Peter Pettigrew probably never imagined in his life that someone would actually observe him through a crystal ball, and that the person staring at him was the enemy who had single-handedly sent him to Azkaban Prison.
Yes, Peter would never think of it, nor would he want to know. Otherwise, the timid Mr. Peter would probably not be in the mood to help Voldemort search for traces of unicorns in the depths of the Albanian forest, and would instead just abandon the man.
The half-dead master fled.
At this moment, in a dark forest in Albania, Peter was walking quickly through the trees, trying to find a lonely unicorn.
However, Peter's grades in the Care of Magical Creatures class were average and he didn't understand how to find unicorns in the forest. However, luckily, Peter was able to learn the approximate location of the unicorn through his dirty children.
But just finding a unicorn is not enough. It is not easy to obtain the blood of a unicorn. Because unicorns themselves are magical creatures with very powerful magical power. Not only do they move quickly, but they are also difficult to hurt by ordinary magic.
Seeing them, maybe the unicorn's resistance to magic is not as strong as the fire dragon, but it cannot be ignored. Moreover, Peter is very sure that he cannot catch up with the speed of the unicorn.
However, obtaining the blood of the unicorn is the first task given to Peter by the Dark Lord. Peter knows very well that he must grit his teeth and complete it no matter what, unless he wants to walk away directly. If he really does that,
Then there will no longer be a place for him beside the Dark Lord, and he will still appear on the Dark Lord's must-kill list.
Peter Pettigrew looked at the deep forest ahead and laughed at himself: "Isn't this the result I want?"
Voldemort is now very weak, so weak that he has lost most of his strength and cannot even use magic. He can only live like an ant.
All this made Peter crazy with joy.
Because only by dedicating his loyalty to the Dark Lord when he needs help the most, can he possibly gain a higher honor than other Death Eaters.
Of course, Peter never expected to obtain the so-called glory, and he also knew that Voldemort did not completely trust him.
But, so what, the Dark Lord will definitely not do anything to him. If he kills himself, who helped him when he needed it most, how will he gain the loyalty of other Death Eaters? Who will dare to continue to follow him?
What about him?
As long as he helps the Dark Lord recover his body, no Death Eaters will come to trouble him, and the British wizarding world will also face a turmoil, and the Minister of Magic will probably have a headache by then.
found it!
After spending a lot of time, Peter finally found a lonely unicorn deep in the forest. It was drinking water by the river. It looked very beautiful from a distance. The unicorn seemed to sense the arrival of the evil visitor and raised its head.
Looking towards Peter, his eyes were filled with vigilance.
Peter knew he only had one chance, and once the unicorn started running wild, he would have no chance.
A shrill shout pierced the night sky.
"Avada Kedavra!"
An intense green light lit up in the dark forest.
After the green light dimmed and the forest returned to normal, Peter found that his spell had failed. The unicorn walked briskly, easily avoided the killing curse, ran quickly towards the distance, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Within Peter's sight.
"Damn it!"
Just when Peter tried to catch up, he noticed a noise on the right, and the unicorn actually jumped out from the side. He was almost pierced by the horn on the unicorn's head. Fortunately, Peter was there.
At the right moment, he successfully used Apparition to avoid the unicorn's attack.
"What a cunning beast."
Peter had never thought that a unicorn could be so difficult to deal with. He thought that the unicorn would continue to launch surprise attacks on him, but he was shocked to find that the beast had escaped, and he was still stupidly wary of his surroundings.
Peter had to find a new target. Adult unicorns were too difficult to deal with. He even doubted whether Avada Kedavra could kill such a powerful magical creature at once.
Peter regretted his rashness just now. If he could find a young unicorn, the situation might not be so bad.
Peter found the whereabouts of other unicorns through his mouse friends. This time, Peter was not in a hurry. He suspected that he would make the same mistake as last time. So, he spent several days and finally found the whereabouts of the other unicorns.
A group of unicorns, but Peter could see that those unicorn groups were not easy to mess with, so he finally gave up and wandered alone on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking for some fish that had slipped through the net.
Peter's luck was not bad, he found a young unicorn who was alone.
The cry of the unicorn echoed in the forest.
"He's not dead yet?"
After the green light dissipated, Peter found the unicorn struggling to get up from the ground.
Avada's Kedavra did not kill the unicorn immediately, but it still caused very serious damage to the unicorn.
His magical power was only average among wizards, but the killing curse was easy enough to kill any creature. However, the unicorn was not killed immediately, which surprised Peter.
