Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 258 The Road to Longevity

"Damn it! What are you doing?" Hera cursed angrily. Beside him, Barty Jr. had already blasted open the door with his snatched wand, and the fragments almost scratched Hera.

Little Barty held the wand without even looking at Hera, "I just like the quicker way, I can't stand your bitch's way!"

"Fxxk, what are you talking about?" Hera frowned. If it wasn't at Mad-Eye Moody's doorstep, he wouldn't mind taking out his wand to let Little Barty know what a real man is.

"Okay, follow me quickly." Little Barty walked quickly from Hera's side towards the inside, and stepped through the door that was bombed into pieces.

"I dare say that the Muggles living nearby must have heard the sound, and we don't have much time left." Hera frowned and quickly followed behind Little Barty, whispering.

Bang!
"Fractured!"

"Passed out!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, and a lot of spells were shot from the windows of the house, almost hitting Hera and Barty Jr., but they were all experienced in advancing against the wall, so there was no need to worry too much.

Immediately afterwards, Little Barty yelled suddenly, "Peter, what are you waiting for?"

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the inside fell silent. Hera and Barty Jr. looked at each other, knowing that Wormtail had succeeded, but they did not act rashly, but continued to linger at the door.

"It's done, friends." Wormtail poked his head out of the window, his body trembling and blushing unnaturally.

Little Barty patted Hera on the shoulder, "Let's go in, have you brought the potion?"

"Bring it." Hera patted the position of the inner pocket on her chest, and confirmed that there was a small glass bottle inside.

Hera and Barty Jr. walked up the stairs to the second floor. Time was tight, and they didn't bother to observe Moody's home. They saw Moody lying on the ground in the bedroom on the second floor, and Peter standing in the middle of the room.

He appeared timid, and no one would have guessed that he had personally knocked out an elite Auror just a few minutes ago.

"I did it, Lord Dark Lord protected me." Wormtail clasped his hands together and raised it above his head, as if he was doing some ritual of faith.

Little Barty got down and pulled a large piece of hair from Moody's head, "We don't have that much time, you help me put Moody in the suitcase, remember to remove his wooden legs and false eyes."

"No problem at all." Hera shrugged. Although the plan deviated slightly from what he had imagined, the result was good.

It took about ten minutes for them to deal with everything. Before leaving, Barty Jr. had turned into Moody's appearance.

"Barty, you'd better think of a reason that can be explained to the Ministry of Magic." Hera said with a frown.

Little Barty's magical eyes turned around, and he stood up with difficulty on his artificial leg, his voice became hoarse, "Of course, in fact, I have already thought about it, so what is the reason for saying that I was attacked by a litter box spraying garbage?"

"At least it fits the characteristics of Mad-Eye's madness." Hera raised an eyebrow, and then his figure disappeared.

Little Barty tapped his wand, without even chanting a spell, it caused the trash can placed downstairs to shake, and it began to spray garbage frantically. If Muggles saw this, they would be terrified to death.

Hera and Wormtail went straight back to the Riddle Mansion, where they planned to further improve their plan, and Hera was always a little worried—their plan was too low in tolerance.

Pinning all her hopes on Barty Jr., Hera was a little worried—even if Voldemort meant that Hera and Barty Jr. cooperated with each other.

But after what happened in the morning, Hera was really worried about cooperating with Barty Jr. He didn't look like a normal wizard—more like a psychopath, as Muggles said.

But after all, he was the one recommended by him, and Hera didn't directly point it out, but secretly made a decision in his heart: If there is a chance, he must modify Little Barty's memory, and it is best to let him have no existence in his mind at all, so as not to let him slip up at any time.

"Hera, what are you thinking?" Voldemort's voice was cold.

Hera snapped back to her senses, "My Lord Dark Lord, I'm thinking about how to attack Barty Crouch, he is an important official of the Ministry of Magic."

"I've always admired your prudence in doing things, but Hera, sometimes too much thinking can limit your ability." Voldemort said softly, his voice seemed to be fingernails rubbing against a blackboard, harsh and sharp. "In the face of absolute power, everything is false."

"But my lord, we don't have the mighty power of yours." Wormtail said these words tremblingly, and then he knelt down on the ground with a plop, "I'm sorry, my lord."

"Hey, Wormtail, I've never doubted that you can do anything well, but you don't have to be so humble." Hera could see that Voldemort was really teasing and teasing Wormtail, but under his icy voice, it made people shudder.

Wormtail trembled still more.

"Master Dark Lord, I've always been curious about one thing," Hera asked with her head down. "The ancient spell only needs to be the blood of the enemy? You can use the blood of any wizard. Why must it be Harry Potter?"

"If I want to be resurrected and stronger than before I failed, I know whose blood I must use. I want the blood of Harry Potter. I want the blood of the man who made me lose my magic 13 years ago. Because the protection her mother left on him will also be in my blood."

"How did he do it?" Hera asked a stupid question, but he was genuinely curious, presumably because of his identity as Voldemort's favorite cub, he let go a little in front of Voldemort.

"Harry Potter? Oh, he can't do it." Voldemort chuckled, like the sound of a spatula scratching the bottom of a pot. "It was his mother. I admit that I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by that woman's stupid sacrifice and bounced back to myself. Oh, the pain is beyond everything, and nothing can resist it. I am stripped of my body. I am worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit. But I am still alive."

"Of course you are alive, as we have seen." Hera complimented, but she didn't care about it at all.

Voldemort ignored him, and continued to speak slowly: "I, the one who has gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality, you all know my goal - to conquer death, and now I have been put to the test. It seems that at least one or two of my experiments worked because I didn't die!"

(End of this chapter)