"As long as you serve me well, Lord Voldemort will not treat you badly." Voldemort said with satisfaction.
"I will show my loyalty, Master" Peter replied
"I'm looking forward to it. But now, let's invite our friend in. He has bad legs and feet. This is not the way to treat guests~ Nagini." Voldemort suddenly changed the subject.
Peter also reacted very quickly. Upon hearing Voldemort's reminder, he waved his wand forward, and the ajar door was immediately opened.
Outside the house, stood a stooped old man. His hair was long, dry and thick. He held a shovel in his left hand and a lantern in his right hand. He wore a pair of dirty military rubber boots at his feet. He had no shirt on and wore a pair of faded overalls. It was dim.
His face could not be seen clearly under the candlelight, but the fear in his eyes revealed the owner's inner state.
"Come in - dear Frank Wormtail, turn my chair around. Why are you so rude?" said the gentle voice.
"Uh...Okay, Master." Peter hesitated for a moment, then tremblingly stepped forward and turned the chair.
At this moment, the man named Frank's forehead was covered with sweat, and his right hand holding the lamp trembled involuntarily. The weak candle flame also began to sway with his movements - getting darker and darker. He wanted to run away, but behind him
The giant python blocked the way.
"We meet again... huh? You are different from before. Time flies so fast - I remember I was only a teenager at the time." Voldemort turned around and said as if he was chatting. He was completely unaware of himself.
What a big impact it has on others.
"You!...You are...what..." Looking at the baby wrapped in a blanket on the chair, Frank was so frightened that he couldn't speak.
"You actually forgot about me? How sad - I thought what happened to the Riddle family was enough for you to remember for a lifetime."
"You...you are that...that boy!" Memories of the dead suddenly emerged.
"Hehe - let me tell you~ your brain is not as useless as that broken leg."
After learning the identity of the deformed baby in front of him, Frank completely lost his composure. He involuntarily stepped back, but the python had already attached itself to his body from behind, and the snake's head was also placed next to his head. As the core continued to spit out, it let out a sound.
An inexplicable sound.
"I know - I know, don't worry ~ Nagini"
"..."
The hissing sound continued. Frank, unable to move, suddenly came up with a ridiculous idea... the man in front of him could talk to snakes.
The moment the thought occurred, a chill instantly ran through his body. He suddenly felt a weightless feeling of falling. The person in front of him seemed to be standing on a high place, watching himself slowly fall into the abyss. The distance became farther and farther, until
Eaten by darkness.
"I haven't seen an acquaintance for a long time, and I wanted to chat more. But Nagini seems like she can't wait any longer. Then...do you have anything else to say?" The indifferent tone sounded like an ultimatum.
"I...I..." Fear not only gnawed at his will, but also seemed to strangle his throat. He tried hard to howl...but no matter how hard he strained his throat, he could only make a beast-like sound.
Grow.
"It seems not"
Frank, who was at the end of his rope, watched it gracefully lift a wooden stick with its disproportionate hands.
"How long has it been...Goodbye, Frank?" After saying that, a light flashed out.
"Really green..." This green light, which symbolizes life, is Frank's last impression of the world.
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Early morning, 16 Bakers Street
"Are you okay yet?" Betty knocked on Ivy's bedroom door.
"Coming - coming"
The door opened with a sound. After Ivey walked out of the room, he carefully closed the door again.
"Let's go"
"Rebel isn't coming with us?"
"Eileen said to take her to apparate directly."
Go down the stairs to the living room
"Go and meet Harry and the others?"
"Well, The Burrow."
The two grabbed a handful of Floo powder and disappeared into the house.
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Burrow
As a burst of flames rose, Ivy and Betty arrived here.
After "Mr. Arthur, Mrs. Molly, excuse me" appeared, the two people said hello immediately.
"Hey - welcome, haven't you eaten yet? Come quickly~" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley greeted warmly
"It's really a timely help." The two of them were polite and sat down at the dining table as a matter of course.
"Irene and the others..." Mrs. Molly asked while cooking.
"They are lazy and will simply disapparate when the time comes."
"Haha - it fits her style very well" Mr. Arthur said with a smile.
"Where are Ron and the others?" Ivy asked
"I'll ask them - Arthur, to look at the pot for me." Mrs. Molly ordered and climbed up the stairs.
"Mr. Arthur, you must be very busy recently, right?" After she left, Ivey chatted.
"Much better," Arthur replied, fiddling with the tickets. "The preliminary work has been completed long ago. Otherwise, how would I have time to watch the game? If not some time ago, I didn't even have time to eat. Just thinking of ways to arrange the door keys has already cost our company
Racked my brains. That's not so bad! Didn't you see that the Department of Magical Games and Sports - it's one person for ten people! Bertha Jorkins was called back halfway through her annual leave. Everyone
Everyone is so busy that they are dizzy—except, of course, their director."
