In the past thirteen years, Voldemort has only gone out a few times, but Quirrell has come the closest.

There was a lot to do that time. Attack Gringotts, slaughter centaurs, take Quirrell to Hogwarts to be a professor... brave the restricted area and outwit Dumbledore. (I think)

But after such a rush, Quirrell's body was finally broken by him.

Of course, Quirrell could have lived for a while, but he was too stupid to see the answer to such a simple puzzle.

idiot!

Deserved to be poisoned!

When occupying Quirrell's body, Voldemort also knew a little about the current state of Death Eaters.

Except for a few who were locked up in Azkaban, most of them were free. But no one dared to come to him.

That's why Voldemort would rather use Quirrell and be beaten by students every day than call his old department.

His power has been greatly diminished, and it is impossible to identify who is sincere and who has surrendered!

Being attacked by a student, although it hurts a bit, well...it hurts, but it is still safe after all.

Be patient, it's over.

He has endured it for more than ten years, and there is nothing he can't bear.

Now Voldemort is habitually doubting the loyalty of most Death Eaters.

Of course he was afraid that Wormtail would become Dumbledore's spy and deliberately bait him out.

Dumbledore likes fishing the most.

Voldemort thought he knew all about the Headmaster, with the vile Dumbledore in front of him, as if he had no clothes on...complete insight!

"No!" Peter shuddered and fell to his knees.

"Master, I killed the Potters, Black escaped again, I've been found...they won't let me go.

If I hadn't run fast, I would have been killed by Stark. "

Peter raised his broken left hand, stood up again, and quickly took off his trousers, wanting Voldemort to examine the wound underneath him up close.

By the way, give him some treatment to relieve the pain.

"Okay..." Voldemort interrupted impatiently. "Stark... of course you are not his opponent."

"Do you know Stark too?" Peter asked tremblingly.

"I know, these years, I've been missing this kid more and more." Voldemort gritted his teeth.

During the Gringotts incident and the slaughter of centaurs, Stark showed up and stopped him.

In the end, he killed his big baby basilisk and rescued Potter in the restricted area.

Voldemort hates him second only to Harry Potter and Dumbledore!

"No wonder you are willing to come to me, it turns out that there is no way to be chased."

"No... Master, I am really your most faithful servant!" Peter tried hard to defend. "There is no one more faithful than me in this world."

Voldemort laughed sarcastically. But he didn't pursue it.

Now is his darkest period.

After waiting for so many years, he no longer imagined that any Death Eater would care about his condition.

Wormtail, no matter how bad it was, was the only servant who came to the door.

That alone is worth the reward!

And because of the Potters, he really couldn't be Dumbledore's spy...or his own.

absolute!

Voldemort's voice was suddenly harsh.

"How did you know I was hiding in this place?"

"There has always been a legend that you are wandering in Albania," Peter explained. "I followed it all the way."

"The rats in the forest told me that there is a place in the deep forest that they dare not approach.

Many small animals like them were possessed by a shadow and then died..."

"Yes, it's me..." Voldemort laughed sharply. "It seems that your little friend is still useful."

The grass suddenly trembled, and there was the sound of animals sliding across.

Peter shuddered, feeling something slide down his thigh and onto him. But he didn't dare to move or put up his pants.

"Okay, turn around, Wormtail, my faithful servant." Voldemort's voice echoed in his ears.

Peter turned his head away, slumped to the ground in fright.

A long green snake was entrenched on his shoulder.

On the head of the long snake, a twisted face is attached:

The face was as dead-white as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and below were two slender nostrils like snakes.

Voldemort's state, giving Peter an evil feeling, like a mix of soul and darkness.

This boundless darkness terrified Peter. It wasn't just fear that grabbed him, it was something scarier than fear.

Peter shivered.

"Don't be afraid, I have lost my power and can only attach to this low-end creature." Voldemort whispered.

"But they can't bear my power, and they'll die soon... You're here just in time, you're a wizard, and you won't die."

Peter thought of Quirrell, and Harry had told Ron more than once that Voldemort was attached to the back of his head.

And then... Quirrell died.

Thinking of this, Peter shivered in the cold, and his eyes became terrified.

"Why, you don't want to?" Voldemort whispered: "You just said that you are my loyal servant.

Just help me and the Dark Lord will reward you! "

"No... master." Peter sobbed, tears mixed with rain. "Most wizards thought I died thirteen years ago.

Fudge still thinks so.

If I suddenly appeared in a prominent place, others would notice, possibly attracting Dumbledore. "

"That makes some sense." Voldemort sneered. He had never intended to use Peter.

Such a good servant can't die so soon.

He suddenly snapped, "What's in your pocket?"

"Yes... I caught the wizard on the way." Peter took out the groundhog and turned her back into Bertha.

"I remembered who it was, Bertha Jorkins, who was two years older than me at school."

At this time, Peter's memory suddenly improved.

He shouted, "After Bertha graduates, she seems to have gone to the Ministry of Magic, and you can use her."

Voldemort snorted and said softly, "You're still somewhat useful, not so useless.

Perhaps, I can torture a lot of interesting information. "

"But..." Voldemort dragged his voice, "It would be troublesome for an official from the Ministry of Magic to go missing...and Albania.

You take her away, who knows? ! "

"No one knows, but..." Peter lowered his head:

"I took her from the Prancing Horse Hotel. The guests and the boss there, you might guess."

"Go! Kill all the wizards in the inn." Voldemort said coldly.

"But with my strength..."

"Of course you can't." Voldemort sneered, "Going west from here, there's a flock of Voldemort bats.

You lead those animals to the inn, creating the illusion of accidental death. Voldebats attack Muggles and wizards from time to time.

No one will doubt us. "

"I... get it." Peter lowered his head.

Voldemort ignored Wormtail and thought about the inn.

Speaking of which, he and the boss were still acquaintances.

Fifty years ago, he had come across the man here in search of Ravenclaw's crown.

He has given a lot of help over the years, especially deliberately spreading the news that Voldemort is still alive in the Albanian forest.

The boss himself might just be hilarious, but that's what attracted Quirrell and Peter.

Sure enough, there is providence in the dark!

And now that Peter is here, the hotel is no longer needed.

You can only blame the boss, what's your name is bad, but it's... Tom.

You deserve to be called Tom too? !

Voldemort looked up into the sky, where large dark clouds were gathering like patches of smoke.

Jupiter sleeps deep.

He looked at the star with deep eyes ~lightnovelpub.net~.

The star was very close to the horizon at this time, passing through a thick layer of fog that gave it a terrifying red color.

For no reason, Voldemort remembered what the divination teacher Professor Cassandra Wabraski said when he was studying at Hogwarts:

Jupiter represents rekindling.

Obviously, even the astrological signs indicate that he is coming back!

But what Voldemort didn't know was that he wasn't the only one staring at the star.

Thousands of miles away, a teenager looked up in confusion and looked at the red Jupiter.

Bewildered.

A wizard with a hood... slowly emerges in the distance.

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