Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 171: Master and servant

Under the night, Little Hangleton looked serene and quiet. A solitary moon in the sky was exuding a soft light, and the faint silver sprinkled the entire village. The villagers’ life here was very ordinary, but only in two or three Years ago, they had another post-dinner talk, that is, Riddle House was completely abandoned. Since Frank, the old gardener in that family, disappeared one night completely and never came back, Riddle House has been completely destroyed since then. As a murderous house in the eyes of everyone, as long as it is a family with children, parents will repeatedly warn their children not to take risks there. The old house has been cursed and will bring them uncertainty.

　　 So far, even though it has been a long time since Frank disappeared, no one dares to set foot in that old house.

　　 The rich man who owns this house for "tax" reasons doesn't care that the gardener he hired is missing. Maybe he doesn't know these little things at all. This is just among the many properties under his name. It's a worthless residence.

　　 The police in the township also pretended that nothing had happened, except that a widow and lonely old man who had no relatives had disappeared, and he couldn't get rid of it.

　　 However, tonight, the desolate Riddle House welcomes new guests, or it can be said that it is the true owner of the long absence.

　　 A cold night wind roared across the ground, blowing the weeds of the height of people on the roadside, making a rustling sound.

　　 A small man in a black cloak, cowering, walked along a winding path and groped around, and came to the gate of Riddle House, walking and constantly Looking around, for fear of being spotted by others, at the same time the strong wind blew his cloak so that he made a "slap slap" sound.

　　 "Wormtail, have you fallen to the point of fear of Muggles now?" A cold voice, like a viper neighing, came from the man's arms, saying in a mocking tone.

　　 "Master, I'm just worried..." The man's voice looked terrified and nervous, and his body kept trembling. People who didn't know saw it and might think he was shivering because of the cold.

　　 But Peter Pettigrew himself knew that this was the result of all fear. He was afraid of the man he was holding in his arms and wrapped in baggage.

　　 Voldemort, his former master, was found by him.

　　 "Where is Nagini?" Voldemort interrupted Peter Pettigrew and asked instead.

　　 "Master, it should have been hidden somewhere in the house." Peter Pettigrew said respectfully, then took out his wand from behind and said to the gate of Riddle's House: "Ahora opens."

　　The old iron gate opened in response, making a "creaking" sound. It has been too long without anyone taking care of it, and the iron rods are covered with rust marks.

　　 The originally flat grassland has been left unattended for a long time and has become overgrown with weeds.

　　 Peter Pettigrew walked in.

　　 "What were you worried about?" Voldemort's tone grew colder. "Worry about that old man? Or are you worried about me being found? Wormtail?" Voldemort's tone was extremely gloomy at this time.

　　 Pettigrew Peter shook his head in a panic, "No, master, you will soon regain your strength." He said in horror, even though Voldemort is only lingering and weakening now. Peter Pettigrew did not dare to be disrespectful when facing him, but became more respectful, for fear that he might offend him.

　　 Then my only hope is gone.

　　 The fate of Peter Pettigrew is now completely pinned on the man in his arms. If it can regain its strength, then as a servant of giving charcoal in the snow, he will of course receive supreme awards. Once he fails, he will only be waiting for There will be a long escape life, until one day when Auror is arrested and brought to justice, the last person to greet him will be the endless loneliness of Azkaban.

　　 "You are lying." For some reason, Voldemort's voice at this time was actually softened, smoother, with a slightly chilling smile.

　　 Their passing was very embarrassing.

　　 For some reason, shortly after Peter Pettigrew found Voldemort through communicating with his "kind", Dumbledore found their whereabouts and made them rush to run for their lives.

　　 Voldemort in this state has no chance of winning against Dumbledore.

　　In the forest of Albania, the two of them rushed to their lives. With the help of their familiarity with the terrain, they could escape. No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, it is difficult to find them accurately in the endless ancient forest. , Relying on the spell cast on Peter Pettigrew can only be effective.

　　 Voldemort looked very angry, he has never been so embarrassed in his life!

　　 Even more than ten years ago, when he killed the Potters and was bounced back to death by the death curse, it was only his failure. Not long ago, Dumbledore’s pursuit was that he was the first. This time, he was chased and fled like a mourning dog.

　　 The ultimate anger brought the ultimate calmness. Now he can only choose to endure, wait for his strength to recover, and then take revenge.

