By the puddle deep in the forest, a black figure wearing a cloak stood quietly. At his feet, a young deer with its limbs tied fell to the ground and moaned softly. The voice was weak and hoarse, and it seemed that it had been there for some time.
Suddenly, the face covered by the hood lifted slightly. Following his movements, a short figure flashed beside the puddle without warning. There seemed to be something lying on his back.
"Where's the master?" The short figure put down the things he was carrying.
"It's almost time to eat," the shadow replied
"Is there no accident with the magic wand?" the short figure asked a little uneasily.
"Haha" Black Shadow sneered, "You can ask the Dark Lord yourself later"
"What do you mean!"
"snort--"
"..." He silently scolded the black shadow eight hundred times in his heart.
"Who is this?" The black shadow looked at the thing he put on the ground. It was a slightly thick woman.
"It has nothing to do with you," the short figure replied rudely.
So, the two people who didn't talk to each other fell silent and waited quietly for the appearance of the Dark Lord.
.....
meal
"I feel the breath of a stranger" the hoarse voice sounded on time
"Owner"
"The Dark Lord"
The two people who had remained aloof just now immediately greeted him respectfully.
"Fenrir, where is my lunch?"
"Ready." The tall black figure, Fenrir Greyback, threw the young deer, which was no longer able to scream.
Voldemort bent down and wrapped himself tightly around his lunch, opening the dark snake's mouth 180 degrees and devouring it from the head. With Nagini's huge size, it didn't take long for the young deer to be wrapped in its belly.
"Wormtail, how are you preparing the materials?" After finishing lunch, Voldemort started to get down to business.
"Master, I have posted a task on the bounty platform. I believe it won't take long to gather them all." The short figure is Peter.
"Well -" Voldemort hummed with satisfaction. Then he glanced at the figure lying on the ground, "Don't you want to explain?"
"Master, I obtained a major piece of information during this mission." Peter replied immediately.
"Oh?" Voldemort said suspiciously but said nothing.
"I learned that the Ministry of Magic is planning to restart the Triwizard Tournament this year."
"...Dear Peter, do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Voldemort was not as happy as Peter imagined, he didn't seem to believe it.
"Master -" Peter knelt down quickly, "I never deceived the master! The person I brought here is an employee of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic. She gave me a clear hint."
"Take her wand—wake her up," ordered Voldemort.
"Yes, Master" After hearing the order, Peter waved his wand to break the spell. As for Jorkins' wand, he had already put it away.
"Uh-" With a soft groan, Jorkins slowly regained consciousness.
"Are you awake?" When she heard the strange voice asking, she immediately recalled her situation.
She stood up and stretched out her hand to take out the wand. But the feeling of nothingness made her heart instantly sink to the bottom. Jorkins, who knew he was in danger, looked at everyone present. As expected, there was Peter Pettigrew.
There was a tall black figure wearing a cloak, and a giant python.
"You are Fenrir Greyback!" Jorkins exclaimed after seeing the black figure's face clearly. Greyback's beastly face is highly recognizable.
"What do you want to do with Pettigrew?" She continued in a deep voice.
"Our little kid is very brave~" At this time, a sudden voice answered her
Jorkins was horrified to find that the terrifying sound came from the giant python next to her. She thought it was just an ordinary animal.
"You...you are...who..." Inexplicable fear suddenly swept through his body, and the cool breeze that blew by became bitingly cold.
"Who am I?... Honey, you are really hard on me... Well... I just remember that it is a scary title - but what does it matter? I am just a little snake that needs to be fed by others.
That's all," Voldemort said slowly and logically.
"You are... you are Fu-fu... on the ground..." I noticed the respectful expressions of Pettigrew and Fenrir, and then connected it with what it had just said. The memories that had been sealed away began to loosen.
"Ha - I take back what I just said. It seems that my title is not that scary." Voldemort teased himself. "So - I have answered your question, should you satisfy my curiosity?"
"..." Jorkins stopped talking.
"Today's young people really don't understand etiquette," it sighed, and then "Wormtail"
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
"Ahhhhhh! !" The piercing screams startled countless birds in the forest. Jorkins twisted her body in pain on the ground, and she felt countless blades provoking her nerves.
The bone-deep pain lasted for more than ten seconds before Peter withdrew his wand. In this moment, Jorkins' clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Wormtail, don't be so rude to our friends," Voldemort scolded, "Can you answer a few questions for me now?"
"What do you want to know -" the voice came out high-pitched and hoarse. In just over ten seconds, the high-frequency screams had already torn the vocal cords.
