Standing in front of a dilapidated tomb, Peter Pettigrew bent over and carefully looked at the name on the tombstone.
The owner of the tomb has been dead for half a century, and the tomb has been neglected for a long time. Brown weeds have grown between the cracks in the tombstones, and twisted and thorny trees cling tenaciously to the tomb... It is very difficult to identify the name.
But this is to find the father of the Dark Lord. If you find the wrong tomb, it won't be possible to get rid of the problem with a heart-breaking bullet.
Therefore, Peter was so concerned that he almost pressed his face against the tombstone before he finally managed to distinguish the words "Tom Riddle".
Damn Tom...finally found you!
"Master, I found your father." Peter shouted excitedly: "This is the tomb."
"Very good, Wormtail." A cold, soft voice sounded.
"Quick, pick me up and let me take a good look at my Muggle father, whom I haven't seen for a long time."
"Yes, Master!"
Voldemort, who was only the size of a baby, was held in Peter's arms, staring at the desolate tomb with glowing red eyes.
Voldemort curled up in the woolen blanket and laughed mockingly: "Good day, father. Long time no see. How are you?"
Peter glanced at the tomb, and a word came out of his mind..."Nothing's wrong."
Fortunately, he held it back and didn't blurt it out.
"Father, you should be very happy to see me like this... I have been stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul."
Voldemort whispered weakly and said faintly:
"This may be the retribution for the son to kill his father with his own hands."
The Dark Lord glanced at the cemetery, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.
"But fate is still kind. Back then I left you with the whole body. Such a small act of kindness saved me.
You see, how useful you are after your death... Wormtail, open my father's tomb!"
"Yes, Master!" Peter waved his wand, the tomb opened, and a complete corpse floated out of the coffin and fell to the ground.
Peter walked over with Voldemort in his arms, but accidentally stepped on a bone. Katcha crushed a bone and turned it into ashes.
"..."
Peter quickly took a step back and looked at the Dark Lord nervously.
"It doesn't matter, Wormtail, let alone step on him, you can even spit on his grave."
Voldemort hissed softly:
"He was just a Muggle and an idiot... He was killed by me back then. Do you know why I killed my father?"
"Because..." Peter guessed: "He is a Muggle?"
"No." Voldemort said softly: "Because he abandoned my mother, causing her to die in childbirth, and causing me to grow up alone in a Muggle orphanage, suffering all the cynicism and ridicule..."
Voldemort suddenly said sharply: "Do you think he should die?!"
After a moment of awkward silence, the trembling Peter managed to say something:
"Damn it."
"So, I vow to find him...and take revenge on him." Voldemort said with a cold expression:
"My mother should have done this back then, but she was just a woman and too soft-hearted. Men need revenge."
"When I was sixteen years old, I finally found my father. His family of three was having dinner. I suddenly barged in... I asked my father: Why did you abandon me and my mother?"
Voldemort's face was full of traces of sadness, but his face gradually became distorted, and his eyes were full of hatred.
"But he called me a bastard!"
"I raised my wand, pointed it at my father's chest, and told him: 'Say the word bastard again and I'll kill you!'"
"He's still calling me a rotten son of a bitch!" Voldemort said with a terrible smile on his lips:
"So I killed him, the man who gave me the same name as him...Tom Riddle...with Avada Kedavra!"
"That was the first time I personally killed someone... The feeling of killing my father was so wonderful... Haha~"
Peter was trembling and wanted to block his ears. After all, not everyone could hear the Dark Lord's past... He was afraid of being silenced!
After a long silence, Voldemort seemed to lose interest and whispered:
"Put me and my father into the crucible together."
"Yes, Master." Peter waved his magic wand, conjuring a huge stone crucible and placing it in front of the tomb.
"Clear spring is like water." Peter waved his wand and filled the crucible with water. Then he took out the potion from his pocket and added it. The color of the water immediately turned turbid.
Peter carefully took off the blanket, put the naked Voldemort into the crucible, picked up a bone from the ground, and threw it in.
