Under the night, Little Hangleton looks serene and quiet. A lone moon in the sky is exuding soft light, and the faint silver glow fills the whole village. The life of the villagers here is very ordinary, but two or three years ago, They had one more thing to talk about after dinner, which was that the Riddle Mansion was completely deserted. Ever since Frank, the old gardener of the family, disappeared completely one night and never came back, the Riddle Mansion has been completely reduced to the eyes of everyone since then. As long as it is a family with children, parents will repeatedly warn their children not to take risks there. That old house has been cursed and will bring them bad luck. w?ww?.
So far, no one has dared to set foot in that old house even though it has been a long time since Frank disappeared.
The rich man who owns this house for "tax" reasons doesn't care that the gardener he hired is missing, maybe he doesn't know about these little things at all, it's just one of the many properties under his name. A residence worth mentioning.
The police in the township also pretended that nothing had happened, except that a widowed old man with no relatives disappeared, so he couldn't blame himself for causing trouble.
However, tonight, the desolate Riddle Mansion welcomed a new guest, or it could be said to be the long-lost real owner.
A gust of cold night wind howled and rolled across the ground, blowing the weeds on the side of the road that were as tall as people, making a rustling sound.
A small man in a black cloak, timidly, groped along a winding path, and arrived at the gate of the Riddle Mansion. While walking, he kept looking around. , for fear of being discovered by others, and at the same time the strong wind blew his cloak to make a "shuashuashua" sound.
"Wormtail, have you fallen to the point where you are afraid of Muggles now?" A cold, snake-like hissing voice came from the man's arms, and said in a mocking tone.
"Master, I'm just worried..." The man's voice seemed fearful and tense, and his body was constantly shivering. People who don't know may think that he was shivering due to the cold.
But Peter Pettigrew knew that this was brought about by all the fears. He was afraid of the man who was held in his arms and wrapped in a bundle.
Voldemort, his former master, was found by him.
"Where's Nagini?" Voldemort asked, interrupting Peter Pettigrew.
"Master, it should have been hidden somewhere in the house." Peter Pettigrew said respectfully, then took out his wand from behind, and said to the gate of the Riddle Mansion: "Ahola is open."
The ancient iron door opened accordingly, making a "creaking" sound. It has been too long since no one took care of it, and the iron rods are covered with traces of rust.
The originally flat grass has been left untended for a long time and has become overgrown with weeds.
Pettigrew walked in.
"What were you worried about just now?" Voldemort's tone became colder and colder. "Are you worried about the old man? Or are you worried about me being found? Wormtail?" Voldemort's tone was extremely gloomy at this time.
Peter Pettigrew shook his head in a panic, "No, master, you will recover your strength soon." He said in panic, even though Voldemort is just lingering and extremely weak, Pettigrew Peter She didn't dare to show any disrespect in the face of him, instead she became more respectful, for fear that she might offend him at some point.
Then my only hope is gone.
The fate of Pettigrew Peter is now fully pinned on the man in his arms. If he can recover his strength, then of course he will be rewarded as the servant who sent charcoal in the snow. Once he fails, he will only have a long wait. Until one day he was captured and brought to justice by Auror, and finally he will be greeted by the endless and lonely Azkaban bars.
"You're lying." For some reason, Voldemort's voice softened a little at this time, and became smoother, with a chilling smile.
Their journey was very embarrassing.
For some reason, shortly after Peter Pettigrew found Voldemort through communicating with his "kinds", Dumbledore actually found their whereabouts and made them rush for their lives.
Voldemort in this state now has no chance of winning against Dumbledore.
In the forest of Albania, the two of them ran like a snake in a hurry. With the help of their familiarity with the terrain, they were able to escape. No matter how powerful Dumbledore was, it was very difficult to find them accurately in the boundless ancient forest. The spell cast by Peter Pettigrew can only barely work.
Voldemort looked very angry, he had never been so embarrassed in his life!
Even more than ten years ago, when he killed the Potters and was nearly killed by the rebound of the death curse, it was only his own failure. Not long ago, Dumbledore's pursuit was the first time he was killed by someone. Chased and fled like a lost dog.
The ultimate anger brought the ultimate calmness. Now he can only choose to endure, wait for his strength to recover, and then take revenge.
