Voldemort broke his promise.
At least that's how it seemed to Peter Pettigrew.
Ever since Peter helped Voldemort recover his physical body, he has not seen anything of what the other party promised him, just like fart.
Naturally, Peter didn't dare to mention it in front of Voldemort unless he wanted to die.
Especially after realizing that his situation was not good, Peter became more humble, hoping that Voldemort would not notice him.
However, this is obviously impossible.
Because he was accepted as a Death Eater again.
Even though he was at the bottom of the table and didn't get the treatment a Death Eater deserved, and even though the Death Eaters looked down on him, he was still a Death Eater.
The only benefit of this identity is probably that you no longer have to worry about being hunted down by Sirius and Lupin!
If possible, Peter Pettigrew actually wanted to return to normal life, especially after resurrecting Voldemort, the cruel reality completely shattered his last bit of fantasy.
But this is no longer possible.
There is no medicine for regret in this world!
A few days ago, the Dark Lord suddenly issued an order, asking Peter Pettigrew to hunt down the Mudblood Albert Anderson.
Oh my god, this is a suicide mission.
What's more, Peter Pettigrew had no idea where the Mudblood was. Even if he knew, he would be no match for him. Even Barty the Youngster had been defeated by him through a sneak attack. What could he do
He's just Peter Pettigrew, nothing more.
Perhaps knowing Peter's level, the Dark Lord sent another Death Eater to help, and also brought many dark wizards recruited from Knockturn Alley, but there was still no sign of improvement.
What made Peter Pettigrew most angry was that the Dark Lord let Selwyn preside over this secret hunt for the Mudbloods and did not trust him at all.
What could a cruel, violent, and rude fellow like Selwyn do
To be honest, Peter Pettigrew really didn't understand what the Dark Lord was trying to do. He knew with his knees that such a small number of people could not deal with that damn Mudblood at all.
Although Peter Pettigrew hated Snape, he agreed with his fair assessment of the Mudblood.
If you want to kill the other person, don't give him any chance. Otherwise, don't move him easily to avoid alerting him.
However, the arrogant Selwyn did not think so. He rudely broke into the other party's house, and after finding out that no one was there, he almost set fire to the Mudblood's house. He also tortured the Mudblood's neighbor and learned the cruel truth that after the Mudblood's family won the lottery jackpot, their whole family immigrated to the United States.
Peter Pettigrew heaved a sigh of relief upon learning that the Mudblood had escaped, but his accomplice Selwyn looked a little furious.
Honestly speaking, it is a bit difficult to hunt down a wizard across the ocean. The most important thing is that the American magic community is not very friendly to wizards, and foreign wizards need to be strictly controlled. It is easy for conflicts to occur in the past, causing unnecessary trouble.
Before the Dark Lord intends to reveal the news of his return, they cannot do too much, otherwise they may be exposed in advance and make the Dark Lord unhappy.
If the Dark Lord was unhappy, they would all be in trouble.
"what to do?"
"How should I know?" Selwyn was irritated.
Voldemort's orders were to kill the Mudblood, and if they couldn't do even that simple thing... they would surely lose the Dark Lord's trust and possibly suffer torture.
"Maybe, the Mudblood is still in England." Peter said tentatively, "The guy just guessed that we were looking for him, so he hid himself. After all, he can predict the future."
"What should we do? And do you have any evidence?" Selwyn said impatiently, "Tell me what you have in mind."
Finally, Peter Pettigrew came up with a bad idea and asked a fortune teller to tell him where he could find Albert Anderson.
If there is anyone who is best at finding people, it must be the master of prediction.
This is how Peter Pettigrew was arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban Prison. Even if they really couldn't find the person, a master of prophecy would definitely be able to calm the Dark Lord's wrath. After all, even the prophet who was best at finding people couldn't find them, let alone them.
The question now is where to find the prophet
No matter where they are, prophet masters are always few in number and respected by people, and they rarely even hear others talk about prophet masters.
Hogwarts seems to have a Divination professor, but they all know that he is a liar. There are actually some in Knockturn Alley as well, but they are all a bunch of liars. If they could really predict the future, they would not be so poor as to live in Knockturn Alley.
Selwyn had to ask his colleagues for help, and at the same time he looked up all the great prophet masters in Britain over the past two centuries to see which one might still be alive.
