Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The little Hangerton under the curtain of the night seemed serene and quiet. A solitary moon in the sky was emitting a soft light, and the faint silver gleam filled the whole village. The life of the villagers here was very ordinary, only two or three years ago. They have one more post-dinner talk, that is, Riddle House is completely abandoned. Since Frank, the old gardener in that family, disappeared one night completely and never returned. Since then, Riddle House has completely fallen into the eyes of everyone. As long as it is a family with children, parents will repeatedly warn their children not to take risks there. The old house has been cursed and will bring them ignorance.

So far, even though it has been a long time since Frank disappeared, no one dared to set foot in that old house.

The rich man who owns this house for "tax" reasons doesn't care that the gardener he hired is missing. Maybe he doesn't know these little things at all. This is just one of the many properties under his name. Nothing more than a worthy residence.

The police in the township also pretended that nothing happened, except that a widow and lonely old man who had no relatives disappeared, and he couldn't get rid of it.

However, tonight, the desolate Riddle House welcomes new guests, or it can be said that it is the true owner of a long absence.

A cold night breeze whizzed across the ground, blowing the weeds on the roadside and the height of people, making a rustle.

A small man in a black cloak, cowering, groping along a winding path, came to the gate of Riddle's House, while walking, and constantly looking around , For fear of being discovered by others, and at the same time the strong wind blew his cloak so that it made a "huh la la la" sound.

"Wormtail, have you fallen to the point of fear of Muggles now?" A cold, serpent neighing voice came from the man's arms and said in a mocking tone.

"Master, I'm just worried..." The man's voice looked terrified and nervous, and his body kept trembling. People who didn't know saw it, and might think he was trembling because of the cold.

But Peter Pettigrew knew that this was the result of all fears, and he was afraid of the man he was holding in his arms and wrapped in a bag.

Voldemort, his former master, was found by him.

"Where is Nagini?" Voldemort interrupted Peter Pettigrew and asked instead.

"Master, it should have been hidden somewhere in the house." Peter Pettigrew said respectfully, then took out his wand from behind and said to the gate of Riddle's Mansion: "Ahora is open."

The old iron gate opened in response, making a "creaking" sound. It was too long without anyone taking care of it, and the iron rods were covered with rust marks.

The originally flat grassland has been left unattended for a long time and has become overgrown with weeds.

Peter Pettigrew walked in.

"What were you worried about?" Voldemort's tone grew colder."Worry about that old man? Or are you worried about me being found? Wormtail?" Voldemort's tone was extremely gloomy at this time.

Peter Pettigrew shook his head in a panic, "No, Master, you will be able to regain your strength soon." He said in a panic, even though Voldemort is only sluggish and weak now, Peter Pettigrew He didn't dare to be disrespectful in the face of him, but became more respectful, for fear of when he might offend him.

Then my only hope is gone.

The fate of Peter Pettigrew is now completely pinned on the man in his arms. If it can restore its strength, then as a servant of the snow, he will of course receive supreme awards. Once he fails, he will only have a long wait. His escape life, until he was arrested and brought to justice by Auror one day, the last to greet him will be the endless loneliness of Azkaban.

"You're lying." For some reason, Voldemort's voice at this time was actually softened, and it became smoother, with a slightly chilling smile.

Their passing was very embarrassing.

For some reason, shortly after Peter Pettigrew found Voldemort through communicating with his "kind", Dumbledore actually found their whereabouts, making them eager to run for their lives.

Voldemort in this state has no chance of winning against Dumbledore.

In the forests of Albania, the two of them ran in a hurry. With the help of their familiarity with the terrain, they could escape. No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, it is difficult to find them accurately in the endless ancient forest. The spell cast by Peter Pettigrew could only be effective.

Voldemort looked very angry, he had never been so embarrassed in his life!

Even more than ten years ago, when he killed the Potters and was bounced back to death by the death curse, it was only his failure. Not long ago, Dumbledore’s pursuit was the first time he was killed. Fleeing like a mourning dog.