"Good boy. What activities is the Ministry of Magic preparing for recently?"
"The World Cup and the top three...competition - the competition for hegemony"
As soon as these words came out, Voldemort fell into silence. Fenrir and Pettigrew did not dare to disturb him.
a long time
"Or those three schools?" it asked
"Um"
"Which school will host it?"
"Hog...Watts"
"time?"
"It's only confirmed that it will be in the next semester, the specific time has not yet been determined..."
"What's new?"
"Because a student died before, all contestants this time must be students over the age of seventeen to register." After a while, Jorkins recovered a lot.
"Seventeen years old..."
Another moment of silence
"Who is hosting?"
"Co-hosted by Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports"
"Barty...Barty...Is little Barty still in Azkaban?" Thinking of this loyal servant, Voldemort asked softly.
"Little Barty?" Jorkins showed hesitation. She could feel that the name was familiar, but she just couldn't remember it.
When "Barty Crouch's son, Barty Jr." saw this, Voldemort reminded him
"..." Jorkins thought for a long time before replying, "I don't know what little Barty is."
"I don't know..." Upon hearing this, Voldemort's voice became obviously colder.
Peter, who was next to "Master", quickly said, "Her memory is really not very good. I have heard about her before. Because of her forgetfulness, she is often rushed from one department to another. She basically stays in all departments of the Ministry of Magic."
She has gone through it again. And because of work pressure, she has been even more forgetful recently."
"No," Voldemort said lightly, "According to your statement, she should also have worked under Old Barty. As the biggest black spot in Old Barty's life, I don't believe that the staff at the Ministry of Magic have not discussed this matter. Let alone
I believe his men have never heard of this man."
"That - what the master means..."
"Let her tell the truth"
"Understood" Peter instantly understood Voldemort's intention. He raised his wand and "Legilimency!"
Jorkins' expression immediately became dull after being hit by the curse.
"You can ask, Master" Peter said
"Who is Barty Crouch Jr.?"
"I don't know" is the same as the previous answer.
"Master, she didn't lie"
"Who is Barty Crouch Jr.?" Voldemort continued to ask, ignoring Pettigrew.
"have no idea"
"Who is Barty Crouch Jr.?"
"I don't know...I don't know" Jiaokins' face suddenly became confused.
"Who is Barty Crouch Jr.?" The voice with a huge sense of oppression became stronger and stronger every time.
"Little... Barty... Little Barty..." Under Voldemort's mental pressure, there was finally a change. Jorkins held his head in slight pain and muttered to himself.
"Haha——" Voldemort grinned triumphantly, "Her memory has been manipulated."
"Master, what you mean is that the part of her memory about Barty Crouch Jr. has been blocked by someone using a forgetting spell?"
"You're very smart, Wormtail."
"Why would Barty do this?" Greyback on the side asked puzzledly. The werewolf's brain was not very good and he could not understand the purpose of doing this. After all, little Barty's story could be considered known to everyone, just erase it
What is the meaning of the memories of my subordinates?
"Dear Fenrir, the person who knows why Barty did what he did is right in front of you. But you come to ask me——"
"I'm sorry - Lord Dark Lord, I - I -" Hearing this, Greyback fell to the ground, too frightened to speak.
"Haha~ What are you doing? I'm just reminding you" Voldemort laughed in a terrifying voice
However, Greyback still did not get up. The Dark Lord was moody, who knew whether what he said was true or false.
"Master, I can break her forgetfulness spell." Seeing Greyback's appearance, Pettigrew felt extremely happy. He immediately expressed his willingness to share the worries of his master.
"Don't worry, my dear Wormtail. You have brought me a lot of important information in succession - you have contributed a lot and I will remember it. But this person may still be useful. With your rudimentary magic, even if you are lucky enough to break the forgetting curse,
It will also cause her to lose her life. It would be safer to wait until the temporary body is completed and let me perform the surgery myself. What do you think?"
"Of course!" Peter immediately knelt on the ground, "Nothing can resist the great master!"
"Hmm~" Seeing the attitude of the two servants, Voldemort sighed with satisfaction. Is the reason why he worked so hard for love and peace? Isn't it just for this - to make everyone awe.
"Everyone, get up"
Voldemort spoke clearly, and the two dared to stand up.
"Wormtail, the progress is about to speed up." Peter heard this as soon as he stood up.
"I'll do it right away - Master"
"Take her with you. Control her, pretend everything is normal, and don't arouse suspicion."
"Master, please rest assured"
"Well~ I need to rest after being out for so long. I hope I can hear your good news next time we meet - Peter"