In the headmaster's room, Dumbledore squinted at the boy sitting in front of him, I have to say that this boy is really good, magical, intelligent, and also influential among the students, but fortunately he is on his side.

"So, Mr. Gurris, where is Pettigrew? Miss Granger said you got him. ”

Mo Wen took out a small cage and handed it to Dumbledore, where a small mouse was sleeping.

"Is this Pettigrew?" Examining the rats in the cage, Dumbledore muttered to himself, his eyes twinkling.

"Are you going to hand him over to Fudge?" Mo Wen saw Dumbledore's strange appearance, and it seemed that he didn't want to clear Blake's name.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Actually, I just spoke to Blake, and we made another decision, to let Peter go. ”

Seeing Mo Wen's slightly surprised look, Dumbledore slowly spoke, "Mr. Gurris, can I- trust you?" ”

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Ever since the death of the Riddle family of three overnight, the splendid manor has been gone, damp and gloomy, with broken walls and cobwebs in every house, like a haunted house, and almost everyone does not want to approach it, except for the old gardener Frank.

Frank was almost seventy-seven, so deaf that he could not hear anything, and his leg was even more immobile, but on a fine day he could still be seen wandering around the garden, though the weeds were beginning to drown him. Frank doesn't just fight with weeds, the village boys often throw stones at the windows of the haunted house. Frank Lawn made great efforts to make the lawn neat, while the children rode on it, and once or twice they broke into the "house" to provoke. They knew that Frank was loyal to the haunted mansion and the land. The children watched Frank limp through the garden and they found it amused. Frank sometimes wields a cane and croaks at them, and there is no more troublesome creature for Frank than these children.

One night in August, Frank woke up to the surprise of a fire in the supposedly empty house, perhaps the children had come to make trouble again.

As soon as he climbed upstairs, Frank turned to the right and immediately saw where the intruder was. At the end of the hallway, the door was half-opened, and the shaking light peeked through the cracks, casting long golden shadows on the dark floor. Frank slowly approached the door, his cane clenched tightly. Only a few feet from the doorway, a cramped part of the room could be seen.

He could see clearly, the fire was burning in the stove. This surprised him. He stopped walking forward and listened intently, and there was a man in the room who was talking, and his voice sounded nervous and timid: "Master, if you are still hungry, there is still a little in the bottle." ”

"After a while." The second person's vocal education is also a male voice, an incredible high note, as cold as a biting cold wind suddenly bursting. There was something about the sound that made a few loose hairs stand on the back of Frank's head.

"We should entertain the guests first, Wormtail!"

"Really? Should I feel honored to be called a guest by the great Dark Lord? At this time, a third voice came, this voice was still a little immature, obviously the speaker was not very old, and it seemed to be of noble status, and the young man was full of aristocratic tone, but it was not annoying.

"Hehe," burst into a shrill laugh, and old Frank assured it was definitely the worst sound he had ever heard.

"You brought my servant to me, and you have provided me with a lot of materials for this body, the Dark Lord will not treat anyone who contributes to him badly, well, young man, what do you want?"

The third voice seemed to be silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Interests, the interests of our pure-blood family, the wizarding world is now almost occupied by those who have lowly blood flowing in it, I don't know who else but you can come forward to return the world that should belong to us to us." ”

"Yes," the chilling voice began, "I heard you're so close to that old stubborn Dumbledore, why did you fall into my arms again?" ”

It didn't seem to hear the chill in the former's words, and the voice said unhurriedly: "To correct me, I and the pure-blood families I represent haven't taken refuge in you yet, maybe before you come back and rule the wizarding world again, I prefer the title of ally, this should be an investment for us, after all, Dumbledore is old." ”

There was a long silence, and then there was a burst of maniacal laughter, "Well said! Dumbledore, that old guy is old, the wizarding world is destined to belong to me, as long as I am resurrected with Harry's blood, there will be nothing to stop me, I don't think you will refuse again. ”

The temperature in the air seemed to drop quite a bit all at once, and Frank couldn't help but shiver.

"That's nature, great Dark Lord." Another voice whispered.

"O master! If it weren't for Harry Potter, we would have succeeded. Then the first voice trembled.

There was another silence, longer than before, and then a second voice whispered, "No Harry Potter, let me think about ......"

The voice of the worm tail became more and more shrill: "Master! I don't say this out of concern for Harry Potter, this boy is worthless to me, nothing at all. It's just that with another witch, or a wizard, or even any wizard, it can be done much faster! If you allow me to leave you for a while, you know that I will be able to disguise myself most effectively and bring a suitable person in just two days. ”

"Hehe," said the young voice with a chuckle, "Wormtail, I'm starting to regret saving you, I thought it was a good gift, but now it seems that you are really stupid enough to question the Dark Lord's decision." ”

"Yes, I also want a loyal and intelligent servant, but unfortunately Wormtail can't do any of that."

"Master, I found you, I found you." Wormtail seemed a little upset.

"That's all you can do, if I hadn't been following you, you would have been captured by Perkins." The young voice sneered, "Of course, you're lucky, I didn't expect that woman to be quite useful, and of course I mean when she was still alive." ”

The cold voice was also a pleasure, "yes, I didn't expect that I still have a loyal servant who hasn't been imprisoned in Azkaban, and it's up to you then, m-"

"By the way, Your Highness the Demon King, it's not too early, I should go back too, you know that the Quidditch final is coming up recently, and there is a beaver lady at home who needs to be fed." As if he didn't want his name to be heard, the young voice suddenly interjected.

"Sports and women, what a memory worth remembering." The cold voice seemed to have some emotion, but unfortunately the hoarse voice ruined the atmosphere, "Okay, go ahead, Hogloz's actions still need your cooperation, remember." ”

"Understood." There was a crackling sound, and old Frank inexplicably figured that the owner of the voice seemed to be gone, but how could this be, and it was not magic.

Then there was a noise from the room that Frank had never heard before, someone hissing and snoring constantly, and Frank thought he must have had some kind of phlegm attack.

Then, Frank heard movement in the dark corridor, and right behind him, he looked behind him, paralyzed in horror.

Something was crawling towards him on the pitch-black floor, and as he approached the long shadow of the light, Frank was horrified to find that it was a huge snake, at least twelve feet long. It was so frightened, so terrible, that Frank stared at it motionlessly, and the snake's body undulated like a wave, twisting a wide, crooked gray groove on the thick dust.

Just as Frank was contemplating whether to pull his legs and run, the serpent had already slipped past him and entered the room, and then the cold voice suddenly said, "Nagini has brought interesting news, Wormtail!" ”

"Really—really, master!" Wormtail said.

"Really!" The voice said, "According to Nagini, there is an old fellow in the house who hears every word we say. ”

Frank had no chance to hide. There was a sound of footsteps, and the door opened wide.

A short man with bald gray hair and a pointed nose stood in front of the ground, his eyes small and moist, and his face full of horror. Afraid.

"Invite him into the house, Nagini, where is your courtesy!"

Wormtail motions for Frank to enter the house. Trembling though, Frank tightened his cane tightly, breaking through the threshold.

Then Frank, he saw something inside the chair, and his cane fell to the floor with a "clang". He opened his mouth and screamed, his scream was so loud that he couldn't hear what the thing in the room was saying when he raised his wand, and with a flash of green light, coupled with a whistling sound, Frank Bryce fell, dead before he could fall to the ground.

Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter who had been mentioned awoke violently.