As soon as he landed, little Barty let out a ghostly wolf howl, broke free of Hoffa, and pounced on the dilapidated building that towered in the night, "Master... Your most faithful servant is back!!"

The hoarse voice of a broken gong could be heard far away in the night.

Nicolamay frowned and looked at the crazy little Barty, looking around, "Is this where Voldemort is now, it looks like... Abandoned for many years. ”

"Otherwise, you think he's staying in a five-star hotel," Hoffa shrugged, "and it's good to be in a place like this after so many years of being down." ”

"I can't imagine that the Dark Lord, who was so beautiful more than ten years ago, would fall to this point. Nicolamay sighed, "I don't think you know how arrogant he used to be. ”

"To what extent?"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

"There is no one in the world who cannot be killed, and in this regard, he really resembles his ancestors. ”

"Slytherin?"

"Including the three Peverell brothers, except for the youngest Peverell, the other two are murderous guys. ”

"You know a lot?"

"Although I have never met them, I believe that everyone's alchemical products bear the indelible imprint of their master. And Cadmus Peverell is a legendary master of playing with life and death. ”

After a pause, he smiled and said: "It's just that this kind of person is often taken care of by the god of death, and I heard that after his death, his soul is hung on the thorny path of Helheim, and he will never be liberated." ”

"The Way of the Thorns of Helheim?"

Hoffa asked curiously, "What's that?"

"I've only heard of it before. ”

Nicolame shrugged, "That's a very old legend, no one knows what that means. ”

At this time, the appearance of a short figure interrupted the conversation between the two, his head bulged out, and a cramped smile flashed on his face, and he nodded to Hoffa and said, "Ba..... Mr. Bach, host, host invites you in. ”

"It's you, Wormtail!"

Excited little Barty grabbed Peter Pettigrew's arm, touched his bald head, and said urgently, "Quick, take me in." Take me to the master, I haven't seen the master in thirteen years!"

Peter Pettigrew uneasily pushed Barty's hand away, "Come with me." ”

With that, he led the three of them to the heights of Riddle House.

As he walked, Barty Jr. asked, "What about the others? What about Lucius, what about Bella, what about Severus, are they all back?"

"No ....."

Peter Pettigrew muttered, "I'm the first, uh... If you don't count this Mr. Bach, you're the second..."

"What!?"

Little Barty immediately shouted unjustly.

"Do those people have a vicious and cold father, why don't you come back, and why did you let your master live in such a filthy place!?"

When confronted with his questioning, Peter Pettigrew remained silent and did not answer.

At this time, a leisurely question came from the depths of the castle.

"Is Barty back?"

It was Voldemort's voice, Barty Crouch Jr. was excited, his face showed great happiness, and his feet were running tigers: "Sure enough, sure enough, the owner loves me the most, and sure enough, the owner still remembers my ......."

Bang!!

Returning to the fireplace hall where the flames were burning, Barty Jr. stood panting at the door of the hall, with tears in his eyes: "Master... My dear master, my dear master, your most faithful servant is back. ”

The fleshy tone made Hofa who was standing beside him inevitably get goosebumps.

"Come here, let me see you. Voldemort leaned back in his chair and said hoarsely.

"Yes, master. ”

Little Barty, with tears in his eyes, knelt down like a pilgrim and crawled forward.

In front of the fireplace, the chair in which Voldemort was sitting turned around.

Barty Jr. climbed up to the chair and slowly looked up.

Hoffa, who was on the side, kept glancing at this guy, and then he saw a wonderful picture that he will never forget for a lifetime. Before that, he had never imagined that a person's expression could be so complex.

I saw little Barty looking at the chair, the crumpled little thing like a monkey's fetus.

The expression on his face gradually changed from frenzy and joy, to astonishment, and then to gradually cool, to become pale, and then gradually frightened, and then gradually dazed, and finally he lowered his head, and his body trembled: "Lord... Master!?"

"It's me. Voldemort laughed.

Little Barty lowered his head and stammered, "You... How did you become like this....?"

"I was cursed, by a vicious woman. ”

"So... Ha... That's damn it...", little Barty said, but there was not much sympathy, and his tone sounded only numb and confused.

Hoffa couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

At this time, the smile on Voldemort's face gradually changed, and he leaned back in the wide chair, his short fingers resting on the back of the chair, and his red eyes were a little gloomy.

"Why, I'm disappointed in you. ”

"I, I, I didn't ......" Barty Jr. immediately subconsciously said, "You, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, it's good if you don't,"

Voldemort squinted his eyes and said slowly, I haven't heard you call me master for many years, and I really miss it, now ask me to listen to it a few more times. ”

"Lord..... The owner ....." little Barty cried out as his cheek muscles twitched.

"Look at my face. Voldemort said calmly.

Little Barty looked up with difficulty, and Hoffa, who was standing nearby, could see that he was smiling, but the smile was extremely stiff and restrained.