　　 "Master, I don't..." Peter Pettigrew only felt his hair stand up, and hurriedly denied it.

　　 "I don't mind, Wormtail, I guess what you think." Voldemort's tone suddenly became generous, "I don't think you came to me because of your loyalty to me. , Right?"

　　 Pettigrew Peter’s hands shook like chaff, but he did not dare to relax, because as long as he let go, his master would fall to the ground, cold sweat covering his forehead.

　　 "Look into my eyes." Voldemort said suddenly, and the scarlet, narrowed eyes opened suddenly, with unquestionable authority, and ordered Peter Pettigrew.

　　 Peter Pettigrew’s eyes were subconsciously looking at Voldemort, and then he found that his brain began to become drowsy, and that pair of eyes seemed to have magical powers, making him unconsciously immersed in it, as if Absorbing all the black holes, swallowing his sobriety.

　　 "Oh, you seem to be reluctant to come to me?" I don't know how long it took before Peter Pettigrew came back to his senses, and then he heard such a sentence, making him fall in love.

　　 "My loyal servant gave you such a good opportunity to assist you. You seem to be coveting some wealth that you shouldn't enjoy? Wormtail?" Voldemort's cruel voice sounded again, every time he said a phrase, Peter Pettigrew's body was about to tremble again.

　　 "Master, that is, that's because..." Peter Pettigrew still wanted to explain, but found that whatever he said was nothing but a pale sophistry.

　　His master has read the memory in his mind to one side, and there is nothing left.

　　 "A less loyal servant can find me easily, but a devoted servant has nothing to do. Oh, it's really ironic." Voldemort's voice became sharp again.

　　 Pettigrew Peter felt that his sweat had not only soaked his back, but had even spread to his cloak.

　　 "But the Dark Lord is always gracious to his servants. For whatever reason, the disloyal servant returned to me with all his might." If the child of the Malfoy family did not persecute you, Do you want to postpone this plan of pursuing me for another month? Three months? Even one year, ten years? "Voldemort said in a gloomy way, this made Peter Pettigrew's heart more and more suspended.

　　"Oh, I saw that there are still a lot of witches secretly giving you Qiubo, right, Wormtail? You are still envious of those friends you betrayed. As a follower, how much you desire to be like The people you follow are the same, so you chose to betray them and take refuge in me."

　　 In the dark night, the moonlight turned his back to Peter Pettigrew, but even so, I can still guess that the blood on his face has completely faded.

　　 "Voldemort appreciates people who can judge the situation." At this time, Voldemort's voice suddenly became cheerful.

　　" There is no shame in admitting his failure. Yes, Dumbledore didn’t know how to find us and chased us into a mess, but what’s the use? He’s already old and half. My foot has already stepped into the coffin, and I, even if I look like this now, I am still alive after all..." At this time, he had recovered completely.

　　 "Master, you will surely regain your strength." Peter Pettigrew said expectantly, showing just the right amount of worship and fanaticism in his eyes.

　　 "The news you brought should be true. I didn't expect that even such a short period of wealth would allow you to get so much useful news." Voldemort said lightly at this time, "And I have confirmed just now. No, you didn’t lie, the news is true, and no one can escape Voldemort’s panic, right?"

　　 Peter Pettigrew can only hold back his unhappiness, nodding his head in response.

　　No one wants to be looked at the memory, no matter how close people are, there are some secrets in everyone's heart that absolutely cannot be shared with others.

　　 "You seem to be dissatisfied? Wormtail? Dissatisfied because I searched your memory?" Voldemort seemed to notice his mood, and said coldly.

　　 "No...Master..." Just as Peter Pettigrew wanted to explain, he was interrupted by a low cry from Voldemort.

　　 "Nagini!" Voldemort's tone at this time was filled with unconcealed panic.

　　 Then a giant snake that was at least twelve feet long crawled quickly, its wide body undulating like a wave, and its rapid swimming collided with the surrounding weeds to trigger a rustling sound, and finally traversed the Petty star. Next to Peter, with its sturdy body, he took Voldemort from Peter Pettigrew and tied a knot in his tail. The package that wrapped Voldemort hid in it, appearing very secure.

　　 "He's here again, remember your mission, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was extremely cold.

