"You brought me a present, Wormtail." Voldemort said.

"Yes, master, she's Bertha Jorkins and now in the Department of Magical Sports."

"Magical Sports Division? Crouch? It reminds me of a man...... "Voldemort's tone was wistful but fleeting" "Wormtail, go find what I need......"

"I can't wait......"

Peter Pettigrew fell to his knees respectfully and leaned over.

"I went to the master."

"Go, go, go......"

The curse had been broken the moment he saw Voldemort, it had been confirmed by Voldemort, otherwise Peter Pettigrew would not have known how many times he would have endured that inhuman pain.

After three days of using many disgraceful means to finally gather the materials that Voldemort needed, Peter Pettigrew finally returned to Comrade Voldemort's hiding place.

In addition to the precious magical materials, there is also a baby - a baby from a wizarding family who has just been born.

The child is alive and well, this is the most important Pettigrew, Peter does not dare to let him go out of the pool at all.

But that's where his life ended......

"Very good, very good." The joy in Voldemort's words can be clearly heard: "Start now, Wormtail, I can't wait"

Set up a pot and light the flame at the bottom of the pot until the water boiled slightly, Peter Pettigrew began to put magic materials into it in the same way. The unicorn's horns, dragon's blood, and double-headed snake teeth gradually melted into the pot, and began to emit a strange aroma.

It's wonderful.

The baby seemed to be aware of his impending fate, and began to cry. Peter Pettigrew didn't hesitate in the slightest, and plunged into the pot when the mist filled the pot.

With a wave of his wand, the pot suddenly glowed with multicolored light, gradually turning into a cloud and enveloping the air. There was a baby curled up in it as if asleep.

"Wormtail send me up," Voldemort ordered, Peter Pettigrew carefully holding Voldemort in his hand and sending him into the clouds.

Suddenly, like ink dripping into clear water, the cloud was instantly dyed black. Tumbling and tumbling and slowly retracting into the baby's body.

His face took on the appearance of Voldemort, and his body was wrapped in a black gauze robe, and there seemed to be smoke flowing on it.

Peter Pettigrew gently took Voldemort in his arms and knelt on the ground, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Congratulations to your host ......"

"No wormtail, it's not enough......" Voldemort's voice was still hoarse, but not as weak, "We have to do more ......"

"Now give me your wand, and I'm going to enjoy the gift you brought me......"

Taking the wand, which was almost half the length of Voldemort, he gently waved it to wake up Bertha, who had been lying on the ground.

didn't give her a chance to come to her senses, and a drill heart spell was released directly.

"Hey~heyhey~hey~hey......"

Bertha's painful appearance of not being able to cry out made Voldemort enjoy it very much, and this state of wanting to die but not being able to get it was what he missed the most.

Countless people once appeared in front of him, and it was a symbol of his strength

He wantonly vented his unhappiness over the years, and did not stop until Bertha foamed at the mouth and blood flowed from his eyes. But before Bertha could catch her breath, another spell fell.

Soaked with sweat and with an unnatural purple on her face, Bertha stood up straight and talked about her years little by little.

A lot of it is very mixed, there are some unsatisfactory hers, and there are some small beauty.

Voldemort listened silently, his little hand clutching his big wand and waving rhythmically in the air like a conductor.

“…… Mr. Barty Crouch had a bad time, and when he learned that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, he was devastated, which led him to lose to Minister Fudge......"

“…… He seems to have a lot of secrets, and sometimes he is heard arguing with people, but it is clear that he is the only one in the office......"

“…… Oh, the faithful house-elves of the Twilight Crouch family are very loyal and unconditionally obey the orders of the Crouch men......"

"Men?" Voldemort's wand in his hand was stunned, and Bertha continued, "Yes, men can't imagine that little Barty has been kept at home by Mr. Crouch all this time......"

"Oh oh oh look what I heard" Voldemort was overjoyed, "Little Barty, did you hear that, little Barty"

Bertha didn't hear Voldemort at all, and still said, "Little Barty broke Mr. Crouch's heart, and they were always arguing. Mr. Crouch has been very busy, and this year's Ministry of Magic has been unexpectedly busy......"

"The Quidditch World Cup requires a lot of manpower, and it seems like they're going to have to restart an old tournament that's been stopped for more than 100 years......"

“…… Durmstrang and Beauxbatons don't have a good deal to do with each other, especially when the playing field is ...... Hogwarts."

Voldemort stopped his wand abruptly, and Bertha was silent.

"Very good worm tail this gift is very good"

"Thank you for the compliment, host......"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it......" Voldemort lowered his hand and held his wand for a long time, which was still a great burden on him now. After a while, he seemed to figure it out, and then he shouted, "Nagini my baby, I need you."

Nagini slowly crawled over and looked at Voldemort quietly.

"Oh, Nagini, don't be afraid, soon, soon, ......," muttered as he suddenly raised his wand, and a dazzling green light fell directly on Bertha's body.

"Arvada nibbles big melons"

"Ahh

Voldemort let out a heart-rending cry, and as Bertha fell to the ground, Nagini rolled in the same pain, flicking his tail and even breaking the cauldron.

But soon she calmed down, and slowly crawled to Voldemort's side, the snake's head gently resting under his hand.

"Nagini I said very quickly......"

Peter Pettigrew was holding Voldemort, he didn't dare to touch it, this strange magic was completely beyond his knowledge.

"Worm Tail ......"

"It's the master."

"It's time for us to go back, and I can't wait to get back to England." Voldemort's tone was weak, but light-hearted and cheerful, "Go to Big Hangleston, to the old home of the Gaunt family, where we will be safe." ”

"Take Nagini with us and we're going to be there for a long time."

"As you wish, master." Peter Pettigrew replied respectfully.

"By the way, I can't wait to bring little Barty to meet me......"

"I want to see him"

"Okay master, let's go ...... now"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go back"