Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 327 Whispers in the Abandoned House
This is a dilapidated old house, which used to be a beautiful and gorgeous mansion. It is located on a hillside, and you can have a glimpse of the scenery below as long as you open the windows.

The owner of the house has done this countless times. All the land he sees is his "territory". You can take this opportunity to reminisce about the glory of the family.

Although the house has now been occupied by creepers with teeth and claws, and its current appearance is damp, desolate and dilapidated, the villagers living in Little Hangleton still habitually call this dilapidated house "Riddle House". , This is not to miss the former owner of the place. The people of the Riddle family are not kind and kind to the people. Although they have not done great evil, the aristocratic arrogant style and rough behavior are always unpleasant.

There is only one reason why they remember this name, and that is the weird murder that happened in this mansion half a century ago-the maid saw the three members of the Riddle family who died on the dining table in the early morning, and they looked somewhere in horror , lost all breath of life.

This bizarre murder with no scars and no cause of death was described as more sinister in the mouths of the old people. In the continuous word of mouth, this story has degenerated into a supernatural event involving ghosts. The haunted house in the mouth.

Except for the old gardener who stays here, only brats who are not afraid of anything will approach here. In order to show their bravery and strength to their companions or girls they like, they will ride bicycles to overwhelm the old man who stays here. The gardener struggled to level the grass, smashed the window with the stone in his hand, and even thought about sneaking in.

These bear children who are more difficult than ghosts tormented the old gardener who stayed here alone after the ruin of the Riddle Mansion. This man with a strange temper after he got off the battlefield stayed here stubbornly. He hated noise and noise. The crowd and the dilapidated Riddle Mansion have become some kind of obsession in his heart.

Probably because he hated his killing in the war, he chose to guard after retiring from the army, and the torture of those bear children became the atonement in his heart.

But the old man’s self-salvation no longer needs to be continued, and those bear children riding bicycles flustered and forced to cross the lawn can no longer hear the old gardener’s hoarse and panting scolding, and they can’t see that scene. Limp figures waved their canes behind their backs.

"I need the real sacrifice, Wormtail."

A gloomy voice sounded in this old house wrapped in night. The candle lighted by the magic wand was trembling and flickering. It seemed that it would go out at any moment, but under the light of the candle, a strange scene was projected on the ceiling. shadow.

It looked like a big ball of rags, bound by invisible ropes and spinning slowly in mid-air. By the light of the candle, it could be seen that the big ball of rags was actually an old man bound by magic.

"An old Muggle man who is dying is your sacrifice to me?"

There was a bone-piercing coldness in that gloomy voice. Wormtail, who was trying to light the fire with his wand, trembled violently. The flames from the wand ignited his broken shoes. The bald middle-aged man screamed fiercely Stepping on the burning instep with the other foot, he tilted his body and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

There was a disgusting 'hiss' sound, and the guy who just spoke to Wormtail seemed extremely dissatisfied with the stupid servant in front of him.

"You're a wizard, Wormtail."

At this moment, there was a cold killing intent in his voice. The guy who spoke to Wormtail seemed to have touched a certain sensitive nerve, and his disgust had already begun to deteriorate. These threatening words made the guy rolling on the ground covered in dust Wormtail suddenly convulsed like a cardiac arrest.

The jet of water sprayed out by the wand extinguished the flames, and Wormtail stood up in embarrassment. He didn't dare to look up, but bent over and lit the fire with his wand, driving away the coldness in the dilapidated room.

England in spring is a wet and cold season with continuous rain, and only a warm fire can make people feel alive.

The light from the fire, much brighter than a candle, illuminated half the room, Wormtail's wrinkled and greasy face, and a heavy wooden chair placed not far in front of the fire.

There was a broken nest piled up with strips of cloth on the chair, and in the very center of the broken nest, a tightly wrapped, ugly and thin baby was opening the corners of his bloodshot eyes, which looked like snakes. The same pupils are daunting.

Voldemort is back again, he is like an unkillable Xiaoqiang, constantly jumping left and right on the boundary between death and the world, but this movement does not look so elegant, but rather funny like a clown, just as he is at the moment The face is the same, as ugly as it gets, ridiculous and disgusting.

