The story begins when Dumbledore takes Tom into the magic school Hogwarts. He finds out how to make Horcruxes, also in Hogwarts. Finally, if he wants to find out everything about Death, he has to come to Hogwarts.

Watts.

Throughout his life, he seemed to be inseparable from the magic school and his teacher.

This kind of coincidence made Voldemort very uneasy. When he didn't believe in "Death" or fairy tales, he didn't have any grudges about these things. But now after knowing these things and encountering these things, Voldemort's heart

He was always a little suspicious and uneasy, especially the conversation between Grindelwald and Scrimgeour. They mentioned Harry Potter, the sacred artifacts, and the stories about gods in the phone calls.

Dumbledore's judgments were not entirely correct. He also found some people on the way here. Except for one, well, his name was Xenophilius. Except for him who swore that it was true, the rest of the people

, didn’t quite believe these stories—all those who didn’t believe it were killed by him.

Voldemort didn't really want others to know his intentions. Instead, he kept people like Xenophilius. Although there were some stumbles when he was "lucked", he still managed to survive.

, but those who don’t believe it will lose their lives.

Under such circumstances, Voldemort didn't even care whether the Malfoy family really had a problem.

So far, the Malfoy family has been effective for him, which means that as long as the Malfoy family has not lost its effectiveness, he can tolerate some small actions and suspicions. He does not need 100% loyalty from his men, he only needs

The men are 100% useful and obedient. It doesn't matter what these gadgets are thinking.

Sitting on the chair, he supported his bald head with his hands. Yunzhuan's brain was working at a very fast speed. Bella cautiously moved closer. She lowered her back, looked at his words and asked: "What's wrong, my master?

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Only then did Voldemort's eyes move to Bella's face.

Voldemort knew Bella's loyalty. He could not trust others, but he could always trust Bella. The main problem was that Bella was worthy of trust, but she was too stupid.

There are some things that it won't help to tell her. She can be a thug, but she can't be a general outside.

She's not like Snape.

"I need you."

Voldemort said. When Bella heard this, tears filled her eyes with excitement. "Yes, Master, I have always been here," she said. Voldemort nodded and said, "Very well, go find Peter Pettigrew. I'll find him."

it works."

Maybe those who stay at Hogwarts need to take action.

Voldemort thought that he didn't care about the people who were going to be imprisoned in Azkaban. It was him who grew up, and then secretly formed a society and established the "Death Eaters".

It was not because he founded the Death Eaters that he became what he is now. As long as he is strong enough, he can summon more subordinates at will. He knows very well what is the most important thing.

Not to mention that not long ago he attracted another group of people.

It's just Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic can never satisfy the dementors' desires.

Only he can give the dementors what they want.

free.

Dementors are nothing but disasters for mankind, but who cares about this?

Only Muggles and Mudbloods will be harmed in front of Dementors, like him and his followers. Dementors will only become their friends. They will not feel true happiness and will not be affected by the truth.

of damage.

He touched Nagini's big head, took a deep breath, and raised his head not knowing what he was looking at.

Peter Pettigrew came over from outside. He shrank and faced the powerful Voldemort. He lowered his head humbly and said: "I am so happy to see you, my master..."

He was trembling and huddled together. He looked like a mouse, spoke like a mouse, and looked more like a mouse. As an Animagus, he had turned into a mouse over the years and still had human thinking.

It’s already an “amazing feat.”

I don’t know how many Animagus, because of too long changes, finally turned into animals and could not return.

For Voldemort, he could see at a glance that the main reason why Peter Pettigrew could remain sane was because of his damn desire to survive.

This desire suppresses the side effects of magic. From this, you can imagine how strong his desire to survive is. Even Voldemort recognizes his desire to survive.

Because this is indeed very unusual.

Looking at the look of Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort could not help but feel weird. Fortunately, he still remembered why he called him here, so he just made a few sarcastic remarks and returned to the topic.

"That address, Spider End Alley, that Spider End Alley in Cocoworth, that big house, do you still remember it?"

Voldemort said softly, and Peter Pettigrew nodded with some fear, "Yes, yes, my master, Snape's big house..."

"Yes, that's right there. I need you to go there. Yes, yes, you just need to go there. You don't need to say anything, just show up there.

It's not a big problem, and it doesn't require you to do anything. Turn into a mouse, yes, a mouse. Isn't this what you are best at?

Just turn into a mouse and enter there directly. Then, he will definitely come back, yes, and bring my blessings.

Hahahaha, what are you thinking, Peter, my faithful servant, of course it is just a blessing, what else can there be?

He won't kill you. You are just a messenger. With me behind you, what are you afraid of?

Who would harm my servant?"

Voldemort walked over in person, grabbed Peter Pettigrew's arm and said: "Go, my loyal servant, do the tasks I assigned you, you will be rewarded accordingly, and you will be punished for your loyalty.

My gift."

He was like a devil's whisper. Regardless of whether he believed it or not, Peter Pettigrew could only show tears of gratitude.

He has no choice.

Watching Peter Pettigrew leave, Voldemort went to look for the dungeon, Bella went to the goblin territory, and Voldemort also had his own things to do.

Peter Pettigrew left the manor. He didn't know what he should do, but before leaving, he wrote these into a letter, threw it in the mailbox, and then turned around and left.

The important thing is that these actions were as smooth as water, and even Peter Pettigrew didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Receive an order - write it in a letter - drop it into the mailbox.

This is a very simple action formula, which can be said to be a stereotyped action.

After he left, someone came to the mailbox, checked the mailbox as usual, then took out the letter and turned around to leave.
Chapter completed!