"Lord..... Lord, master. ”

Well. Voldemort raised his thin fist and brushed the withered yellow hair of the young man in front of him, then looked at him weakly and playfully, a movement that made his stiff and stone-like smile even more distorted.

Voldemort: "No, call me my esteemed master." Just like when I first came in. ”

Barty Jr.: "Respect... Respectful, hosts......"

"Call again my dear master. Voldemort continued.

"Dear..... Honey, dear.... The hosts. ”

Little Barty squeezed out a smile, but his expression was stiff as if he was about to collapse, and Hoffa could see the fists on his knees clenched and the veins on the backs of his hands bulging.

After staring at each other for a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore, bit his lip, and lowered his head, his nails digging deep into the flesh.

"Alright, you go down. ”

Voldemort waved his short arm and said with a blank and cold face, "I still have some things to discuss with our guests. Wormtail, take him down. ”

"Yes, master. ”

Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding in the corner and watching coldly, stepped forward and grabbed Barty Jr.'s arm, Barty Jr. turned pale, stood up in despair, staggered and followed Peter Pettigrew out, and accidentally fell when he passed by the door.

"Mortals...... Humph......."

When there were only three people left in the room, Voldemort looked up, and there was a hint of gloom and loneliness in his eyes, but that emotion was quickly extinguished by the flames of desire.

He looked at Hoffa and Nicol Lemay: "Which of you two is in charge?"

Nicol Lemay glanced at Hoffa and was about to stand up, but Hoffa was one step ahead of him and said, "We are just partners, and there is no one in charge. ”

"Hmph, you're sleek, Bach. Voldemort smiled noncommittally and looked at Nicolamay: "Hey, old man, what do you want Peverell's alchemy, do you want to change the shell for yourself?"

"You are truly discerning, Lord Dark Lord. ”

Nicolamay lowered his posture, "I've had enough of this old and weak body, and I can't do many things now." ”

"Then why don't you use the Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort scoffed, "Four years ago, I asked you to borrow the Philosopher's Stone, and not only did you not borrow it, but you carefully hid it. ”

"The Philosopher's Stone can only barely survive, but it can't give me vigorous vitality. ”

Nicolame said eloquently: "I didn't know that you needed it at the time, and besides, Dumbledore said hello in advance, I can't refuse, a person of your status must be understandable." ”

Hoffa watched the old man lie without leaking, and thought to himself that he was right to be thicker and thicker his skin.

A punch on the cotton, Voldemort, who didn't take advantage of it, quickly lost interest in Nicolame, and he waved his hand, "Alright, let's get out." For Bach's sake, I'll let you participate in my resurrection ritual, and it's up to you how much you can write down, but don't expect me to take the initiative to teach you anything. ”

"Thank you, Dark Lord. ”

Nicol Lemay bent down again, and at this moment he looked more like a faithful servant than Barty Jr.

With a bow, he stepped back and closed the door like a proper butler, leaving Hoffa and Voldemort alone in the room.

Voldemort looked at Hoffa and said lightly, "Next, how are you going to send Harry Potter to me?"

"I don't have much of an idea, I guess I just got into Hogwarts. Elder Hofa said honestly: "He is under the protection of Dumbledore, and it is still difficult to send him in on a regular basis. ”

"I have a suggestion for that. ”

Hoffa guessed what he was going to say.

Sure enough, I heard Voldemort say: "I cursed the defense against the dark arts class at that school, no one has ever been able to sit in office for a full year, and I got some rumors that this year they are going to send that guy Alastor Moody to be a teacher." I don't know if you've heard of him, he's a retired Auror, two terms below us. ”

"Really?" Hofa raised an eyebrow.

"You have to find a way to pretend to be him and get in, what kind of triwizard tournament are they going to have this year, you give that Harry Potter kid a bit of a show, and then slam him hard. ”

Hoffa shook his head: "I can't pretend, if it's a transfiguration class, I don't mind, Defense Against the Dark Arts, I'm not good at it." ”

"Be less modest, Mr. Bach, with your shapeshifting abilities, the simple black magic in those textbooks is just a touch. ”

He looked at Hoffa with malice: "Hmph, besides, didn't you tell me fifty years ago that when Melles retires, you want to apply for a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts to be a professor, what's the matter, but now you are living more and more cowardly?"

"I ......"

Hoffa was silent, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Voldemort's thoughts. It's just that he really doesn't like this feeling that no matter what he does, he can't jump out of the shackles of fate, as if no matter what he does, it's like he is stepping in place, constantly turning in circles, always returning to the original point, and what should happen will definitely happen.

"You do this first, and when I reclaim Hogwarts, I'll give you a Ravenclaw headmaster, and a Transfiguration teacher. Of course, if you want to be a principal, you can. ”

Voldemort skillfully wrote a blank check, not caring at all about the subtle strangeness of Hoffa's expression: "How about it, my friend is interesting enough, not only can he resurrect your little girlfriend, but also help you reach the peak of life." ”

"Wait until you're done. ”

Hoffa said dryly, "What about little Barty, what are you going to do?"