"Master, I didn't..." Peter Pettigrew felt his hair stand on end, and hurriedly denied it.
"I don't mind, Wormtail, I can guess your thoughts." Voldemort's tone suddenly became generous, "I don't think you will come to me because of your loyalty to me, yes Bar?"
Peter Pettigrew's hands were shaking like chaff, but he didn't dare to relax at all, because if he let go, his master would fall to the ground, and cold sweat covered his forehead.
"Look into my eyes," said Voldemort suddenly, and the scarlet, narrowed eyes snapped open, ordering Peter Pettigrew with unquestionable authority.
Peter Pettigrew's eyes subconsciously looked at Voldemort, and then he found that his brain began to become dizzy. Those eyes seemed to have magical powers, making him immersed in them unconsciously, as if absorbing everything. The black hole devoured his sobriety.
"Oh, it seems that you are very reluctant to come to me?" It took some time before Peter Pettigrew came to his senses, and hearing such a sentence made him feel like a ghost.
"My loyal servant, I have given you such a good opportunity to assist you. You seem to have coveted some wealth that you should not enjoy? Wormtail?" Voldemort's cruel voice sounded again, and every time he said a phrase, Pettigrew Peter His body trembled again.
"Master, that's, that's because..." Pettigrew Peter still wanted to explain, but found that no matter what he said, it would only be pale sophistry.
His master has already read the memories in his mind, and there is nothing left.
"The servants who are not so loyal can find me easily, but the servants who are determined can't do anything. Oh, it's really ironic." Voldemort's voice became sharp again.
Peter Pettigrew felt that his sweat had not only soaked his back, but had even spread to his cloak.
"But the Dark Lord is always generous to his servants. No matter what the reason is, the disloyal servants still try their best to return to my side." If the child of the Malfoy family didn't persecute you, would you like to Postpone this plan to pursue me for another month? three months? Even a year, ten years? "Voldemort said sinisterly, which made Peter Pettigrew's heart hang even more.
"Oh, I saw that there are still quite a few witches who are giving you ominous glances, right, Wormtail? You are still envious of those few friends you betrayed. As a follower, how much do you want to be like the one you followed? People are the same, so you chose to betray them and then take refuge in me."
In the dark night, the moonlight turned his back on Peter Pettigrew, but even so, he could still guess that the blood on his face had completely faded.
"Voldemort appreciates people who can judge the situation." At this time, Voldemort's voice suddenly became cheerful.
"There's nothing shameful in admitting your failure. Yes, Dumbledore somehow found us and chased us into a mess, but what's the use of that? He's old, and half of his foot is gone. Stepped into the coffin, and I, even though I look like this now, I am still alive after all..." At this time, he had recovered his complete calmness.
"Master, you will definitely regain your strength." Peter Pettigrew said expectantly, with just the right amount of admiration and fanaticism in his eyes.
"The news you brought should be true. I didn't expect that even such a short-lived wealth would allow you to get so much useful news." Voldemort said lightly at this time, "And I have confirmed it just now, you No lie, the news is true, no one can escape Voldemort's Legilimency, right?"
Peter Pettigrew could only suppress his unhappiness, and nodded his head in response.
No one wants to have their memories checked, not even those who are close to them, because everyone has some secrets that must never be shared with others.
"You seem a little dissatisfied? Wormtail? Dissatisfied because I searched your memory?" Voldemort seemed to sense his mood, and then said coldly.
"No...Master..." Peter Pettigrew was about to explain, but was interrupted by a low voice from Voldemort.
"Nagini!" Voldemort said in his tone at this time, with unconcealable panic.
Then a giant snake at least twelve feet long crawled quickly, its broad body undulating like a wave, and the rapid swimming made a rustling sound when it collided with the surrounding weeds, and finally lay across Pettigrew Peter's body Next to it, it used its thick body to take Voldemort from Pete Peter's hand, and tied a knot at its own tail, and the package wrapped around Voldemort was hidden in it, looking very secure.
"Here he is again, remember your mission, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was extremely cold.
