Voldemort's voice sounded a little careless, but Peter felt a hint of coldness on his face.

Their master, the powerful Dark Lord, has a disregard for so-called life.

He never cared about the people around him, whether it was a believer or a simple subordinate, although he needed it, he didn't care.

Of course, even if the Malfoy surname represents an old family.

What happens if you say the wrong thing at this time?

Feeling the indifference and murderous intent in his master's words, a strange thought and speculation suddenly appeared in Peter's mind.

If he had said the wrong thing, would the Malfoy family be finished?

Peter didn't know.

However, in addition to the panic, there was also a distorted pleasure in his heart that was difficult to describe in words.

Yes, the life and death of the Malfoy family is almost at the heart of his mind now!

But before he could savor the distorted feeling that relied on the master's existence, the master's voice echoed in his ears.

"Peter."

When he came to his senses, the old man just gave a humble response:

"He's willing, master."

For Peter Pettigrew, there are some things he can only think about in his head.

If you really want him to put it into action, it will definitely not be possible.

"Actually, what happened on the outside, thanks to Malfoy's operation, was the one who used his connections to write a report letter to the Ministry of Magic, and it was he who communicated with the Daily Prophet."

"Ah, Lucius is still so loyal."

Listening to Voldemort's emotion, Peter didn't take it seriously.

He just habitually showed a flattering smile:

"Yes, master, this is actually the reason why your prestige has not been lost in the past ten years."

"Humph......"

There was no positive response to Peter's flattery, Voldemort just rubbed the sealed bottle in his hand with both hands, as if he were caressing some treasure.

A suppressed silence spread, and neither Peter nor Quirrell dared to gasp.

It was a long time before the silence was ended by Voldemort himself:

"So, what else did Lucius say?"

"He also promised to help you collect the materials you need, as long as you need it, he can collect it, just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that he doesn't want to be exposed right now."

After hesitating for a moment, Peter decided not to add oil or vinegar to the truth.

"Malfoy said that he wants to continue to use his fame to serve you behind the scenes, and that it is time not to be high-profile and to hibernat."

"Hmmm......"

It was not known whether the Dark Lord was dissatisfied with this answer, but Peter heard a sigh echoing in his ears.

Gradually, he also felt his heart being clutched.

If his master was angry, Quirrell would be the first to be unlucky, but that didn't mean he was spared.

But fortunately, the Dark Lord was not angry about it.

"Ah, yes, of course, I do need Lucius for him to do that, and he's doing a great job."

Voldemort gently brushed off Malfoy's words, which were actually indistinguishable from riding on a wall.

"And what about removing these?"

"Huh?"

"Didn't Lucius tell you something else?"

"Yes, yes."

Not daring to look at his master at all, Peter just nodded desperately.

"Malfoto, I ask you, what is to be done with the book you once gave him?"

"Has he opened it and seen it?"

"No, Lucius said he had sealed it up as you commanded."

"Then let him seal the ......"

Soon, however, an eerie smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

"By the way, Peter, if you see him again in the future, tell him that there is something in that book that even I am afraid of, and you let him decide how to keep it himself."

"Yes, understood."

Although I don't know why the owner said that.

But that's okay, he doesn't want to think too much about things either.

For him, communicating could not have been easier.

"Is there anything else the master needs me to do?"

"First things first, of course: you're bringing me a bottle every other week now."

He gently shook the bottle in his hand and motioned Peter for something.

"I'm going to take a while to digest it."

“…… Good. ”

Again, I don't know why, but Peter agreed.

It's unicorn blood......

Looking at the silvery liquid, Peter couldn't help but swallow.

On the one hand, it is naturally because of nervousness.

After all, it was the blood of a unicorn, and as he had gone to school, he understood that killing a unicorn was a serious crime, and drinking its blood was a cursed deed.

However, he was not stupid enough to be clever enough to remind him of anything.

What he knew, could the great Dark Lord not know?

"What's the second thing......"

"The second thing, you keep an eye on your little master now."

"Yes...... The Weasleys' children? ”

"Yes, hasn't he been acquainted with our famous savior lately?"

Voldemort said nonchalantly.

"I need you to keep an eye on them, children should have a habit of telling secrets to animals anyway, right? If necessary, guide them to Quirrell. ”

"But you told me before that I still need to keep an eye on that Hufflepuff boy......"

"His words, don't use it for the time being, he hasn't appeared for a day today, I think it should be Dumbledore asking for something, as long as it goes according to plan, he will naturally appear in front of us."

“…… Do you have any other instructions, master? ”

"Not for the time being, let's go back first."

"Then allow me to retire."

With his head slammed to the ground, Peter stepped back in a slavish obedience.

Leaning into the corner, his body shrank along with his clothes, and once again became the hairless rat, leaving the small hole with swiftness.

As for Voldemort, he couldn't wait to uncork the bottle that had been plugged in

Suddenly, a fragrance that was completely different from the usual smell of blood came to my face.

"This is the blood of a unicorn, and it tastes like ......"

"My lord, what the hell do you want to do?"

After Peter left, Quirrell, who could no longer suppress his panic, let out a trembling sound.

"Is this bottle in your hand really the blood of the pure beast?"

"Yes, of course it's blood, and I specially asked Peter to take advantage of the chaos in the Forbidden Forest to kill the beast and get blood...... Although the effect is certainly not as good as fresh, it doesn't matter, it's a whole unicorn. ”

"But if you drink the blood of the beast, you will be cursed, and you are not weak enough to drink blood now, are you?"

"But I need strength, Quelinus, and I also need to get close to 'nature...... As a loyal servant, you'll help with the burden, won't you? ”