The Parga River is the largest inland river in Albania, spanning the entire country from east to west. It breeds countless lives in Albania's huge forests and is the source of life for all wild animals and plants.
At the edge of the city, at the junction with the forest, there is a creek that is not even a tributary. There is only a thin curtain of water flowing among the raised gravels. This stream is a paradise for small mammals nearby.
At this moment, a dirty-haired rat was lying by the stream drinking water.
Suddenly, its nose moved, as if it noticed something. It instantly turned around and looked behind it.
The visitor was a fluffy red fox. It was petite, with orange-red fur and four black feet. It was leaning down and touching it cautiously.
Seeing that the prey was alert, the red fox ran away.
The strange thing is that the prey mouse did not run away. There was a humanized mockery on its pointed face.
"Ah - Woo~~~~" Just when the mouse was about to die, a wolf howled suddenly came from the jungle behind.
The long and penetrating howl made the red fox give up hunting, cross the stream, and flee in a hurry. But the mouse still didn't move. It looked at the forest behind it, with an unknown light shining in its eyes.
Not long after, a tall human-shaped black figure appeared in the forest. The scarlet light in its eyes revealed its identity.
The black shadow jumped up from the forest and landed by the stream, its chilling eyes fixed on the mouse not far away.
"Fenrir Greyback!" Seeing this werewolf, the mouse trembled and transformed into a short, wretched man.
"It's really easy to find me, Peter~" The werewolf suddenly shrank and turned into a strong man.
This man named Fenrir Greyback has a ferocious face, extremely thick hair, and animalistic features still remain between his eyebrows.
"What are you looking for me for?" Peter looked wary, and at the same time reached into his clothes, looking like he was about to take out the wand.
"Haha~ The acting was so good." Greyback sneered, "Do you think I don't understand Animagus? If you really had a wand, you would have run away when you heard the roar."
"You can't kill me! I didn't betray the Dark Lord! I can take you to find him!" The plot was seen through, and Peter showed his greed for life and fear of death.
"Haha——" Greyback laughed wildly, "It's exactly what the Dark Lord said."
"What - what do you mean?" Peter said timidly.
"You know, Peter. The wanted notice from the Ministry of Magic has been sent to Albania. Now everyone knows that your Animagus is a rat with a broken toe." Greyback sneered with a mocking smile on his face.
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"What do you want to say?" These were the results that Peter had expected when he decided to escape. He was not surprised.
"The Dark Lord has determined that you, a desperate guy, will definitely come back to him."
"...It was the Lord - Master... who asked you to come to me?" Peter understood instantly
"Otherwise, if I wanted to kill you, you would have died just now." Greyback said jokingly, "Come with me, the Dark Lord has summoned me."
"...Okay" Peter looked stern and sounded a little timid.
Then the two of them disappeared into the forest and quickly disappeared.
Voldemort's hiding place was very secluded. The two of them walked from early morning to night, from the wetlands to the woods, but Greyback had no intention of stopping.
Peter didn't ask. As an escape master, he knew very well that this was a necessary process. And because of the existence of Fenrir, the leader of the werewolves, he didn't encounter any large beasts along the way, and even caught a hare.
It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that the two of them stopped by a small puddle.
"Woo~~~" Greyback immediately roared
Then, Peter heard a rustling sliding sound coming from the grass beside the puddle. As the distance got closer, the rustling sound of friction with the turf could also be clearly heard.
Peter stared at the grass nervously, his body trembling slightly. Beside him, Greyback also lowered his head respectfully.
"Dear Peter~" the voice came before anyone arrived.
"Master - Master" Hearing this familiar and frightening voice, Peter immediately fell to the ground and replied with a trembling voice.
"Haha~"
With a chuckle and kowtow to the ground, Peter heard the rustling sound and stopped in front of him.
"Peter - my loyal servant. Don't you want to see what your master looks like now?" The deep voice was also mixed with some kind of terrifying hiss.
"...Master...man...I didn't expect that...that boy could hurt you like this..." Peter still didn't raise his head, but his voice became more and more frightened.
"Well, what you said makes sense. It's my own fault for what happened." Voldemort's voice suddenly became softer.
"No! No - Master, that's not what I meant." Peter lay directly on the ground. "It's true that my information is not accurate enough."
