Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Barty Crouch Jr. was not stupid enough to let the Ministry of Magic people accompany him to find Voldemort.

At midnight, he sneaked out, walking around alone in a cotton cloak, hoping to find his master.

Fortunately, Albania is not big, and the wizard's "transformation" is also convenient. After turning around for seven or eight days without thinking, he finally gained something...

"Here!"

The "Dark Mark" on his left arm was hot and scary, and Batty showed a delighted look.

After more than ten years, he finally returned to the master's command again.

"Master, your servant Barty Crouch, calling you in fear."

Using the unique method of "Death Eaters", Barty Jr. activated the imprint on his left arm.

As he called, the burning sensation became heavier.

But strangely, Voldemort did not show up.

The black forest in front of me is like a big mouth that chooses people to eat, waiting to swallow all the reckless outsiders.

"This......."

There was a look of doubt on Little Batty's face.

It stands to reason that the master should have heard his call.

That being the case, why would you hide from him?

Did something happen?

Thinking of this, he seemed to have made up his mind, wrapped his cloak tightly, and stepped into the dark forest with his wand.

"Woohoo."

The cold wind howled, blowing across the branches, whispering like a female ghost.

This forest is too evil, and it's a ruthless person like Barty who cuts his father's hand, and his heart is fluffy.

"Master, are you there, Master?"

Calling Voldemort's name in a low voice, Little Barty was nervous, looking around vigilantly.

He now knows why the master would choose here...

Because ordinary people don't dare to come in this ghost place!

"Wow!"

Going forward little by little, suddenly, the cry of certain beasts resounded around Little Batty.

His hairs stood up all at once.

Desperately resisting the urge to shoot a flashing curse, Little Batty had no time to think about it, and ran away directly.

Not enough preparations tonight.

Tomorrow, he must find the master!

...

Open your eyes, it's noon again.

Voldemort was dizzy, as if he had stirred up countless pastes.

"It's time to go for food."

Looking at the sky, he muttered to himself, carefully poking his head out of the hole-he is now attached to a Bambora rat.

Because he is very fragile, Voldemort is very vigilant every time he goes out for food.At this time, he could not help but think of the time spent in the sewers of London.

At that time, although he was in despair, he could at least eat all kinds of fat and thin mice.

And now...

He is a mouse.

Alas, it's all tears when I think about it.

However, Voldemort did not have the strength to complain, or even to hate.

If he wants to live and get the chance to rise again, he must endure, whether it is ten, twenty, or thirty years, he must endure.

"Huh? Berries!"

After searching for a while, Voldemort finally found something he could put in his mouth at ease.

Looking at the red berries, he was overjoyed.

Taking four short legs and quickly running over, Voldemort opened his small mouth, and he wanted to bite without saying anything, but when he opened his mouth, a horrible feeling went straight from his back to his brain, instantly causing him to blow his hair. .

Danger!

Without thinking, Voldemort turned and ran.

Now he was just an insignificant rat, he couldn't even fight a cat, let alone the ferocious animals in the Black Forest and the dark wizard hiding in it.77 e-book www.77dd.net

Little life matters!

However, Voldemort was still too careless, in other words, his luck was really bad.

It is not a cruel beast who wants to attack him, but a human, a real wizard!

"Oh? What a smart little guy."

The unknown dark wizard grinned and showed black teeth.

Coincidentally, he also came out to find something to eat.

"All petrochemicals."

No matter how frustrated, the dark wizard also possesses the most basic means of casting spells. Voldemort is running away with a wave of his old wand.

The four short legs of the Dark Lord immediately stopped moving and froze in place.

"Haha~"

Lunch is over, and the black wizard is overjoyed.

But Voldemort scolded his mother in his heart.

This life hasn't risen yet, is it about to be eaten?

This......

Could it be the retribution of eating too many mice?

Fortunately, the sky is endless.

Just as Voldemort was struggling desperately, trying to break free from the bondage by his will, a sudden flow of heat surged in his mind.

It feels that he is too familiar...

It is the call of believers!

"The great Dark Lord orders you to show up quickly!"

In fact, Voldemort felt like this last night, but at that time he was sleeping soundly and his head was awkward, thinking he was dreaming.

Now the magic of the "Dark Mark" was activated again, and he responded to the call without hesitation.

Whoever he is, help matters!

"Wow."

Receiving a response, a figure wrapped in a robe appeared instantly.

Seeing the stranger who suddenly appeared, the unknown black wizard was startled, and even before thinking about it, it was just a spell shot.

"court death!"

The familiar breath is in the opponent's hands, how could Little Batty not know that Bamborah Rat is the deity of the Dark Lord.

Anxious and angry, he gritted his teeth, flashed the curse alertly, and fought back instantly.

"Drill your heart out!"

The unforgivable curse is the unforgivable curse.In the hands of a senior dark wizard like Batty, this magic has exerted its due power.

With just one blow, the dark wizard fell to the ground like a rolled prawn, twitching constantly.

However, Voldemort, who was in the hands of the dark wizard, was in severe physical pain and fainted alive-the dark wizard subconsciously clenched his fist, which inflicted the unlucky Dark Lord.

"the host!"

Seeing Voldemort's breath getting weaker and weaker, Little Barty almost died of fright.

He is here to save the Dark Lord, not to kill the Dark Lord!

Little Batty kept calling here, clumsily using the healing spell, trying to heal Voldemort.Over there Voldemort was already in his head.

In the beginning, he saw Quirrell, who gave everything, and saw the dim sewers in London.

Later, the faces of Peter Perudi, Bellatrix Lestrange and others also appeared.

Immediately afterwards, there was the golden ring, and Sauron's smiley face that made people extremely disgusting.

"Hey, is it over..."

Voldemort seemed to be in a sea of ​​ice, his flat face unwilling.

He can accept the fate of being wounded by magic and the fate of being destroyed by Sauron.

But what about being pinched to death as a mouse?

Too frustrated!

"the host!"

Just as the Dark Lord's consciousness became more and more blurred and his feelings were getting colder and colder, he heard a call from far and near.

Immediately afterwards, a pure soul power was fed back to his body...

The Dark Lord, start again!