"Nagini, let's go." Voldemort said, and then the big snake led him to flee crazily, got out of the gate of the Riddle Mansion, and ran towards the nearby forest, and Peter Pettigrew immediately used His own magic wand quickly transformed into a mouse shape, found another direction covered with weeds, and burrowed through it. There were countless caves and burrows in the forest, which were enough for him to hide.
Just after the two left, not long after, a tall and thin old man suddenly appeared in the void above the Riddle Mansion. He was wearing a silver wizard robe embroidered with patterns, and the pale silver moonlight shone on him. On his face, his beard and hair seemed to be all white, and his long white beard almost fell to his feet. At this moment, his whole body seemed to merge with the moonlight, appearing aloof.
This old man is no one else. It was the man Voldemort feared most, Albus Dumbledore.
The wise old man glanced at the entire mansion, found nothing, shook his head like a sigh, and then his body gradually disappeared in the air, as if he had never been here before.
Voldemort, lingering on his last breath, cherishes his life more than usual, and has a sharper perception of danger.
The arrogance he once had was the capital brought to him by his strength.
Arrogance without cards is stupid.
Under the night, Pettigrew Peter was sneaking in the desolate and dilapidated night. The dirty mouse body was extraordinarily dexterous, nimbly shuttled back and forth from the scattered stones and bushes, and he found a few more of them. The so-called "similar", after a brief inquiry, Peter Pettigrew once again found his own cave where he can live temporarily.
The cave was wet, and all kinds of unknown insects crawled around. Peter Pettigrew thought he was used to this kind of treatment and could bear it, but the huge gap in his heart still made him start to breed different emotions .
It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
After he enjoys the glory after the attention of thousands of people, it will always be a bit unwilling to let him bow down to flatter and curry favor.
Peter Pettigrew regretted it very much now. He had the opportunity to enjoy the glory all the time, but he didn't cherish that opportunity.
Even though Malfoy has warned him many times, he has been stalling for time, and finally tasted his retribution, and even let Voldemort access his memory, knowing his disloyal past, which made him even more frightened.
How much he missed the treatment he received not so long ago.
In addition to regret, another emotion breeds in his heart, that is hatred.
Without Malfoy's persecution, he would still be able to enjoy his heroic treatment with peace of mind. Why did he insist on finding that master who had already been defeated twelve years ago
That master is cruel and ruthless, if it wasn't for his own life, who would be willing to betray his friend
Peter Pettigrew is such a person, he will not take the initiative to do evil, because he does not have the guts, and all the evil he does is persecuted.
In this way, his conscience will be fine, and he can accept all this with peace of mind.
If Peter Pettigrew really returned to the wizarding world as smoothly as before, he has not been exposed. Presumably, he would never take the initiative to find his master, he wanted to live a stable life, and even said that out of guilt in his heart, he might treat Harry twice as well.
But now everything is different, that boy was so unsympathetic and tore up the ordinary life he was supposed to go on.
Pettigrew even thought he was a complete lunatic.
Isn't it good to live a stable life with peace of mind
Peter Pettigrew asked himself, if he had Malfoy's conditions now, he would never support Voldemort anymore.
His philosophy of life couldn't be more obvious than relying on the strong, and at this time, Voldemort can't even protect himself, so what kind of strong is he
And Voldemort's domineering to him made his heart twisted even more, but he didn't dare to show it on the surface, and suppressed himself desperately. He thought that he had been a pet for twelve years, and he could already play a very good role. He took on the role of a servant, but he didn't expect that it was the brief good time that made it difficult for him to tolerate this role any longer.
Just like modern people who are accustomed to eating cooked food, they will not be happy with a piece of raw raw beef.
Working under Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew is always on tenterhooks, he doesn't know when he will anger his moody master.
Then feed him to the snake.
But now he had to do this again, because this was his only hope. Maybe he succeeded in resurrecting his master. Once Voldemort was happy, he would forgive him tolerantly, and even give him a reward.
Peter Pettigrew not only hates these two people, he also hates himself, why can't he control his own destiny.
"If I had been braver back then, maybe the result would have been different?"
Staring blankly at the intermittent drops of water dripping from the sand on his head, Pettigrew Peter's dingy eyes lost focus, and he was a little lost in thought. Announcement: Biquge app Android, Apple special version, bid farewell to all advertisements, please follow the WeChat official account to download and install: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)