"Let him follow you," Voldemort smiled with a nonchalant wave of his arm, "you need a biting dog, he'll be very handy, and if it were you, I think he'd be happy to help you bite." ”

"Surely either?" said Hoffa, frowning, "I can do just as well without him." ”

"Definitely. ”

Voldemort lowered his head and said slowly but viciously, "Either you kill him, or you take him with you, as long as you send Harry Potter over before I come back to life, you can do whatever you want." ”

Hoffa said no more.

After taking care of the business, Voldemort looked a little tired, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes: "Let's go, Bach, I think we don't need to meet again until you send Harry Potter here." ”

......

......

By the time Hoffa returned to the halls of Riddle House, Nicol Lemay had already waved his wand in the empty halls. Items were moved around the hall, and a workshop was soon set up, and it seemed that he was ready to study resurrection here.

"Where's little Barty?"

Hoffa asked Nicol Lemay.

Nicol Lemay pointed around the corner, "Look, that's not. ”

Following Nicolame's fingers, in a pile of broken wooden chests, Barty Crouch Jr. sat like a sculpture in the corner of the hall, hugging his knees, with a miserable expression of lovelessness.

Hoffa thought it was funny, so he came to him: "Hey, do you want to come with me." ”

He was completely unresponsive, as if he had gone deaf.

"Hey, are you leaving?" asked Hoffa in an accentuated tone.

"Uh...... Huh......?"

Little Barty's soul returned to his original body little by little, and he raised his eyelids, looking dazed and at a loss, and he didn't hear what Hoffa was saying.

That look made Hoffa both amused and a little sympathetic, and Peter Pettigrew came to Voldemort because he had been discovered by Harry Potter and Sirius, and there was no way out. But little Barty is not, his father is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, he is far from the point where he has no way out, even if he falls in Azkaban, his father has transferred him out, he needs not to survive materially at all, but spiritual sustenance.

And now this hope has completely collapsed the moment he saw the weak, weak and extremely ugly Voldemort.

Perhaps Barty Jr.'s thinking is still stuck in the era of Voldemort's infinite scenery more than ten years ago, living in his moment of great power, living in his own excessive fantasies.

This made him think of the tragedy of those male netizens who were deceived by women's excessive beauty photos in later generations, but after seeing the real person, they found that the other party was a Tiger tank.

It's just that Voldemort is not an ordinary woman who uses beauty photos, let alone a mediocre person who cares about appearance, he is a demon with a strong desire to dominate.

Perhaps Barty Jr. was still immersed in disappointment and couldn't extricate himself from it, not noticing. But Hoffa had just read the definite intent in Voldemort's eyes, and that alone he could pronounce Barty Jr.'s death sentence.

Perhaps the moment Voldemort is fully resurrected, death or endless torture awaits this poor creature.

However, all this had little to do with Hoffa, and his sympathy quickly evaporated into nothingness. There are thousands of creatures living in dreams, and Hoffa feels that he has no obligation to wake them up.

Whether this is Voldemort disgusting himself or to borrow a knife to kill people, since Voldemort has set himself a condition to bring little Barty, then for the sake of resurrection, he also has to bring this guy.

"Let's go. He said coldly.

"Where...?"

Little Barty was at a loss: "Mr. Bach, I... Can I go back?"

"Go back?" said Hoffa, grinning slightly, "No, you'll have to follow me." ”

"We... We..... What are you going to do?"

"Resurrect your master. ”

Hoffa said lightly and walked out.

Resurrect the master ....

Resurrect the master.

Resurrect the master?

Like a dying man grasping a life-saving straw, little Barty suddenly jumped three feet high, revealing a certain ecstatic look, he hurriedly followed behind Hoffa, breathing rapidly in anticipation: "What, that wasn't my master just now?"

Hoffa: "Don't you think?"

"Of course not, my master is wise and martial, and thousands of people surrender in every gesture, how can it be... How could it be—" He looked back at Riddle House, a disgusting disgust on his face, and gritted his teeth, "How can it be that kind of monster that is neither human nor ghostly. ”

As he spoke, he brainwashed himself as if he rubbed his hands together and showed a wistful look, "That's right...... That's right, my master must still be somewhere, not coming back, waiting for me to save him, it must be like this...... Is that so, Mr. Bach?"

"Yes. Hoffa said indifferently.

"Great, that's !!"

Little Barty was even more invigorated by Hoffa's affirmation, and he immediately broke away from his state of doubting his life: "Tell me quickly how I can resurrect my true master." ”

Hoffa sighed secretly, and then pretended to be serious: "If you could get your true master back, what would you do?"

"I can do anything. ”

Little Barty swore to his chest, "I'm amazing." ”