The suppressed roar of pain settled in the dim room. There were stars tonight, there were clouds, but not many, and even less starlight could break through the curtains.
There are shadows all over the corners of the wall, the ceiling and under the table. They are lying quietly everywhere, indifferent to the encounters of the same kind - the one who was struggling and twitching a few days ago.
"Ha, my servant, Peter Pedillo, the hero who resisted the Dark Lord, it seems that you are deeply pleased to be able to participate in the enemy's celebration."
"Ah, no, Master, I never thought of resisting you, never, never..."
Two voices came out of one body. Peter crouched on the ground tremblingly and wailed. After hearing "Hero who resisted the Dark Lord", he seemed to see a green light waiting to choose someone to devour.
"Yes, Peter, you don't have the guts."
The crazy voice became softer.
"But please tell me, after seven months, where is our goal? Huh?!"
The broken snake body twisted on the man's chest, and he became increasingly dissatisfied.
He knew all about Peter's little thoughts. The Dark Lord had never believed in the loyalty of others, nor did he need loyalty.
Fear can achieve the same effect as loyalty.
All he needs are chess pieces that can make him profit.
Ever since he lost his strength, Voldemort's mind has never been clearer. The noisy murmurs that once disturbed his heart all the time were the powerful foundation that brought him to the top and the source of his fall.
A super beast with chaotic thinking will achieve the glory of a hunter sooner or later.
Unfortunately, by the time he noticed it, he could no longer look back.
Ironically, when he lost most of his strength, the disturbance that followed became much weaker, but Mr. Riddle was not greedy for this moment of peace, because in this way, the fear he could sustain would become
It is not enough to continue to maintain the "loyalty" of the servant.
Voldemort understood this.
Peter didn't dare to understand.
But at certain moments, the more I know there are things I shouldn't think about, my thoughts can't help but wander around them.
The Dark Lord's roar brought fear to Peter, but after the habitual fear, he became more aware of the other party's weakness.
"Lord, master, give me some more time, and I will definitely get that gentleman's token within two months."
Peter shouted with all his strength that he had found some clues at the previous birthday party, but Voldemort did not give him a chance to defend himself.
In other words, the lingering Dark Lord is just venting his anger.
The man stood up and tried his best to clear his mind, but there was a strange color in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.
Reprimand, punish rather than destroy, maybe Voldemort is weaker than he suspected.
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The morning sun awakened the sleeping forest. Last night's celebration lasted for a long time. They hadn't seen each other for several months. The furry friends were greedy for Aini's every touch.
You can enjoy the shade by leaning against a big tree.
With Sylvie's back, everything in the Forbidden Forest is there.
As time goes by, Jerry's soul recovers, grows stronger, and his thinking becomes more agile.
The little guy couldn't wait to try out all the novelties he came across, and even brewed a batch of "rat wine" with Sylvie's help.
The taste is surprisingly good, and because it's mixed with a lot of magic fruits, it doesn't taste overpowering, but it's very strong.
You can see this just by looking at the strange little unicorns on Aini's bed and the unicorns stretching out in the woods outside the house.
Perhaps they felt Aini's departure in their sleep. The little ones turned around to look for traces of their master, huddled together, and hugged each other as if they had found comfort and were looking for sweet dreams again.
"Good morning, Sylvie, thank you."
As soon as he got downstairs, Ani saw the forest elf who was helping him prepare breakfast.
"Good morning, Aini, try my newly cultivated fruit."
After setting up the fruit plate, Sylvie transformed back into the form of a little fairy and landed on Aini's shoulder, watching him pick up the fruit and bite into it, the juice overflowing.
"Suck~"
Before the overflowing juice could fall down, it flew to Aini's lips under an inexplicable pull and was sucked into his mouth.
Aini's eyes lit up. The fruit felt very hard when he picked it up, but when he took a bite, it was filled with sweet juice. It was the best thing to start his appetite early.
“Awesome!”
Aini picked up the yellow bread-shaped fruit on the flower plate, took a bite and gave a thumbs up.
"As long as you like it."
Sylvie crossed her legs happily, but only part of it was because of Aini's praise, and the rest was because of her joy at his return.
After enjoying the wonderful breakfast, Aini held Sylvie on his lap, took out a colorless multi-faceted crystal and handed it over.
This is a rare item obtained in exchange for fishing bait, and it is also the highest achievement of alchemy in the magical world.
Although it looks very different from Flamel's piece, it is indeed the magic stone, natural and flawless.
There was no brilliant brilliance or fluctuation of magic power. When the magic stone touched Sylvie's fingertips, the crystal stone, which was originally similar in size to the fairy, quickly shrunk and became more rounded, rippling with vibrant emerald green.
Natural and flawless.
Anyone who sees it will give the same evaluation, and deeply realize that perfection does not mean adding one point to make it fatter or trimming one point to make it thinner; it does not mean having no regrets and being just right.
Perfection is perfection, no matter how much is added, subtracted, or changed, no flaws can be found.
Natural and flawless.
"A small gift, one of the rewards of this trip."
Seeing the cute little mouth of the forest elf open slightly, Aini felt very satisfied.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
Sylvie looked at the "green fruit" in her palm with fascination and couldn't put it down.
Most of the magical items that are extremely effective for wizards have little effect on Sylvia.
The latter's size is too huge. Even though she is so small standing on Aini's lap, the Forbidden Forest is actually her true body.
But the magic stone is different. Although the energy inside is not much for Sylvie, the rules contained in it allow her to see a further step.
Putting the magic stone into her body, Sylvie held up her palms, and various fruits poured out of thin air, quickly filling the tree house to the brim.
In the past, if she wanted to promote fruit, she also needed a carrier, branches, vines, roots, leaves, she had to have something to rely on.
After obtaining the magic stone, she obviously took a step further in her creative power.
A bright green light flashed through, slowly condensing into a miniature humanoid outline. As time went by, a little fairy of the same style as Sylvie gradually turned from virtual to real.
"Pa~"
Before the little fairy completely solidified, it dispersed into green light that filled the room with a slight crackling sound.
"Not even close."
Sylvie stared blankly into the air, sighed in disappointment, and her two perky little ears drooped.