Finally, they focused their attention on Cassandra Wabraski, the author of "Seeing the Future through the Mist". There is no doubt that any wizard who dares to write a divination book has more or less some divination ability, especially since it can be used as a teaching material for Hogwarts. Cassandra Wabras is definitely not a liar. Coincidentally, Malfoy also recommended this century-old man to Selwyn.
The two of them brought a dozen dark wizards to visit the old man who had just lived for a century.
However, Cassandra Valbras seemed to know that someone was looking for her, so she simply moved to a new place, leaving the uninvited guests empty-handed.
When Selwyn was trying to pry the prophet's residence out of Cassandra Valbras's descendants, they happened to find Cassandra Valbras' whereabouts and met the old prophet along the way.
The old woman seemed to know why they were looking for her, and readily agreed to tell fortunes for them.
Cassandra Valbras is not a smart guy like Albert. What she can see from the crystal ball is far less easy than what Albert can see.
According to the divination results on the crystal ball, the person they are looking for will appear in a village in the next few days, and that village is likely to be the village of Nicola in France.
This should be the statue of Mr. and Mrs. Flamel. I went there once when I was young.
Finally Cassandra saw the Dark Mark and thought they might have succeeded in killing their target, which made her a little sad.
It was hard to say whether the divination content was true or not, so after some discussion, the two decided to invite each other to be their guests.
However, just as they were about to take each other away, they ran into Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, and his companions, who also had an appointment with Cassandra Valbrass.
Fortunately, with the help of several dark wizards in Knockturn Alley, their identities were not exposed. However, they were unable to capture Cassandra Valbras because the old woman seemed to have known that someone was trying to harm her and was about to take the opportunity to slip away, but was knocked unconscious by a stunning spell.
At Peter's reminder, Selwyn did not kill Cassandra in the end, but temporarily erased her memory.
There may be times when the Dark Lord needs to use the other party's abilities, especially since the Order of the Phoenix is suspected to have a famous fortune teller, maybe they also need a fortune teller.
After getting rid of Scrimgeour, the two discussed and hurried to the French village of Nicola, trying to ambush Albert Anderson who was about to appear.
However, after several days passed, they didn't even see the figure of that person, which made them wonder if they were being fooled by the old woman again
In order to appease the dark wizards who helped with the surveillance, Selwyn had to spend some money out of his own pocket to give some benefits to those dark wizards who were willing to help.
There's no benefit. Who wants to waste time with you here
Even Voldemort's face is useless. If you can't afford to provoke him, can't you just avoid him
Of course, if they could earn Galleons every day, they would naturally be willing to stay here with them. The longer the time, the happier they would be.
In a house in Nicholas Village, Peter and Selwyn were discussing countermeasures.
Where do you think their houses are from
Of course he borrowed it from someone. Peter is very good at finding people to borrow houses from. Didn’t you see that even the owner of the house had no objection
This remote house became their nest for the time being.
“They don’t live here.”
Peter had walked around the village several times in the form of a mouse and was quite sure that the Mudblood did not live here.
"So, we were really fooled by that old woman?" Selwyn looked very angry, as if he was considering finding an opportunity to kill the old woman.
"Probably not. She is willing to show up on her own initiative, so she won't lie to us, otherwise we won't be able to find her at all." Peter shook his head and reminded, "Prophets are all very evil, let's wait a little longer!"
Selwyn's face twitched. There was nothing he could do. He was the one who sent out the Galleons, so naturally the guy in front of him could just stand there and say such sarcastic words.
He actually wanted to split the money with the guy in front of him, but Peter Pettigrew's pockets were cleaner than his face and there were no Galleons in them at all.
As for the wealth of Peter's family, there is no need to mention it.
In order to complete the task, Selwyn finally nodded and endured it, reluctantly agreeing to Peter's proposal. He also didn't want to leave an impression of incompetence and ineffectiveness in front of the Dark Lord.
Just as the two were discussing, there was a brief commotion outside, and then the door of the room was knocked open. A dark wizard ran in breathlessly and shouted at them: "Oh no, Dark Mark, someone has used the Dark Mark above the village."
At this moment, a huge skeleton made of green smoke was floating in the sky above Nicholas Village, and a huge python came out of the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.
The Dark Mark illuminated the entire village like a terrifying neon sign. The villagers were gradually attracted by the mark in the sky. The faces of those wizards who knew the meaning of the mark suddenly changed. The originally quiet village gradually became noisy.
