The rain fell all night and did not stop until the next morning.

But the sky is still cloudy, and I don't know when it will fall again.

After a good night's sleep, Peter Pettigrew felt like he was fully recovered. Although I still feel a little sore, it is no longer in the way.

After waiting in the hall for a while, Bertha Jorkins also went downstairs. She didn't seem to see Peter, and sat down at the table beside her, and asked for a breakfast, and ate it alone.

Peter was confused, he had no idea what was going on with this woman. As soon as she was about to get up, Bertha ran straight to her as if she had noticed something surprising.

"O Merlin! You are...... Peter! ”

"Oh my God! You're still alive! ”

Peter: "......"

"You've ...... all these years," Bertha didn't realize she had said the words the night before, and was still babbling. Peter showed no signs of impatience, and even had a smile on his face.

“…… He gave me a vacation, and damn it, I had no idea what I was going to do with such a long vacation! ”

"Would you like to go for a walk together? After all, we haven't seen each other in a long time. Peter's smile widened.

"Let's go? Where to go? ”

"Do you remember that legend when you were in school? Concerning...... Ravenclaw's tiara? ”

"Ravenclaw's crown? That's right! Bertha's voice suddenly became much quieter, "You know where it is?" ”

"I don't know, just a little clue." Peter Pettigrew shook his head, lowering his voice as well, "Remember the ghost of Ravenclaw?" She was the daughter of Lady Ravenclaw, and legend has it that she stole her mother's crown and was killed in the forests of Albania by Baro the Bloody......"

"Most likely, the crown is still there."

Bertha's eyes were burning, obviously a little moved, but still worried, and asked, "But, after all these years, are you sure it's still here?" ”

"No one can be sure of that." Peter Pettigrew shook his head, "Left and right are just legends, of course it's better to find them, and it's okay if you can't find them, it's all about playing." ”

"Okay, so when are we leaving?"

"Or now?"

"Alright, let's go!"

The two of them left the hotel and walked all the way south, chatting and walking. Along the way, Bertha's mouth never stopped, either asking Peter Pettigrew where he had been all these years, or complaining that the people in the Ministry of Magic were targeting her. Occasionally, the questions that have been asked are re-asked, in the same tone as if they were the first time.

Peter Pettigrew kept smiling, echoing Bertha's conversation. After a long time, the two finally arrived at the forest where the legendary Bloody Barrow killed Helena Ravenclaw.

As she entered the woods, Bertha continued to talk, but the smile on Peter Pettigrew grew more and more hideous. Suddenly, he drew his wand, and the spell hit Bertha.

"It's all petrified!"

Bertha's face was terrified, but she couldn't move. Peter Pettigrew has a hideous face and a little ferociousness.

Bertha...... Oh, naïve Bertha ......"

With a wave of his wand and Bertha floating in the air, Peter Pettigrew continues to walk deeper.

Pulling his left arm open, his wand was on it, and the Dark Mark appeared. Peter closed his eyes and felt it silently.

"The host...... Master...... Your most faithful servant is here......"

"The host...... Master...... Your most faithful servant begs you for a response......"

It was getting dark, and it was so dark that you could barely see anything in the forest. I don't know when, the rain fell again, and it fell on the trees to form a line.

Peter Pettigrew called tirelessly, going deeper and deeper into the forest. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, which looked particularly strange in this dark dense forest.

"Silk ~ Silk ~"

A twelve-foot serpent coiled around the book, its head perched in front of Peter Pettigrew, spitting out letters.

Peter's wand was pointed at the serpent, staring nervously at it. Bertha behind her was still motionless, and without Peter's magic, she fell directly to the ground.

"Look who's coming, Nagini ......" a low, hoarse voice rang out, and Peter Pettigrew fell to his knees.

"Oh, Wormtail...... My servant ......"

"Master......" Peter Pettigrew shuddered as Nagini wrapped around his body. The hyaccia was right next to his ear and would even land on it.

"Bring him here, Nagini...... My servant is coming, and he will see his master, what is it now......"

Nagini slowly let go of Peter Pettigrew and slowly slid deeper into the depths. Peter got up from the ground and followed with Bertha.

Turning left and right in the forest, Nagini ended up in a cave. The hole was so small that Peter had to crawl into it on his knees.

"Come forward, come forward, let me see you, Wormtail...... My servant ......"

"Give me a little light and let me see you ......"

Peter Pettigrew's staff glowed softly white, and by the light he finally saw his master as he was.

It couldn't be called a person anymore, just a wriggling black shadow, and a face could be faintly seen.

"Disappointed? Wormtail ......" Voldemort's voice was even more hoarse, extremely weak.

"No...... The master ......" Peter Pettigrew held his wand and knelt down again.

As if he hadn't seen it, Voldemort still said to himself, "Look at you, Wormtail, you're prostrate in front of me, and you must be thinking to myself why I should succumb to such a guy who doesn't even have a human form......"

"Nope! No! ...... hosts"

"You must have thought to yourself, the great Dark Lord has failed! He was beaten by a baby......"

"No... ...... hosts"

"Is the Failed Dark Lord still the Dark Lord? No, he's not...... So, you haven't been looking for me for more than a decade! ”

Nagini's head reached out again, and the letter landed on Peter Pettigrew's face.

"Still, I am glad that you are here, and there are servants who remember his master...... Although, he was not voluntary......"

"Nope! Master! I'm voluntary, Wormtail is voluntary......"

"Lie!" Voldemort's tone was filled with anger, "Lie! Someone asked you to come to me! You're lying! ”

"Oh...... Familiar magic, young and powerful, full of vitality......"

"My little Ike, is he okay?"

Peter Pettigrew heard a hint of concern in Voldemort's tone, which made him even more frightened.

"Ike ......"

"You're going to call him little master!"

"Little host...... He's good, the best at Hogwarts right now. ”

"Of course, of course, he is certainly the best......" Voldemort's voice was much quieter, "a great ...... young, strong, calm, and equally obsessed with magic"

"Look at this curse! How wonderful! ”

"Yes, the host ......"

"Take me back, Wormtail, I'm going to meet my little Ike......"

"But first, I need you to do something for me."

"But by your command, the master ......"

"I need a body, you have to make a body for me......"