　　 "Nagini, go," Voldemort said, and then the big snake led him to flee frantically, got out of the gate of Riddle's House, and ran towards the nearby mountains and forests, and Peter Peter also Immediately using his magic wand, he quickly transformed into the form of a mouse, pinpointing the other direction full of weeds, and digging through it. There are countless caves and crypts in the mountains and forests, enough for him to hide.

　　 Just after the two left, a tall and thin old man suddenly appeared in the void above Riddle's Mansion. He was wearing a silver wizard robe embroidered with patterns, pale silver moonlight. When it shines on his face, his beard and hair are all white, and his long white beard is about to fall to his feet. At this moment, his whole person seems to be fused with the moonlight, and he looks aloof.

　　 This old man is no one else. It was the man Voldemort feared the most-Albus Dumbledore.

　　 The wise old man glanced at the entire mansion, and found that he had found nothing more, and shook his head like a sigh. Then his body gradually disappeared in the air, as if he had never been here.

　　, Voldemort, who is lingering and panting, cherishes his life more than usual, and is more sensitive to danger.

　　Once arrogant, his strength brought him the capital.

　　 Being arrogant without a hole card is stupid.

　　 Under the night, Peter Pettigrew was sneaking in the desolate and dilapidated night. The dirty body of the rat looked extraordinarily dexterous, moving back and forth through the scattered rocks and bushes, and he found it again. After a brief questioning of several of his so-called "kind", Peter Pettigrew once again found his own cave where he could shelter briefly.

　　 Wet in the cave, a variety of unknown insects crawling around, Pettigrew thinks he has become accustomed to this kind of treatment and can tolerate it, but the huge gap in his heart still makes him start to breed in his heart. Kind of emotion.

　　 It is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality.

　　 After he enjoys the glory that has been watched by millions of people, and then let him humbly flatter and please, he will always be a little unwilling.

　　 Pettigrew Peter now regrets it very much. He originally had the opportunity to enjoy the glory, but he did not cherish that opportunity.

　　 Even though Malfoy had warned him many times, he kept procrastinating for time, and finally tasted retribution, and even let Voldemort see his memory and learn about his disloyal past, which made him even more frightened.

　　 How he missed the treatment he received not long ago.

　　In addition to regret, another emotion breeds in his heart-that is hatred.

　　 Without Malfoy's persecution, he would still be able to enjoy his heroic treatment with peace of mind. Why did he have to find the master who had been defeated twelve years ago?

　　The master is cruel and ruthless. If it wasn't for his own life, who would be willing to betray his friend?

　　 Peter Pettigrew is such a person. He will not take the initiative to do evil, because he does not have the courage, and all the evils he does are persecuted.

　　 This way his conscience can pass, and he can accept all this with peace of mind.

　　 If Peter Pettigrew really returned to the wizarding world as before, it has not been exposed. Presumably he would never take the initiative to find his master. He wanted to live a stable life. He even said that out of guilt in his heart, he might treat Harry twice as good.

　　 But everything is different now. The boy is so unsympathetic and tore up the ordinary life he should go on~ IndoMTL.com~ Peter Dwarf even thinks he is a total lunatic.

　　 Isn’t it good to live a stable life with peace of mind?

　　 Peter Pettigrew asked himself, if he had Malfoy's conditions now, he would never support Voldemort any more.

　　His philosophy of life couldn't be more obvious-to attach to the strong, and Voldemort at this time can't even protect himself, so what kind of strong is he?

　　 And Voldemort's arrogance to him made him even more distorted, but he did not dare to show the slightest on his face, desperately suppressing himself, he thought that he had been a pet for twelve years, and he was able to do well. Played a role similar to a servant, but he didn't expect that the short good time would make him intolerant of this role.

　　 is like a modern man who is used to eating cooked food.

　　 Working under Voldemort's hands, Peter Pettigrew is always in fear. He doesn't know when he will anger his temperamental master.

　　 Then take him to feed the snake.

　　 But now he has to do this again, because this is his only hope. Maybe he succeeded in resurrecting his master. When Voldemort was happy, he forgave him forgively, and might even reward him. .

　　 Peter Pettigrew not only hates these two people, he also hates himself, why can't he control his own destiny.

　　 "If I could be brave at the beginning, maybe the result would be different?"

　　 looked at the water droplets intermittently dripping from the mud and sand on his head, Peter Pettigrew’s sullen eyes lost their focus, and he was a little surprised.