Chapter 126: Set fire to the mountain and sit in jail!
The night was deep and shrouded the earth, the wind and snow were howling by, and even the moon in the sky looked particularly cold.
A low figure wandered aimlessly in the thick snow. The cold wind grabbed hold of him and penetrated the layers of wool and leather, making his teeth chatter.
Peter Pettigrew huddled up in his cloak and carefully poked his head into his head and said:
"Master, is Nico Flamel's manor really here? I only saw a wilderness. Could that woman lie to us?"
During the years of being a pet in the Weasley family, Peter often traveled from dormitory to dormitory, stealing Galleons from Gryffindor students.
In order to get rich quickly, Peter didn't even let go of Ron's measly pocket money. Ron often didn't get the money until school started, but when he arrived at Hogwarts in the evening, Peter took it away.
Peter worked hard for more than ten years and "saved" a little bit of wealth like an ant moving.
The original plan was to use the money to go to the United States when I got old, but now I have used it all to buy information about Nicol Flamel's estate.
After spending so many galleons, if I bought false information, I would be a pure injustice.
When he thought of this, Peter wanted to die!
"Wormtail, don't worry, if that woman dares to deceive the Dark Lord, I will let her know what cruelty is!"
A voice sounded from Peter's body. The voice was sharp and thin, as cold as the cold wind.
Peter twitched his lips, he was very doubtful of the Dark Lord's words.
That woman has offended many wizards over the years, including many celebrities and dark wizards.
Many people have asked for her arms and legs, but so far no one has been able to do so. She is still alive and active in the magical world.
That woman is more cautious than Peter!
With the Dark Lord like this, where can he find trouble for her?
Voldemort also felt Peter's worry, and he continued to comfort him:
"Don't worry, Wormtail, it's just a few Galleons, it's gone... After you help me resurrect, what kind of wealth do you want? Gringotts is all yours!"
The cake was so big and round that Peter was so excited that he quickly smiled flatteringly and said:
"Master, actually you want to be resurrected. There is no need for us to snatch Nico Flamel's magic stone. You said that you need the bones of your father, the flesh of your servants and the blood of your enemies.
The first two are easy to obtain, but as for the blood of the enemy..."
"I only want Harry Potter." Voldemort said in an unquestionable tone.
"But it can be done without Harry Potter, Master, and it's easy to do." Peter bent down and whispered:
"As long as you allow me to leave you for a short while... I will be back here within two days and bring you a suitable candidate."
"I just want Harry Potter!"
Voldemort was like a disobedient child. After seeing the toys on the roadside, he started to play around and ask for them like a bitch.
Peter was silent, surrounded by only the whistling of the wind and snow. After a moment, he said in a low voice:
"Master, it is too difficult to harm Harry Potter. He is now closely protected by Dumbledore..."
"I know." Voldemort said slowly with a cold voice, "That's why I asked you to come to Nico Flamel's manor to snatch the Philosopher's Stone."
"..."
Peter had a headache. Aren't these two things equally dangerous?
No... maybe it would be easier to catch Harry Potter at Hogwarts.
Peter and Harry had slept in the same dormitory for two years, and occasionally even slept in the same bed. He knew Harry well...
A typical Gryffindor stupid lion.
To put it more bluntly...brainless!
Just when Peter was thinking about how to persuade the Dark Lord to give up snatching the Philosopher's Stone for the time being, Voldemort whispered:
"What, Wormtail, you are so wavering, do you want to abandon me? Maybe this job of serving me has bored you, isn't it?"
The Dark Lord's words are very mysterious
Resentment is like a resentful woman who is about to be abandoned, but her voice is extremely cold.
"Of course not, Master!" Peter's voice was filled with panic. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:
"I'm just...I'm just a little anxious because I can't find Nico Flamel's manor. I have absolutely no intention of leaving you. I'm loyal to you."
"That's good." Voldemort said hoarsely:
"As for Nico Flamel's manor, it must have been hidden by the Loyalty Curse."
"Don't worry, as long as the manor is in this area, just set it on fire. Nico Flamel's manor is so big, it will always be swallowed up by the Fire Curse."
Peter visibly flinched when he heard the magic of the Red Loyalty Charm. He thought of the dead James and Lily.
"Okay, don't be dazed, Wormtail." Voldemort urged: "Take off your shirt quickly and let me control you."
Peter took off his cloak tremblingly. In the freezing wind, his lips were blue and he was shivering.
Peter quickly pulled his shirt open, revealing a chest with a ferocious face.
Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, sniffed lightly with his two snake-like nostrils, and breathed in the fresh air.
Voldemort sighed: "To be honest, Wormtail, although you are short and ugly, your body is far stronger than Quirrell.
The smooth feeling when I control your body is far better than Quirrell... Don't worry, I will treat it gently and not be too violent."
"..."
Voldemort had taken over control of Peter's body. He suddenly raised his wand, and a small black flame appeared on the tip of the wand.
Even in such a heavy wind and snow, the fire showed no intention of extinguishing. Instead, it swayed leisurely like grass in the cold wind.
Voldemort raised his wand to the sky, and the devil's flame suddenly bounced out and turned into a fiery snake.
The black fire python, wrapped in flames, was spinning rapidly around Voldemort. He raised his wand, raised it with his hand, and said softly:
"go!"
It was originally a slender fire snake that swam out, just shaking its head and tail. In an instant, it turned into a giant beast that was more than ten meters long and swept away in all directions.
The thick snow on the ground melted instantly. Not only that, the snowflakes falling in the sky also turned into little drops of rain in the hot flames.
But those raindrops did not fall on the ground, but evaporated instantly when they were a few meters above Voldemort's head.
In the steaming mist, a handsome blond boy suddenly appeared. His voice was gentle, like that of an elder, and he warned sternly:
"Tom, set the mountain on fire and sit in jail...you'd better get lost, otherwise I won't mind sending you to Azkaban this Christmas."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at Rolf.
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(Thanks to "Book Friends" and "I Love a Shiba Inu" for their tips.)