"Well -" upon hearing this, Voldemort's voice became much calmer, "But Peter, you have kept me waiting for too long - so long that I have to doubt your loyalty. What do you think -"
"Master - Master... I came here on my own initiative this time... just to serve you... I am absolutely loyal to the great Dark Lord!"
"This time? Then when I snatched the magic stone last time, why couldn't I see your loyalty - huh?"
"Lord...man...this..."
"Is it because I wasn't strong enough at the time, or was your situation very safe?"
"Master - Master -"
Every word Voldemort said made Peter Pettigrew tremble.
"Dear Fenrir, Nagini is hungry." Ignoring Pettigrew, Voldemort turned to Greyback.
"You are ready, great Dark Lord." Fenrir bowed humbly, and then threw the fat hare in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Peter heard a disgusting swallowing sound. The sound made him more and more panicked. He didn't know if it would be his turn next.
The sound stopped when the food slid into the abdomen.
"You haven't thought of a reason yet? You don't even bother to deal with me?" Another surprised question came after eating.
"No! Master, I can make up for it! I got important news!"
"News? You'd better make sure it's really important, otherwise—"
"It's that boy! Master, that boy can also speak snake language."
"Impossible! Peter, how dare you lie to me!" Voldemort's tone suddenly became murderous.
"Master, I would never dare to deceive you. That boy really opened the secret room in snake language!"
"He opened the secret room?!"
"It's absolutely true! Great master. They also killed the basilisk in the secret room."
"The Basilisk...it seems he really knows Parseltongue...Why..." Voldemort fell into silence "Harry...Harry Potter...Potter...um...James
?...Lily..."
a long time
"Humph--haha~ That's it."
"Master?" Peter was a little confused about the situation. In his opinion, it was not a good thing for others to have the same talents as the Dark Lord. But from the sound of his voice, the Dark Lord seemed quite happy.
"Very well, Wormtail."
Hearing this title, Peter's heart calmed down a little.
"You can forget about the past, now I allow you to admire my figure."
"It's my pleasure, Master." Peter raised his head obediently, but his body remained the same.
Only half a step away, he saw a huge black-striped python raising its head and looking at him. Seven inches from its lower abdomen, a pale face like a withered bone protruded.
"Great Dark Lord, your loyal servants offer their greetings."
"Welcome, dear Wormtail. You seem to have experienced a lot of interesting things during this period, and I am very interested in it."
"At your service, great master."
"Yes." Voldemort was obviously very satisfied with his attitude. "But the first priority is to create a temporary body for me. Where is my wand?"
"Hidden in Godric's Hollow, in the middle of the Potters' cemetery. Master, I am willing to go and retrieve the wand for you." Peter immediately expressed his stance.
"Don't worry, Wormtail, I have more important things for you to take care of." Voldemort comforted him, turned to Greyback and said, "Fenrir, get the wand back for me."
"I obey your orders, the great Dark Lord." Greyback took the order and left.
"Peter, there's something I'm curious about. I wonder if you can answer it for me."
"A great pleasure, my lord"
"In the past two years, I have felt that countless people are calling me. Why - Jin Jialong changed his name?" Although it was a self-deprecating tone, Peter could still hear the anger in it.
"Master, this is all caused by a writer named Gilderoy Lockhart."
"Who is he?" Voldemort thought for a while and couldn't remember a powerful wizard named Lockhart.
"A bluffing guy! He's not worth mentioning to his master."
"You mean, just a liar made the magic world lose its fear of me." Voldemort's voice became colder again.
"No - Master, I never meant that. The reason why it was able to produce this effect was because he relied on that boy's deeds."
"...Hmph - it seems my last strike wasn't hard enough"
"I believe they will soon experience the terror of their master again."
"Of course. But this still requires the help of my dear servant."
"Master, I will do my best"
"I don't doubt it - Peter. You still need some materials to make the temporary body. I'll leave these to you."
"But - Master, it's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that I'm wanted by the Ministry of Magic -"
"Haha~ Give your master some confidence, Peter." Voldemort chuckled and stretched out the snake's tail in front of him, with a large bottle of potion wrapped around it.
"Polyjuice, I believe it can help you. Don't let me down."
"I promise, Master"
After taking the potion, Peter left.
.....
Early the next morning, Peter returned to the creek. After becoming familiar with the route, his pace became much faster.
He walked under a tree and pushed aside the weeds to reveal a small hidden hole. He reached in and took out his wand.