Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Little Hangleton under the night looked peaceful and quiet. A lonely moon in the sky was exuding soft light, and a touch of silver light filled the whole village. The life of the villagers here was very dull, but two or three years ago, They have another topic to talk about after dinner, that is, the Riddle House is completely abandoned. Since the old gardener Frank of the family disappeared completely one night and never came back, Riddle House has been completely in the eyes of everyone since then. The haunted house, as long as it is a family with children, parents will repeatedly warn their children not to take risks there. That old house has been cursed, and it will bring them ominous.

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

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 in his name. A home worth mentioning.

The police in the township also pretended that nothing had happened, except that a lonely old man with no relatives was missing, and he couldn't make a fool of himself.

However, tonight, the desolate Riddle House welcomes a new guest, or it can be said that the true master who has been away for a long time.

A gust of cold night wind whistled from the ground, blowing the weeds of the same height by the roadside, making a rustling sound.

A small man in a black cloak, timid, groped along a winding path, and came to the gate of Riddle House. He kept looking around while walking. , for fear of being discovered by others, and at the same time the strong wind blew his cloak so that it made a "swoosh, shh, shhhh" sound.

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

"Master, I'm just worried..." The man's voice was very frightened and nervous, his body was shaking constantly, and people who didn't know might think he was shivering because of the cold.

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

Voldemort, his former master, was found by him.

"Where is Nagini?" Voldemort asked, interrupting Peter Pettigrew.

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

The old iron door opened in response to the sound, making a "crunching" sound. It has been no one to take care of it for too long, and the iron rods are covered with rust marks.

The grass that was originally flat has not been taken care of for a long time, and it has become overgrown with weeds.

Peter Pettigrew walked in.

"What were you worried about just now?" Voldemort's tone grew gloomier. "Worried about the old man? Or 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 was just lingering and extremely weak now, Peter Pettigrew Facing him, he didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, but instead became more and more respectful, for fear that he would offend him.

Then his only hope is gone.

Peter Pettigrew's fate is now completely entrusted to the man in his arms. If it can regain its strength, then as a servant who gives help in the snow, of course, he will receive a supreme reward. If he fails, he will only wait for a long time. He was on the run until he was arrested by the Aurors one day,

Finally, he will be greeted by the endless loneliness of Azkaban.

"You're lying." For some reason, Voldemort's voice softened a little at this time, becoming smoother, with a slightly chilling smile.

Their journey was very embarrassing.

For some reason, just after Peter Pettigrew found Voldemort by communicating with his "kinds", Dumbledore actually found their whereabouts and made them rush for their lives.

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

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

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

Even more than ten years ago, when he killed the Potters and was nearly killed by the death curse, it was only his failure. Not long ago, Dumbledore's pursuit was the first time he was killed. Running away like a lost dog.

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

"Master, I didn't..." Peter Pettigrew only felt his hair stand on end, and hurriedly denied it.

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

Peter Pettigrew's hands were shaking like chaff, but he didn't dare to relax at all, because as long as he let go, his master would fall to the ground, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

"Look in my eyes," Voldemort said suddenly, and his scarlet, slit eyes suddenly opened, commanding Peter Pettigrew with unquestionable authority.

Peter Pettigrew's eyes met Voldemort's subconsciously, and then he found that his brain began to become dizzy, and those eyes seemed to have magic power, 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 some time for Peter Pettigrew to come back to his senses, and then he heard such a sentence, which made him lose his soul.

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

"Master, that's it, that's because..." Peter Pettigrew wanted to explain, but found that no matter what he said, it would only be a feeble sophistry.

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

"Not so loyal servants can find me easily, but die-hard servants can't do anything, oh, that's ironic." Voldemort's voice became sharp again.

Peter Pettigrew 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 servants have tried their best to come back to me again." If the child of the Malfoy family hadn't persecuted you, would you want to Postponing this plan to pursue me for another month? three months? Even a year, ten years? "Voldemort said gloomily, which made Peter Pettigrew's heart hang even more.

"Oh, I've seen quite a few witches and wizards stalking you, right, Wormtail? You're still envious of the few friends you betrayed. As a sidekick, how much you long to follow you People are the same, so you chose to betray them and then turn to me."

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

"Voldemort appreciates people who can judge the situation." At this time, Voldemort's voice suddenly became pleasant.

"There is no shame in admitting your failure. Yes, Dumbledore didn't know how to find us and chased us down, but what's the use of it? He's old and half-footed. Stepping into the coffin, and I, even though I am like this now, I am still alive after all..." At this time, he had regained his complete calm.

