"What?"

In the dim jungle, Bertha made a sound like a sheep's cry.

The fluorescent light emitted by the wand in her hand illuminated the dark land, making her pay no attention to the darkness that was gradually encroaching around her.

Brainless Bertha, meddlesome Bertha, lost Bertha - under these titles, she still lives a very healthy life, entirely because of the survival skills she has honed over the years.

Surviving for ten days and a half in a forest where it is easy to get lost is not a big problem for her.

The question is - 'How long have I been lost? When did I first become lost? How far into the forest was I approximately?'

Such questions surfaced, but were quickly ignored by Bertha herself. I don't know since when, she became much more forgetful than before.

'Let's find the way when it gets daylight...'

She muttered, then waved her wand, moved the trees, and used magic to transform the soil in the open space into dry loess, and then reinforced it. Then she took out the tent from the package she carried, unfolded it, and set it up with the help of magic.

Since her amnesia became more and more obvious, this kind of tent has become the standard for her vacations - whether she is traveling by herself or in a group, she always has a way to lose herself. After losing herself, the problem cannot be solved,

She adopted a more effective solution and the experience is quite good.

“The tent is not bad either…”

She muttered something and then got in.

The magic tent is as excellent as ever, with bathrooms, kitchens, and bedrooms all available.

After looking around, Bertha made a sad voice - "It's finished, I forgot to put the food!"

After about five minutes of frustration, she began to pack up the tent, put it back on her back, and move the trees back.

Theoretically, she should now be able to get food in the forest with her excellent hunting and gathering skills - but a bloody lesson told her that if she did that, she would most likely lose her tent and have to

Don’t squeeze into a tree and compete with monkeys for a sleeping spot…

So, Bertha set off again with the tent on her back, and five minutes later, she got an unfortunate rabbit.

Ten minutes later, a snake that had mistaken its place in the food chain joined the trophy.

Fifteen minutes later, Bertha found a bunch of mushrooms and started checking her potion - 'It doesn't look poisonous, and I brought the bezoar so I can have some mushroom soup.'

It's a good thing to remember to bring bezoars this time, which means that fruits you've never seen before and mushrooms that grow very randomly can also be added to the recipe.

But the unfortunate fate of a wild boar spared other creatures.

'That should be enough...'

She began to set up camp again, put up the tent, and began to use the kitchen in the tent to cook the creatures that were lost with her.

'Merlin's beard is full of salt, but I don't have any spices...'

But it's not a big deal, she's used to it...

'Find a taller tree when it gets bright tomorrow - if you get lost for a few days, you should be able to get out...'

"Hello…"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in her ears. She turned around and looked around, and finally focused her doubtful eyes on a snake.

Subconsciously, the kitchen knife in her hand flew over.

Then she began to feel for her wand.

"Hello…"

The knife was bounced away, a hoarse voice sounded, and her hand on the wand suddenly loosened her grip - 'This snake looks... strange?'

"Hello, who are you?"

She subconsciously asked something she shouldn't have asked.

Such a stupid question directly frightened Tom Riddle.

He has deceived countless people - professors, classmates, customers when he was a shop assistant, followers, and people from the Ministry of Magic.

Even when his strength was at its weakest, he still succeeded in bewitching Quirrell to become his servant, but he had never seen... such a person with whom he could talk.

He has even thought about how to comfort the other person and calm down the frightened person...

Ever since he gave up Quirrell and fled to this forest, and began to survive humbly by relying on possessed small animals, he has never thought about rising again, using the web weaved by language to capture another victim like Quirrell.

Last time, he was just a little bit away from success - the magic stone almost missed him. If the magic left by that stupid woman hadn't been still working, he would have succeeded!

'A new stupid guy...'

Tom raised his head and looked at the prey, "I am...I am the person who can help you..."

"Help me?"

Bertha laughed, she became even more curious, which even made her forget how funny the scene before her was - a snake claiming to be able to help her!

"You, help me?"

She seemed to have heard some funny joke and couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, help you."

The snake looked into her eyes with a very funny look, but its tone was extremely serious, "You are the one who is laughed at because you like to help others, and you are the one who is laughed at because your help does not achieve the results those people want."

"It's just that I occasionally forget about some insignificant things, but I am ridiculed by those guys who have nothing to do all day long... Obviously they don't care about anything, they don't care about anything, and they are even indifferent to these wrong things, but

They can just laugh at you with peace of mind!"

"What's wrong with you? You just like to help others. What qualifications do they have and what position do they have to laugh at you?"

The strange snake even made a little hissing sound when it spoke, but its words directly hit Bertha's heart.

"I...I'm going to mess up..."

"Who can guarantee that he won't mess up anything? Look at Secretary Fudge. He mistakenly imprisoned an innocent person as a murderer and then let the murderer escape. His fault is still that Lu

Ping helped make up for it - why is everyone praising that minister, but you are being blamed?"

In the dim light, the snake stared at Bertha, as if there was something in its yellow pupils that could attract people's attention.

"Obviously the mistakes you made are much smaller than him, but everyone only accuses you of causing trouble, but they say that Minister Fudge is a good employee...why?"

The hissing sound seemed to contain honey, making the person who was aroused in pain reluctant to leave.

"Why?"

"Because they know that they have stolen what should belong to you, and they will try every means to bully you and make you feel that you are nothing more than this... If you are as high-minded as Fudge, they will only praise your enthusiasm like they praise Fudge.

, praise your kindness, instead of criticizing you for a little mistake like now."

"They... who are they?"

"They, they are a group of guys who are stealing our status, a group of guys who should be watching us trembling down below, a group of... hyenas."

"No, it's not like that, it's not like that!"

"Really not?"

"Think about it, in a remote corner, they laugh at you. After they make a mistake, they push it on you. When you have suffered enough infamy, they will even kick you away and claim that you are not suitable.

Do this, and then improve yourself openly."

"You see, they are not even willing to take you with them during the trip. They deliberately lose you and then claim that you accidentally got lost..."

The snake's eyes became brighter and brighter, and it smelled the smell of food.

"You were deceived by them! They shamelessly stole your status, slandered your origin, slandered your ability, and despised your magic!"

"They are filthy, they are good at cheating, they do it all!"

"They are..."

"Yes, they are those filthy Muggle-born wizards. They stain everything about us and deny our nobility. They are thieves, thieves, liars, scum that should be cleaned up, and the culprits of all disputes."

"Think about it, if they left there, if they left where you work, would you still be laughed at?"

"But, those purebloods..."

"They were deceived and deceived. Those guys used smooth words to divide our big family. Our pure-blood family should be one, instead of letting any mudblood become the minister and use various laws or other nonsense.

They come to divide us, disintegrate us, and then stand on our heads to humiliate us!"

"This is wrong..."

"What's wrong with this? We are born noble! Why should a Mudblood Minister of Magic be elected to restrict us!"

"This isn't right...this isn't right..."

"Is it really wrong? Or, we have been deceived for too long, and we can't even accept the truth..."

“…”

"…Who are you?"

Bertha took two steps back. She thought she knew the answer, but she didn't want to believe it.

"You should know - those cowards don't even dare to mention my name... They're afraid of me because I exposed their scheme."

"You are...a mysterious person..."
To be continued...