But he came back again, different from the first incarnation of a ghost without his own body, and also different from his later rebirth in a body full of selfish love. At this moment, he is very weak, and even needs the constant care of people to barely survive. But now he is free.

When the 'big devil' left England, Voldemort finally got the freedom and rebirth he dreamed of.

He even found his servant, although Wormtail is a cowardly, cowardly waste, but at least he appeared when he needed help the most, Voldemort has no heart of gratitude, but he can use this as an excuse to improve himself for stupid tolerance level.

A loyal servant is the best servant, and although Wormtail doesn't seem like someone who is truly loyal to him, he can't be picky now.

While the warm fire drove away the damp and cold, it also slightly dissipated the coldness in the wrinkled Voldemort's words. This timid servant is still useful, and now he needs Wormtail to contribute his strength.

"I need wizards, magical blood to reshape my barely usable body."

"Maybe this job of serving me bores you, doesn't it, Wormtail? Do you just want to abandon me now?"

"Master! I—I have no intention of leaving you, not at all—"

Wormtail's thin, panicked voice was trembling, but Voldemort cut him off before he could finish his explanation.

"Don't lie to me!" The cold voice reappeared, "I know everything, Wormtail, you came back to me because of fear, and there is a fear that makes your heart tremble chasing you, even though you come back to me Make you regret it too"

"I disgust you, I can see you cringe when you see me, I feel you tremble when you touch me"

"It's not like that! I'm loyal to my master—"

But the trembling voice was interrupted again.

"You're just scared, because that fear scares you more than being with me, and you're afraid to face him, so you've come, hoping to take shelter from me, but now you're disappointed, yes Bar?"

Hissing whispers echoed in the quiet room. Voldemort's voice was not loud, but it gave Wormtail a kind of fear that was pierced through his heart.

"It was Ron Weasley who broke my business several times and destroyed several of my Horcruxes, right?"

"After watching the last game, you think I - think me! Voldemort! There is no shelter for you, that monstrous fellow is no match for the great Dark Lord!"

"so you"

A sneer hissed across the wrinkled, ugly face.

"Plan to run away again, abandon your master, and hide in a mouse hole for the rest of your life?"

A snort of disdain came out, which made the already trembling Wormtail almost unable to stand up. He barely stood up with the wall, but it looked as if he was about to fall to his knees.

"We are wizards, we have the power of magic. If we really want to find someone, we don't need to lie on the ground like smelly Muggles to smell the smell of that person's feet."

"Those stupid Aurors in the Ministry of Magic can't use those advanced magics to make names a tool to track someone down, but you think that little monster can't do this kind of thing?"

Wormtail, who couldn't stand anymore, knelt down on the floor where the dust was almost finger-thick. He crouched in front of the low chair and looked at the rags with pleading eyes, but he didn't dare to cross Duo raised his head, he was also afraid of seeing those vicious and cold eyes.

"Save my master, please save my master, I am your loyal servant! Please save me, master."

"That, that person is a demon, a demon walking in the world. He will never let me go! Absolutely not!"

"Now you are the only one who can save me, master. I am afraid, but I know your strength, master. You are the great Dark Lord! I never thought of betraying you. When I got your news, I immediately .I."

"enough!"

Voldemort coldly interrupted Wormtail's ramblings. At least he can now be sure that Wormtail will not leave him for the time being. Although Wormtail returned to him out of fear of a greater horror, as long as he can protect him , then... this cowardly and stupid servant will not leave easily.

"Now then." Voldemort's voice returned to his coolness. "I need a wizard. No matter what method you use, I will see him appear here tonight."

"The Triwizard Tournament is over, and in a few months at most, the boy who frightened you will return to England, maybe."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Voldemort's words, "He remembers you, the rat running around in the gutter."

"I need a body that I can use, a body that allows me to hold the wand, and that's a very important thing for us."

"Go, my servant, and bring me a fresh sacrifice. The world has already begun to change, and I must also start to act."

"Yes, yes, master, yes, I will go now and I will bring back the sacrifice you asked for, I promise!"

Wormtail, who tried to calm himself down, kept chanting some inaudible nonsense, but his movements became stable as he kept chanting, and his eyes that were trembling with fear also quickly moved towards Some sort of decidedly savage transformation.

"I have to do I don't want to die don't want to die. Don't want to"

　There is one more update, it will be later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)