The extreme anger brought extreme calmness. Now he can only choose to endure, wait for his strength to recover, and then take revenge.

"Master, I don't..." Peter Pettigrew only felt his hair stand up and hurriedly denied.

"I don't mind, Wormtail, I guess what you think." Voldemort's tone suddenly became more generous. "I don't think you came to me because of your loyalty to me. That's right. Right?"

Peter Pettigrew's hands shook like chaff, but he did not dare to relax, because as long as he let go, his master would fall to the ground, and his forehead would be covered with cold sweat.

"Look into my eyes." Voldemort said suddenly, and the scarlet, narrowed eyes suddenly opened, with unquestionable authority, and ordered Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew’s eyes were subconsciously looking at Voldemort, and then he found that his brain began to become groggy. The pair of eyes seemed to have magical powers, making him unconsciously immersed in it, as if absorbing everything. The black hole swallowed his sobriety.

"Oh, it seems that you are very reluctant to come to me?" It took me some time before Peter Pettigrew recovered, and then he heard such a sentence that made him fall in love.

"My loyal servant gave you such a good opportunity to assist you. You seem to covet some wealth that you shouldn't enjoy? Wormtail?" Voldemort's cruel voice sounded again, every time he said a phrase, Peter Pettigrew His body will tremble again.

"Master, that's because..." Peter Pettigrew still wanted to explain, but found that whatever he said would only be pale and feeble.

His master has read the memory in his mind to one side, and there is nothing left.

"A servant who is not so loyal can find me easily, but a servant who is dead-hearted has nothing to do. Oh, it's really ironic." Voldemort's voice became sharp again.

Pettigrew Peter felt that his sweat had not only soaked his back, but had even spread to his cloak.

"But the Dark Lord is always gracious to his servants. For whatever reason, the disloyal servant returned to my side with all his energy." If the child of Malfoy did not persecute you, do you want to Postpone this plan to pursue me for another month?Three months?Even one year, ten years?"Voldemort said gloomily, which made Peter Pettigrew's heart more suspended.

"Oh, I saw that there are still a lot of witches secretly giving you Qiubo, right, Wormtail? You are still envious of those friends you betrayed. As a follower, how much you desire to follow you People are the same, so you chose to betray them and then take refuge in me."

In the dark night, the moonlight faced Peter Pettigrew, but even so, he could still guess that the blood on his face had completely faded.

"Voldemort appreciates people who can judge the situation." Voldemort's voice suddenly became cheerful.

"There is no shame in admitting his failure, but Dumbledore didn't know how to find us and chased us into a panic, but what's the use? He is old, half-footed. Stepped into the coffin, and I, even though I look like this now, I am still alive after all..." At this time, he had recovered completely.

"Master, you will surely regain your strength." Peter Pettigrew said expectantly, with just the right amount of worship and fanaticism in his eyes.

"The news you brought should be true. I didn't expect that even such a short period of wealth would allow you to get so much useful news." Voldemort said lightly at this time, "and I have confirmed just now, you No lie, the news is true, and no one can escape Voldemort's dementia, right?"

Peter Pettigrew could only endure his unhappiness, nodding his head in response.

No one wants to be looked at the memory, no matter how close people are, because everyone will have some secrets in their hearts that can never be shared with others.

"You seem to be dissatisfied? Wormtail? Dissatisfied because I searched your memory?" Voldemort seemed to notice his mood, and said coldly.

"No...Master..." Just as Peter Pettigrew wanted to explain, he was interrupted by Voldemort's low cry.

"Nagini!" Voldemort's tone at this time contained an unconcealable panic.

Then a giant snake that was at least twelve feet long crawled quickly, its broad body undulating like a wave, and its rapid swimming collision with the surrounding weeds triggered a rustling sound, and finally lay across the body of Peter Peter. Next, with its sturdy body, he took Voldemort from Peter Pettigrew, and tied a knot in his tail, hiding Voldemort's package in between, appearing very secure.

"He's here again, remember your mission, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was extremely cold.

