Can't admit it, can't admit it anyway!

Without meeting his master's eyes, Peter quickly lowered his head.

"Of course not."

Gritting his teeth, Peter said word by word.

"Of course I'm not afraid of Dumbledore, I'm just ......"

"You're lying."

However, before Peter could find a reasonable-sounding reason, Voldemort's side had no idea of listening.

"How dare you lie to me!"

As soon as the angry voice came out, a strong uneasiness appeared in Peter's heart.

"No, master, I don't, I ......"

Without giving him a chance to explain, a dark green light like lightning hit him directly.

This is not a curse, even if the Dark Lord is mad, he will never do anything to cut himself off in such an already weak situation.

But to inflict some minor punishment or something without killing him, Voldemort didn't mind.

And now, the spell that hit Peter is one of the three unforgivable curses: the Drill Heart Curse!

"Drill the heart and cut the bone ......"

With a twisted sigh mixed with it, Peter felt nothing but his body lose consciousness.

The only thing that reverberated was the sharp pain that pierced the bones, like a knife constantly digging into his marrow!

"Master, I was wrong, master."

Gritting his teeth, Peter pleaded.

"Master, I was really wrong."

"Oh? So what's wrong with you? ”

Still not stopping the curse of unforgivable torture, Voldemort just asked unhurriedly.

"I ...... I. ”

"It looks like you still don't realize the mistake."

"No, no, no!!"

Hearing what his master had said, Peter's remaining sanity was quickly swallowed up by fear.

"I shouldn't have deceived you, I shouldn't have deceived you for dignity!"

"Then what did you lie to me?"

"I'm scared! I'm really scared! I'm afraid of Dumbledore, master!! ”

In the claustrophobic Defence Against the Dark Arts office, the balding old man just lay on the ground and wailed.

He was in his early thirties, but his years of malnourished rat life made him look like an old man in his fifties and sixties, and under the torture of a heart-piercing spell, his face became paler and his body became older.

Without any dignity, like a rat hiding in a stinking gutter, Peter Pettigrew curled up with his body.

He cried, not knowing if it was because of the torture of the Mind Drilling Spell or because the fear in his heart had been excavated.

"After all, I did something like that, really, I can't be found out by him, and if I do, I'll end up miserable, master!!"

Finally, under this ugly but real cry, the dark green lightning that continued to emanate from Voldemort's hand dissipated.

The benevolent Dark Lord put away his wand, and the humble slave, his loyal servant, was finally given a little respite.

"Look, I've always been very kind to my men, Peter, as long as I'm willing to tell the truth, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Even if he didn't think so, Peter knew there was no turning back.

He kept nodding as he curled up and buried his head deep in the floor.

"Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your ......"

"The thing I hate most is deception, Peter."

Bending down slowly, Voldemort gently stroked Pettigrew's hairless head.

"I still remember the way you came to me, impressed by my strength, and full of anxiety and trepidation, do you think you can really be considered brave and fearless?"

"Yes, I am cowardly, I just want to live well, you are the true ruler in my eyes...... But I'm so scared of Dumbledore! ”

"Don't be afraid, my humble servant, as long as I can regain my strength, as long as I can get out of the state I am in, then Dumbledore has nothing to fear."

"Yes, only you have the strength to stand up to Dumbledore, yes."

"So, serve your master, serve your master, Peter, and don't forget that you have no way back."

"I ...... I know. ”

Curled up, Peter Pettigrew slowly pulled out a small bottle of silvery-white liquid from his old clothes.

"It's ...... It's something you need, and if nothing else, I'll step back first. ”

"Go ahead, Peter, and if there's anything going on, don't forget to report it regularly."

"Yes, yes."

The old man was transformed into a rat again, and the big mouse, which had lost its hair, limped away, looking extremely weak.

Seeing this, Voldemort smiled with satisfaction.

On the huge bald head, a distorted smile gradually receded, and Quirrell's own face, which was more painful, finally moved back to the front.

"Whew...... Master, is it really okay to do that? ”

After a moment's hesitation, Quirrell asked.

"What? Do you have any grievances? ”

"No, no, no, it's not."

After finally regaining control of his body at the gift of his master, Quirrell shook his head like a rattle.

"I'm not dissatisfied, master, it's just that I think your previous attitude may make him feel a little rebellious."

"Huh? Do you think I'm cruel? ”

"No, no, no, no, my merciful master."

Without waiting for Voldemort to express any emotion, Quirrell vehemently denied it.

"It's just...... It's just that Peter is different after all, I heard that he seems to have been an enemy of your master, which means that he himself has a history of betrayal, if you betray him too much......"

"No, no, Quirrell, my loyal servant, you're wrong."

Quirrell only heard a sneer coming from behind him.

"He was willing to serve me because I was not only powerful, but also powerful and difficult to underestimate."

"So now......"

At the same time, he knew how unforgivable what he was doing...... Because of this, he will not betray me, no matter how much he is dissatisfied, no matter how much he panics, he is not willing to face the anger of his former comrades-in-arms and others - now the only person who can accept him is me! Only my Death Eaters would accept him. ”

“…… Such. ”

When he heard the news, Quirrell didn't know what kind of emotions he should put on.

Maybe it's peace of mind, or maybe it's anxiety and panic, and even a kind of helplessness and loss.

But before he could adjust his mood, he saw his hand suddenly raise uncontrollably, towards a small silver bottle on the floor.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Of course it's the right thing to do, Quulinus, and I don't think you're going to let me down, are you?"

"I ......"

"Quillinus?"

"At least give me a chance to make it until Christmas, master."