Peter added a few more hits of the Avada Kedavra to completely kill the unicorn, and then he panted and stepped forward to take blood. When Peter put the fresh unicorn blood into a glass bottle,
He raised his head and saw a group of angry unicorns. He was surrounded, but Peter did not panic at all. Before the unicorns rushed towards him, he appeared and disappeared.
The forest resounded with the angry screams of the unicorns.
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"Master, I have collected the blood of unicorns."
Peter hurried back to the forest where the Dark Lord lived, took out the bottle containing the unicorn's blood, and said to the black shadow in the forest: "What should I do next?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I need you to use a potion made from the blood of the unicorn and the venom of Nagini to give me a decent body temporarily." Voldemort said his next step.
planning plan.
At this moment, a rustling sound sounded in the darkness, and a twelve-foot-long giant snake appeared in Peter's house. Although this was not the first time he saw this snake, it still made Peter feel very uneasy.
, but Peter knew what to do.
It didn't take him long to prepare the formula for the potion. The blood of unicorns is the hardest to obtain, but now he no longer hears it.
Peter stood in the crucible and kept mumbling a spell that was said to be invented by the Dark Lord himself. Then he put the snake possessed by the Dark Lord into the crucible of churning potion, accompanied by a shrill scream.
After the sound, a baby-like figure slowly rose from the crucible.
Bertha Jorkins, who was under Peter's control, immediately took out a towel and picked up the ugly baby, if it could really be called a baby.
"Master, how do you feel now?" Peter asked cautiously.
"This body is still very weak, but at least it has restored some of my magic power." Voldemort's voice was filled with unconcealable excitement, and the situation was developing for the better.
"Master, what can I do to help you?" Peter asked respectfully.
"I know an ancient black magic that can create a resurrection potion, allowing me to restore my original body and get back the power that originally belonged to me." The Dark Lord said hoarsely: "When I regain my original power, you will get the answer."
There are rewards.”
"Thank you for your generosity. If you need those materials, I will help you prepare them immediately."
"I need three powerful medicines," Voldemort said hoarsely: "My father's bones and the flesh of his servants."
As he said that, he looked at Peter, who was shaking so much that he was sifting through chaff, "Don't worry, it doesn't take much, and it won't kill you, and I still need you to help me control the resurrection potion."
Peter couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly: "What is the last item?"
"The blood of my enemies," said Voldemort.
Peter thinks this shouldn't be difficult, because there are still so many people who hate Voldemort, and it shouldn't be difficult as long as he returns to England and captures a wizard to extract his blood.
"I know where my father is buried, and it's not difficult to get his bones, but... I want the blood of Harry Potter, the blood of the man who made me lose my magic thirteen years ago.
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"With all due respect, Master, it is too difficult to harm Harry Potter. He is now under strict protection. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to succeed." Peter said tremblingly, "If we use another wizard, we can fight quickly.
Quick decision, I will help you get your original power back as soon as possible."
"It must be Harry Potter's blood," Voldemort's voice sounded a little weak, but very firm, "At that time, the protection his mother left on him will also exist in my blood, and that woman's
Power can no longer protect Harry Potter."
"I'm afraid it's difficult to do this with my own strength. If you allow me, maybe I should call together other Death Eaters who have not been imprisoned in Azkaban." Peter suggested in a low voice, "Maybe, then.
I have enough power to accomplish this."
"I will summon them, but not now."
After Voldemort lost his power, he no longer trusted anyone, let alone showed his weak side to those who were just outsiders.
He is more willing to promote his reputation after resurrection, let those half-hearted people worship him, and let the traitors live in fear day and night until they die quietly in a dark corner."
"Well, Jean, of course, came over to Bertha Jorkins. I remember you said that this woman is working for the Ministry of Magic. Maybe she can provide us with some useful information." Voldemort struggled to pick up Peter.
wand, pointed at Bertha Jorkins, and used Legilimency on him.
The expression on Bertha Jorkins's face looked very painful, and it was obvious that Voldemort was forcibly browsing her memory.
"Oh, what a surprise, someone actually used a strong forgetting spell on Bertha Jorkins." Voldemort was in a good mood, and he easily obtained a lot of information from Bertha Jorkins.
"However, if you encounter a powerful wizard, the forgetting spell will not work."
"Master?" Peter asked anxiously.
"Now, let's not rush back to England. The Quidditch World Cup is being held there. Countless wizards will pour into that country from all over the world. All the nosy guys from the Ministry of Magic have been dispatched. They will stand guard everywhere.
, pay attention to any unusual activities, so we must wait patiently."