"Nagini, go." Voldemort said, and then the big snake led him to flee frantically, got out of the gate of Riddle's House, and ran towards the nearby mountains and forests, and Pettigrew immediately used it. His wand quickly transformed into the form of a rat, and he found another direction full of weeds, and drilled one end. There were countless caves and crypts in the mountains and forests, enough for him to hide.

Not long after the two left, a tall and thin old man suddenly appeared in the void above Riddle's Mansion. He was wearing a silver wizard robe embroidered with patterns, and the pale silver moonlight shone on him. His face was white with beard and hair, and his long white beard was about to fall to his feet. At this moment, his whole person seemed to be fused with the moonlight, looking aloof.

This old man is no one else.It was the man Voldemort feared the most-Albus Dumbledore.

The wise old man glanced at the entire mansion and found nothing more, and shook his head like a sigh. Then his body gradually disappeared in the air, as if he had never been here.

Voldemort, who was lingering and panting, cherished his life more than usual, and was more sensitive to danger.

Once arrogant, his strength brought him capital.

Being arrogant without a hole card is stupid.

Under the curtain of night, Peter Pettigrew was sneaking in the desolate and ruined night. The dirty body of the mouse looked extraordinarily dexterous, moving back and forth through scattered rocks and bushes, and he found a few more of him. The so-called "kind", after a brief questioning, Peter Pettigrew once again found his own cave where he could shelter briefly.

The cave was wet and various unknown insects crawled around. Peter Pettigrew thought he was accustomed to this kind of treatment and could bear it, but the huge gap in his heart caused him to have different emotions. .

It is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality.

When he enjoys the glory that has been watched by millions of people, let him humbly to flatter and to please, always a little unwilling.

Peter Pettigrew regretted it now. He had had the opportunity to enjoy the glory all the time, but he did not cherish that opportunity.

Even though Malfoy had warned him many times, he had been procrastinating for time, and finally tasted retribution, and even let Voldemort see his memory, knowing of his disloyal past, which made him even more frightened.

How much he missed the treatment he received not long ago.

In addition to regret, another emotion breeds in his heart-that is hatred.

Without Malfoy's persecution, he would still be able to enjoy his heroic treatment with peace of mind. Why did he have to find the master who had been defeated twelve years ago?

That master is cruel and ruthless. If it wasn't for his own life, who would be willing to betray his friend?

Peter the dwarf is such a person, he will not take the initiative to do evil, because he does not have the courage, the evil he does is persecuted.

In this way, his conscience can pass, and he can accept all this with peace of mind.

If Peter Pettigrew really returned to the wizarding world as before, it has not been exposed.Presumably he would never take the initiative to find his master. He wanted to live a stable life. He even said that out of guilt in his heart, he might treat Harry twice as well.

But everything is different now. The boy is so unkind and tore up his ordinary life that should go on.

Pettigrew Peter even thinks he is a complete lunatic.

Isn't it good to live a stable life with peace of mind?

Peter Pettigrew asked himself, if he had Malfoy's conditions now, he would never support Voldemort any more.

His philosophy of life couldn't be more obvious-attached to the strong, and Voldemort at this time could not even protect himself, what kind of strong is he?

And Voldemort's arrogance to him made his heart distorted, but he did not dare to show a bit on his face, desperately suppressing himself. He thought he had been a pet for twelve years, and he was able to play a similar role. The role of a servant, but he didn't expect that the short good time would make him intolerant of this role.

Just like modern people who are accustomed to eating cooked food, they won't be happy with a piece of raw beef.

Working under Voldemort's hands, Peter Pettigrew was always in fear. He didn't know when he would anger his temperamental master.

Then take him to feed the snake.

But now he had to do this again, because this was his only hope, maybe he succeeded in resurrecting his master, Voldemort forgave him forgively when he was happy, and might even give him a reward.

Peter Pettigrew not only hates these two people, he also hates himself, why can't he control his own destiny.

"If I was brave at the beginning, maybe the result would be different?"

Staring blankly at the drops of water dripping from the mud and sand on his head, Peter Pettigrew's dingy eyes lost their focus, and he was a little surprised.