After Barty Crouch walked out of the room, he looked around to make sure there was no one or snake around. Then he took out a kettle from his arms, opened the lid and took a big gulp.
The drink in the kettle didn't taste very good. After Barty drank it, his body trembled unnaturally. After trembling, he staggered through the dark corridor to find Nagini.
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After passing through the dark corridor, there was a stone staircase covered with dust. The dust on it was so thick that it would not make any sound when walking on it. As Barty walked, he used the faint fluorescence from the tip of his wand to look for Nagini.
figure.
He was serious, he really needed to find Nagini and take some venom from her mouth to prepare a potion for Voldemort to keep him alive.
But when he reached the landing, he stopped and an old man with a cane appeared in front of him.
When the old man saw that the intruder was an adult man, he was stunned. He wanted to say something, but saw the man anxiously put his index finger to his mouth, signaling him to be silent.
The old man on crutches was of course Frank. He took the spare key of the mansion and entered through the back door, looking for the "little thief" who broke into the mansion. When he saw Barty Crouch, he thought Riddle
The house is really broken into!
However, Batty's actions awakened his fighting instinct that had been dormant for many years. He closed his mouth and did not make a fuss. However, the left hand holding the crutches still squeezed the crutches unconsciously. He believed that even if he was almost seventy,
He's seven years old, but he still has no problem hitting a young man's head with a cane.
Batty nervously led the old man to the corner of the stairs and asked in a low voice: "Have you seen a big snake on the road?"
Frank:?
"Uh, no." Although this question was very strange, Old Frank decided to answer him.
Barty breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. Go back quickly. This is not the place you should stay -"
"Go back, me?" Frank was a little surprised, "Do you know what you are doing? If you break into a house illegally, I can give the police a call and send you to jail -"
"Forget it all!" Barty cleared the old man's memory. He now feels that this spell is very practical, enough to rank among the top ten magic spells used by wizards.
The old man's expression became confused, and Batty slipped away quietly.
It took more than ten seconds for Frank to wake up. He looked around blankly and found that he had appeared in Riddle's old house inexplicably.
"When did I have the problem of sleepwalking?" He shook his head and limped out of the long-abandoned house.
Shortly after the old man left, Barty also found Nagini in the fireplace in the living room on the first floor of the house. She was enjoying the mouse she had caught. Barty patiently watched Nagini swallow the mouse into her stomach, and then
Take out a small crystal bottle and squeeze a small bottle of venom from her fangs.
When he returned to the second floor, Peter had already prepared the potion. He poured the venom into the bottle and shook it a few times to allow the liquid inside to fully mix. Then Peter took the potion bottle and carefully came to Voldemort.
around.
Voldemort, who was closing his eyes to rest, opened his slender eyes. His eyes were completely different from those of normal humans. They were small and narrow, with pointed pupils, like snake pupils. What was even weirder was that his eyes were filled with scarlet.
The color was as if his eyes were filled with blood instead of tears.
He opened his mouth slightly and asked Peter to pour the potion into a silver spoon and feed it into his mouth. The entrance of the potion brought a biting chill. If an ordinary wizard took it, it would only cause death from the poison, but not Voldemort, who was not a human but a ghost, drank it, but it had the effect of fighting poison with poison. It not only restored physical strength, but also used the cold to relieve physical pain.
Feeling the cold current flowing to his limbs, Voldemort felt refreshed. Thinking of Barty's actions not long after, he couldn't help but laugh sadly.
Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter woke up from his dream.
He was lying on the bed, and the scar on his forehead was throbbing with pain, as if someone had inserted a thin steel needle into his head.
Harry struggled to get up from the bed, covering the scar with one hand - this seemed to alleviate his pain a little, while the other hand was groping randomly in the dark, and finally touched his own on the bedside table next to the bed. Glasses.
After putting on glasses, the world around me becomes clearer.
Only then did Harry realize that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and the sheets were wrinkled into a ball, sticking to his body together with his pajamas, giving him a very uncomfortable feeling.
Harry took off his pajamas, got off the bed, and opened the window.
The cool night breeze poured in from the window and quickly dried the remaining sweat on Harry's body, making him feel refreshed. The stinging sensation caused by the scar on his forehead also evaporated along with the sweat.
"How many times has this happened?" Harry was a little uneasy. Recently, his scar had been experiencing frequent tingling sensations, but the pain came and went quickly. Sometimes it would only hurt for a moment, as if someone had touched it. He pricked his forehead with a needle.
Harry looked out the window at Privet Drive. The outside world looked like a standard British middle-class residential area: the streets were clean and tidy, the streetlights were all working normally, and every house's lawn was neatly trimmed. together.
We are all decent and extremely decent gentlemen.
I'm afraid this is one of the reasons why the Dursleys dislike Harry: the word magic cannot be tolerated in decent people's ears.
Harry made his bed, smoothed the sheets, spread out the towels, and hung them to dry with his pajamas. Now they were soaked with sweat and would be very uncomfortable to lie on, so Harry didn't go back to bed at all. Thoughts of rest.
He tiptoed to his desk and turned on the lamp on the desk.
The desk lamp illuminated the room, revealing all the arrangements inside. There was a box at the foot of Harry's bed that was closed but not completely closed. A broomstick with a corner of a wizard's robe poked out of it. Most of the space on his desk is occupied by a large empty birdcage. This is Hedwig's cage, and she rests in it when she is not delivering letters. Next to the cage is a large pile of spell books. Lao Gao, if you are not careful, it will lead to a "tragedy". In the corner of the table, there are parchments, quills, ink bottles and other sundries stuffed randomly.
Harry's situation is actually improving. In the second grade, he didn't have the right to use his luggage openly. He could only steal his luggage from the broom closet on the first floor and quietly do his homework at night.
Now, he can do his homework openly. This may be attributed to his success in inflating his aunt.