In the past thirteen years, Voldemort has only been out a few times, but the closest thing to success is Quirrell's.

There were a lot of things I did that time. Raid Gringotts, slaughter centaurs, and take Quirrell to Hogwarts as a professor...... Brave the penalty area and outwit Dumbledore. (self-opinionated)

But after such a fight, Quirrell's body was finally broken by him.

Of course, Quirrell could have lived for a while, but he was too stupid to even see the answer to such a simple puzzle.

Idiot!

You deserve to be poisoned!

While taking possession of Quirrell's body, Voldemort also knew a little about the current state of the Death Eaters.

Except for a few who were imprisoned in Azkaban, most of them were at large. But no one dared to come to him.

This is also the reason why Voldemort would rather use Quirrell, and would rather be beaten by the students every day than call the old department.

His strength has been greatly attenuated, and he can't tell who is sincere and who has surrendered!

Being attacked by a student, although it hurts a little, well....... it hurts, but it's safe after all.

Bear with it, and it's over.

He has endured it for more than ten years, and what else can't he bear.

Voldemort is now habitually suspicious of the loyalty of most Death Eaters.

Of course, he was afraid that Wormtail would become Dumbledore's spy and deliberately fish him out.

Dumbledore was the man who liked fishing the most.

Voldemort thought he knew the Headmaster perfectly, and the despicable Dumbledore was in front of him as if he were undressed...... Complete Insight!

"It's not!" Peter trembled and fell to his knees.

"Master, I killed the Potters, Black escaped from prison again, and I've been found...... They won't let me go.

If I hadn't run fast, I'd have been killed by Stark. ”

Peter raised his severed left hand, stood up again, and quickly took off his pants, intending for Voldemort to examine his injuries up close.

By the way, treat him and relieve the pain.

"Alright......" Voldemort interrupted impatiently. Stark...... You're certainly no match for him. ”

"Do you know Stark, too?" Peter asked with a shudder.

"Know, in the past few years, I have been missing this kid more and more." Voldemort gritted his teeth.

During the Gringotts incident and the massacre of the centaurs, Stark showed up and stopped him.

In the end, he killed his big baby basilisk and saved Potter in the forbidden area.

Voldemort's hatred for him is second only to Harry Potter and Dumbledore!

"No wonder you want to come to me, it turns out that there is no way to be chased."

"It's not...... Master, I am truly your most faithful servant! Peter tried to argue. No one in this world is more faithful than me. ”

Voldemort laughed sarcastically. But he didn't pursue it.

Now is his darkest time.

After waiting for many years, he has long ceased to have any illusions that a Death Eater would care about his condition.

No matter how unbearable the worm tail is, it is the only servant who sends it to the door.

That alone is worth the reward!

And because of the Potters, he really couldn't have been a spy for Dumbledore...... It's still my own people.

Absolute!

Voldemort's voice suddenly became stern.

"How do you know I'm hiding in this place?"

"There has always been a legend that you wandered in Albania." Peter explains, "I came all the way to it. ”

"The rats in the forest told me that there was a place deep in the jungle where they were afraid to approach.

Many small animals like them were possessed by a dark shadow and then died......"

"Yes, it's me......" Voldemort chuckled sharply. It seems that your little friend is still of some use. ”

Suddenly there was a tremor in the grass, and there was the sound of animals gliding past.

Peter shuddered, and felt something slip down his thighs and onto himself. But he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to lift his pants.

"Alright, turn your head, Wormtail, my faithful servant." Voldemort's voice echoed in his ears.

Peter turned his head away and collapsed to the ground in fright.

A long green serpent hovered over his shoulder.

On the head of the long serpent, a twisted face was attached:

The face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

Voldemort's state gives Peter a sense of evil, like a mixture of soul and darkness.

This boundless darkness frightened Peter. It wasn't just fear that had taken hold of him, it was something more terrible than fear.

Peter shuddered.

"Don't be afraid, I've lost my strength and can only cling to this low-level creature." Voldemort whispered.

"But they can't withstand my strength, and they won't be long dead...... You've come just in time, you're a wizard, you won't die. ”

Peter remembered Quirrell, and Harry had told Ron more than once that Voldemort had possessed the back of his head.

And then...... Quirrell is dead.

At the thought of this, Peter shuddered in his heart, and his gaze became frightened.

"Why, you don't want to?" Voldemort whispered, "You just said that it was my loyal servant.

Just help me and the Dark Lord will reward you! ”

"No...... Master. Peter sobbed, tears mixed with rain. Most wizards thought I died thirteen years ago.

Fudge still thinks so.

If I suddenly appear in plain sight, others will notice, and it may attract Dumbledore. ”

"There's some truth to that." Voldemort scoffed. He hadn't intended to use Peter.

Such a decent servant could not die so quickly.

He suddenly snapped, "What's in your pocket?" ”

"Yes...... It was I who caught the wizard on the road. Peter pulled out the groundhog and turned her back into Bertha.

"I remembered who it was, it was Bertha Jorkins, who was two years older than me when she was in school."

At this time, Peter's memory suddenly improved.

He shouted, "After Bertha graduates, it seems that she went to the Ministry of Magic, you can use her." ”

Voldemort snorted and said softly, "You're still a little useful, it's not so useless."

Perhaps, I can torture a lot of interesting information. ”

"But...... Voldemort's voice dragged out, "and a missing Ministry official can be troublesome...... And again Albania.

You take her, who else knows?! ”

"Nobody knows, but ......" Peter bowed his head:

"I took her from the Prancing Horse Hotel. The guests and the owners there, might guess it. ”

"Go! Kill all the wizards of the inn. Voldemort said coldly.

"But with my strength......"

"Of course you can't." Voldemort scoffed, "From here all the way west, there's a colony of Voldemort bats.

You lead those animals to the inn and create the illusion of accidental death. Voldemort bats attack Muggles and wizards from time to time.

No one will suspect us. ”

"I ...... Got it. Peter lowered his head.

Voldemort no longer paid attention to Wormtail, but thought about the inn.

Speaking of which, he and the boss are still old acquaintances.

Fifty years ago, he came here in search of the Ravenclaw crown and met the man.

He has given a lot of help over the years, especially deliberately spreading the news that Voldemort is still alive and in the Albanian forest.

The boss himself may have just been a momentary hiatus, but because of this, Quirrell and Peter were able to attract them.

Sure enough, there is a providence in the dark!

And now that Peter is here, there is no need for this inn anymore.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the boss, what are you calling bad, but you are called ...... Tom.

You deserve to be called Tom too?!

Voldemort looked up at the sky, and large dark clouds were gathering like patches of smoke.

Jupiter sleeps in the depths.

He looked at the star with deep eyes.

The star is very close to the horizon at this time, passing through a thick layer of fog that gives it a terrible red color.

For some reason, Voldemort remembered what his divination teacher, Professor Cassandra Wablaski, had told him when he was a student at Hogwarts:

Jupiter represents resurgence.

Obviously, even the stars are a sign that he is coming back!

But what Voldemort didn't know was that he wasn't the only one staring at the star.

Thousands of miles away, a teenager looked up in confusion at the reddening Jupiter.

Stunned.

A wizard with a hood...... Slowly emerging in the distance.

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(At the end of the month, we will ask for recommended tickets and commuter passes.) Thank you, big guys. ）