"It's really hard," he replied lightly, his expression expressionless. But his heart was not as calm as he showed.
Bertha Jorkins... If I remember correctly, this person should have been dead long ago. Was it because of the changes caused by his previous actions - or...
"Port key? Is it the kind of thing that can transport people to a designated place?" Betty asked
"That's right. Oh - that's right." Mr. Arthur, who was sorting out the tickets, suddenly stood up and turned around excitedly, "What do you think?"
Mr. Arthur is now dressed like a western cowboy from the last century. Shirt, vest, wide belt, and bell-bottomed leather pants.
"It suits you very well~Mr. Arthur" Betty smiled.
"Like Muggles? We need to hide our identities when we go there," he asked eagerly.
"It's perfect." Ivey also nodded.
"What's perfect?" Ron's voice suddenly came from the stairs.
Several sleepy people followed Mrs. Molly downstairs.
"Hi~ You're very energetic," Ivey greeted.
"Hi~ You are here" the boys and girls replied
"Isn't the godfather here yet?" Harry said, rubbing his eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, another flame ignited in the fireplace of the burrow.
"Long time no see - everyone" Sirius walked out of the flames with a decent demeanor
"You're here just in time, let's eat." Mrs. Molly asked him to sit down.
"Charlie and Bill aren't here? Where's Percy?" Ivy looked at the people present.
"They can apparate, so they can sleep longer," Mrs. Molly explained while serving food to everyone.
"So they're still sleeping! Why can't we apparate too?" Fred said angrily.
"Because you are not old enough and have not passed the exam"
"Do you still need to pass the Apparition test?" Harry asked curiously
"Of course. If you don't want to be separated," Mr. Arthur said.
"But why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny looked out the window. A vague light had just appeared on the horizon.
"It's still a ways to go," replied Mr. Arthur.
"Walking? We're going to watch the World Cup on foot?" Harry said
"No, no, no, that's too far. We only need to walk a short distance. In fact, it is so early to avoid Muggles. Because a large number of wizards gather together, it is difficult not to attract the attention of Muggles. So we
Have to be careful”
"Tch—it's unnecessary." George curled his lips, put his hand into his pocket and shook it, making a slight collision sound.
"George!" His movement caught Mrs. Molly's attention.
"What - what's wrong?" George immediately clutched his pockets and replied with a guilty conscience.
"What's in your pocket?" said Mrs. Molly, expressionlessly.
"It's nothing! It's just some snacks." He covered his face tighter.
"Don't lie to me!" Mrs. Molly pointed her wand at George's pocket. "Fly here!"
As the curse was shouted, some colorful things flew out of George's pocket.
George tried to reach for them, but missed. They flew straight into Mrs. Molly's hands.
"Fat Tongue Toffee! It's these things again - I told you to destroy these things!" Mrs. Molly was furious. She looked at the twins, "There must be more! Take them out!"
The twins wanted to run, but——
"Come on! Come on! Come on!"
Mrs. Molly continued to cast spells, and large pieces of toffee flew out from the Gemini's jacket, lining, trousers - and even the cuffs. In short, no matter where you can think of, or where you can't think of - they are all stuffed to the brim.
"It took us half a year to make these things!" Seeing his treasure falling into his mother's hands, Fred shouted aggrievedly.
"Ha-Have you spent half a year on this? That's great!" Mrs. Molly laughed angrily, "No wonder O.W.L. couldn't get good grades in the exam!"
"It's okay if you pass it. We just want to open a joke shop, and we don't want to enter the Ministry of Magic." George argued.
"You still say! You don't have any ambition, you just find ways to get into trouble all day long!"
"We are not Percy! Don't force his ideas on us!"
....
Both sides argued vigorously, and no one else dared to interrupt. Even Mr. Arthur buried his head behind the newspaper.
When they left, the atmosphere was not very friendly. The Weasley twins didn't say a word to their mother.
"Father, don't you care about your wife?" On the way, the twins began to denounce their father.
"Molly is right," Mr. Arthur said seriously, "Although I don't require you to enter the Ministry of Magic, the consequences of inventing those things and selling them to others are very bad. You know how many complaint letters there are at Hogwarts every semester.
Are you sending it? If this continues, you may be summoned by the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic."
"It's not that serious? It's just some gadgets. What do you think - Ivy" George wanted to find a helper
"That's considered a minor crime," Ivy said in a threatening tone, "If this were the crime of smuggling dangerous goods in the Muggle world. If you look at wizards, you might get three to five years of training in Azkaban."