"Master, you will definitely regain your strength." Pettigrew Peter said expectantly, showing just the right amount of admiration and enthusiasm in his eyes.

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

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

No one wants to have their memories checked, not even the closest people, because everyone has some secrets in their hearts that absolutely cannot be shared with others.

"You seem unhappy? Wormtail? Unhappy because I searched your memory?" Voldemort seemed to sense his mood, and said coldly.

"No... master..." Peter Pettigrew was about to explain, but was interrupted by a low cry from Voldemort.

"Nagini!" In Voldemort's tone at this time, there was an indescribable panic.

Then a giant snake that was at least twelve feet long crawled quickly, its broad body undulating like a wave, and the fast swimming collided with the surrounding weeds to trigger a rustling sound, and finally straddled Peter Pettigrew's body. Next to him, he took Voldemort from Peter Pettigrew with his sturdy body, tied a knot in his tail, and hid the package with Voldemort in between, looking very secure.

"Here he is again, remember your mission, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was grim.

"Nagini, go." Voldemort said, and then the big snake took him and began to flee frantically, got out of the gate of Riddle House, and ran to the nearby forest, and Peter Pettigrew immediately used it. His wand, which quickly transformed into a mouse shape, pinpointed another direction full of weeds, and headed into it. There are countless caves and crypts in the mountains and forests, enough for him to hide.

Just after the two left, not long after, a tall and thin old man suddenly appeared in the void above Riddle House. He was wearing a silver wizard robe with embroidered patterns, and the pale silver moonlight shone on him. On his face, his beard and hair were all white, and his long white beard was about to hang down to his feet. At this moment, his whole person seemed to be fused with the moonlight, and he looked 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 to be found. He shook his head like a sigh, and then his body gradually disappeared in the air, as if he had never been here before.

The lingering Voldemort cherished his life more than usual, and his perception of danger was more acute.

His previous arrogance was the capital that his strength brought him.

Arrogance without trump cards is stupid.

Under the night, Peter Pettigrew was sneaking in the desolate and dilapidated night. The dirty rat's body was extraordinarily dexterous. He nimbly shuttled back and forth from the scattered stones and bushes, and he found a few of them. The so-called "similar", after a brief inquiry, Peter Pettigrew once again found his own cave where he could temporarily live.

The cave was wet, and various unknown insects were crawling around. Peter Pettigrew thought that he was used to this kind of treatment and could bear it, but the huge gap in his heart still caused a different kind of emotion to grow in his heart. .

From luxury to thrift is difficult.

After he has enjoyed the glory that has attracted the attention of thousands of people, it will always be a little unwilling to let him humbly to flatter and please.

Peter Pettigrew regretted it now. He 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 kept stalling for time, and finally got a taste of his retribution, even letting Voldemort check his memory and learn about his disloyal past, which made him even more terrified.

How he missed the treatment he had received not so long ago.

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

If there is no persecution from Malfoy, he can still enjoy his heroic treatment with peace of mind, why does he have to go to the master who has been defeated twelve years ago?

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

Peter Pettigrew is such a person, he will not take the initiative to do evil, because he does not have the courage, and 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 safely as before without being exposed. Presumably he would never take the initiative to find his master, he wanted to live a stable life, and even said that out of guilt in his heart, he might be even more kind to Harry.

But everything is different now, the boy is so unsympathetic, tearing up the ordinary life he was supposed to go on.

Peter Pettigrew even thought he was a total lunatic.

Wouldn't it be nice to live a peaceful life with peace of mind?

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

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

And Voldemort's bossy towards him made his heart distorted, but he didn't dare to show the slightest on his face, and desperately suppressed himself. He thought that he had been a pet for twelve years and could play a similar role very well. The role of a servant, but he didn't expect that it was the short good time that made him intolerable for this role.

Just like modern people who are used to eating cooked food, they will not be happy with a piece of raw beef.

Working under Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew is always wary, and he doesn't know when to anger his moody master.

Then feed him to the snake.

But now he has to do it again, because this is his only hope. Maybe he has successfully resurrected his master. When Voldemort is happy, he will forgive him leniently, and even give him a reward.

Peter Pettigrew doesn't just hate these two people, he hates himself, why can't he control his own destiny.

"If I could have been braver back then, maybe the result would have been different?"

Staring blankly at the drops of water dripping from the sand and sand on his head, Peter Pettigrew's gray eyes lost focus, and he thought a little.