, and said to the shadow in the forest: "What should I do next?"
"I need you to use a potion made from unicorn blood and Nagini's venom to give me a decent body temporarily." Voldemort stated his next plan.
Just then, a rustling sound was heard in the darkness, and a twelve-foot-long giant snake appeared in front of Peter. Although it was not the first time he had seen this snake, it still made Peter feel very uneasy, but Peter knew what he should do.
It didn't take him long to prepare the recipe for the potion. Unicorn blood was the most difficult to obtain, but it was no longer an easy task now.
Peter stood at the crucible tongs, muttering a spell that was said to be invented by the Dark Lord himself. Then he put the snake possessed by the Dark Lord into the crucible of the boiling potion. After a shrill scream, a baby-like figure slowly rose from the crucible.
Bertha Jorkins, who was controlled by Peter, immediately took out a towel and caught the ugly baby, if it could really be called a baby.
"Master, how do you feel now?" Peter asked cautiously.
"This body is still very weak, but at least it has restored some of my magical power." Voldemort's voice was filled with undisguised excitement. The situation was developing for the better.
"Master, what can I do to help you?" Peter asked respectfully.
"I know an ancient dark magic that can create a resurrection potion, allowing me to restore my original body and take back the power that originally belonged to me." The Dark Lord said hoarsely: "When I regain my original power, you will get the reward you deserve."
"Thank you for your generosity. I will prepare the materials you need right away."
"I require three powerful ingredients," Voldemort said hoarsely: "The bones of my father, and the flesh of my servants."
As he said this, he looked at Peter who was shaking like a sieve, "Don't worry, it won't take much, and it won't kill you. Besides, I still need you to help me control the resurrection potion."
Peter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice: "What's the last item?"
“The blood of my enemies,” said Voldemort.
Peter felt that this should not be difficult, because there were still so many people who hated Voldemort. It should not be difficult to capture a wizard and take his blood after returning to England.
"I know where my father is buried. It's not difficult to get his bones, but... I want Harry Potter's blood. I want the blood of the man who made me lose my magic thirteen years ago."
"Excuse me, Master, it is too difficult to harm Harry Potter. He is now under strict protection. I am afraid it will be difficult for me to succeed." Peter said tremblingly, "If we use another wizard, we can make a quick decision and help you get your original power back as soon as possible."
"It must be Harry Potter's blood," Voldemort's voice sounded a little weak, but very firm, "By then, the protection his mother left on him will also exist in my blood, and that woman's power will no longer be able to protect Harry Potter."
"I'm afraid it would be difficult to accomplish this with my own strength. If you allow me, perhaps I should gather other Death Eaters who are not imprisoned in Azkaban." Peter suggested in a low voice, "Perhaps, then we will have enough power to accomplish this."
"I'll worry about them, but not now."
After Voldemort lost his power, he no longer trusted anyone, and would not show his weak side to those who were fence-sitters.
He would rather spread his fame after his resurrection, let those half-hearted guys worship him, and let the traitors live in fear day and night until they die quietly in a dark corner. "
"Okay, let Bertha Jorkins come over here. I remember you said that this woman works for the Ministry of Magic. Maybe she can provide us with some useful information." Voldemort picked up Peter's wand with difficulty, pointed it at Bertha Jorkins, and used Legilimency on him.
The expression on Bertha Jorkins' face looked extremely painful, and it was obvious that Voldemort was forcibly reading her memory.
"Oh, what a surprise, someone actually used a very strong Oblivion Charm on Bertha Jorkins." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and he easily got a lot of information from Bertha Jorkins.
"But if you encounter a powerful wizard, the forgetfulness spell will not work."
"Master?" Peter asked uneasily.
"Now, let's not rush back to England. The Quidditch World Cup is being held there. Countless wizards from all over the world will flock to that country. All those nosy guys in the Ministry of Magic have been dispatched. They will stand guard everywhere and watch for any unusual activities, so we must wait patiently."