Immediately afterwards, he opened his robe, used a silver knife to cut off a piece of flesh from his chest, and dropped it into the crucible.
Voldemort was floating in the crucible, and he said with satisfaction: "Very good, now all that's left is the blood of the enemy."
Peter applied white blood to the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding. He then picked up a mirror and whispered:
"Master, they have arrived at the appointed place."
It was a magic mirror. The mirror could reveal an open plain. Gibbon and Potter were waiting anxiously.
Peter was afraid that Gibbon would bring Aurors, so he was extremely cautious and could not directly let them come to this cemetery.
"Guide them both here." Voldemort's cold voice was filled with impatience, "Hurry up, I can't wait any longer..."
"Yes, Master." Peter waved his wand gently.
Standing in an open plain, Lupine, pretending to be Gibbon, was looking around, waiting for Peter to appear.
At this moment, a stone floated up and flew in front of him.
Lu Ping narrowed his eyes and said, "Port key?"
It seemed that Peter was not planning to show up, but wanted to guide them to another place.
So cautious?
Holding the door key will take you to a strange place, which means unknown and dangerous; if you don't hold the door key, it will be impossible to find Peter.
To go or not to go?
Lupine didn't hesitate much. He grabbed Sirius, who was pretending to be Harry, and then reached out to hold the door key. The two of them disappeared in an instant.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After a moment, Lupine felt his feet hit the ground. He took out his wand, raised his head, and looked around cautiously.
They were standing in a dark, overgrown churchyard, and could see a tall yew tree to the right, and behind it the black outline of a small church.
To the left is a hill, with an exquisite old house on the hillside.
Lupine looked around and asked loudly: "Peter Pettigrew, are you here?"
Peter came out from behind a grave in the distance and said excitedly:
"Gibbon, my old friend...Have you brought Potter?"
"Brought it." Lu Ping pointed to Sirius beside him and said:
"But Peter, why did I come all the way here? You said you would give me ten thousand galleons for bringing you Potter."
"We pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand!"
Lupine pulled Sirius and walked forward slowly. When they were ready to get closer, they took action directly.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Kill him, he is not Gibbon!"
Peter's expression changed drastically, and he immediately raised his wand and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"
A strong green light pierced Lupine. His nerves were tense, and he immediately pulled Sirius and hid towards the tombstone next to him.
A grave mound was hit by the killing curse, and the tomb suddenly exploded and splashed everywhere, the soil cracked and dust flew everywhere.
"Collapse!" Lupine also raised his wand and shot a red light towards Peter.
Peter used Voldemort's father's grave as a "bunker" and fought back.
The three of them started shooting at each other, and for a while, spells were flying in the cemetery of Little Hangleton Village. Countless graves shattered and exploded, leaving a mess on the ground.
While avoiding the magic, Peter whispered to the crucible: "Master, let's go quickly!"
"No." Voldemort said angrily: "Kill that guy and capture Potter for me."
Gibbon is pretending, Voldemort is sure of this...but whether Potter is fake, he still doesn't know yet.
If it was the real Harry Potter and resurrection was imminent, how could he give up!
"Then I'll lead that guy away first, please be careful." Peter gritted his teeth and ran to one side.
"Peter wants to run away...I'll chase him." Lupine said in an urgent voice: "Sirius, there is a dark wizard here. You go and deal with him."
"Okay, please pay attention to safety and don't let that guy escape."
Sirius raised his wand and walked cautiously towards the depths of the cemetery.
He walked through the winding path and soon found a cracked tomb. There was a stone crucible in front of the tomb. The crucible was filled with water, as if it was brewing a magic potion.
Sirius circled the crucible and looked into the distance again, preparing to continue looking for the location of the strange wizard.
At this moment, a figure the size of a baby suddenly jumped out of the crucible, like a poisonous snake in the water, and jumped on Sirius' back.
Voldemort grabbed Sirius, opened his mouth, and bit his neck fiercely.