"Who, which idiot used the Dark Mark here."
Selwyn yelled in frustration as he discovered that the Dark Mark was hovering over their house.
"Only Death Eaters know how to use this spell. None of us know how to use it." A dark wizard reminded in a low voice, "I suggest that we better leave quickly, otherwise we will definitely get into big trouble."
Voldemort was not as notorious abroad as he was in England, but they had still heard of the Dark Lord.
Any wizard who can be called the Dark Lord is a dangerous being, and Gellert Grindelwald is the best example.
"Did you do this?"
Selwyn looked at Peter angrily; they were the only two here who knew how to use the Dark Mark.
If it wasn't him, it would be Peter.
"How is it possible? Are you crazy? I have been here the whole time." Peter's nose was almost crooked by anger. He seemed to have thought of something and his face suddenly turned pale. He muttered, "I know, I know. It must be that Mudblood. That guy is very powerful. He must know that we are here. He wants to kill us. He wants to kill us, so the Dark Mark is above our house."
"Be alert all around and prepare to retreat."
Selwyn's face looked very ugly. Although he wanted to kill that guy, his mind was not yet clouded by anger.
Whoever did it, they had to leave Nicola Village before the French Aurors could react.
They can't be exposed yet.
Before leaving cautiously, Peter Pettigrew did not forget to remove the Dark Mark in the sky.
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"How do you know how to cast this spell?"
In Nicolas Flamel's house, Isobel looked out the window at the Dark Mark in the sky and couldn't help asking.
"It's not a very difficult spell. It's just considered dark magic because it's the mark of the You-Know-Who."
Albert gave the Flamels an apologetic look, "Their people were monitoring this place, and I had to find a way to drive them away."
"No need to apologize kid, this isn't your fault," Nico said soothingly, "But it looks like you're in trouble."
"Remember the mysterious man? He's the guy who was obsessed with the Philosopher's Stone. He was resurrected a while ago." Albert explained helplessly.
"That's terrible news. I remember Albus has been working on this." Perenelle brought them snacks. "It's not easy, is it?"
"Yeah, it's not easy, but someone has to step up," Albert sighed.
"I thought you were going to leave them here." Isobel said softly as she looked at the disappearing Dark Mark.
"Forget it. It's better to keep these newbies. If we lose this wave, there will be a stronger group coming next time, which will also be a trouble." Albert certainly thought about keeping that group of people, but after hesitating again and again, he gave up and decided to plant a hidden man among these people.
With his powerful magical powers, Albert's Imperius Curse was not something that anyone could easily break free of. That guy didn't even know who was controlling him.
As for the Dark Mark, it was naturally a spell that was fired into the sky after some unlucky person was controlled by him using the Imperius Curse.
Even if someone finds out in the end, it doesn't matter because they have no evidence anyway.
"Are you still planning on participating in the Duel Tournament?" Nico asked gently.
"It's a bit risky," Perenelle said.
"I'm ready. If there is no other way, I will just give up." Albert said without hesitation.
"That's good, don't force it."
"By the way, I heard that you won the Triwizard Tournament. Do you mind sharing it with us? Dumbledore said it was a wonderful game." Nicolas Flamel asked Albert's opinion with a smile. He wanted to see Albert's ability and have some fun at the same time. Although he was old, he also liked some lively things.
"Oh, of course no problem." Albert did not refuse. He was going to ask Mr. Nico if there was any way to store these memories and turn them into a book.
The Pensieve flew to the table following the wand's guidance.
Albert extracted his memories and put them into the Pensieve. Under Nico's guidance, several people entered his memories and returned to the scene of the confrontation with the fire dragon. They were near Albert and faced the fire dragon at close range.
"This combat suit is very cool. It must be made of dragon skin!" Nicolas Flamel commented as he looked at Albert's clothes.
"Yes, it was an advertisement for the Fengya brand wizard clothing store. They gave me a dragon costume." Albert explained, "Of course, it's not as gorgeous as this one."
"Those guys have good taste," Perenelle said with a smile, "What a handsome young man. I look forward to your wedding day."
"It's not far away. Professor Dumbledore has agreed to attend the wedding." Albert told the two elderly people the good news. "The venue is in France."
"In France?"
"Yes, they have a manor over there and Headmaster Dumbledore is here. I don't think anyone would be so tactless as to disturb us." Albert said softly.