Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 328 The Source of Fear
It's actually not that difficult to find a suitable sacrifice.

It is actually not as difficult as imagined to deal with a wizard without alarming others or exposing yourself. As long as you choose a good target, it is no more difficult than making a Muggle disappear.

The floating population in the magic world is too large. Compared with the stable wizards, the floating wizards who roam around the world account for a larger proportion. After all, opening a shop requires capital, and the Ministry of Magic has limited positions. Under the services of Happy Education, If you don't learn solid skills in school, then making money everywhere is probably the biggest trend in the magic world.

There is no need to move your butt, and you can work in one place with peace of mind. It is similar to civil servants, but civil servants are a minority. The wizards who have become floating population are basically engaged in the role of 'temporary workers', wherever they need to go.

Anyway, wizards don’t have to worry about food, let alone housing. It’s very easy for a well-off Muggle to go out and relax and travel for a few months, so that you can take care of the house for them with confidence, so that no small thieves will take advantage of it. The convenience of magic gave them an excuse to pursue freedom, but to be honest, this is actually a very sad and unreasonable thing.

Wizards who can use magical power actually live like tramps. Although they can enjoy much better treatment than tramps on the material level, there is actually no difference on the psychological level.

Such a loose social structure is actually extremely unstable, especially in the future when the Muggle population will explode and the wizard population will also rise accordingly. The looseness of the wizarding world will become an unstable cause, but what will happen? The catastrophe can only be told by time.

But also thanks to this.

Wormtail, who turned into a rat, shuttled skillfully in the dark corners that people couldn't notice. It was the most stupid idea to attack a settled wizard family. Even if his mind was filled with mud, he would never have such an idea. , but the place Wormtail went this time was indeed a place where wizards gathered.

That's Diagon Alley.

Compared with the bustle of the day, Diagon Alley is pitch black after nightfall. The few illuminated buildings here are probably only the 24-hour Gringotts and the Leaky Cauldron at the main entrance of Diagon Alley.

Countless drunkards will drink here all night, the card table is full of all kinds of laughter, jokes, complaints and the roar of losers. The cards of invincible heroes have indeed brought new vitality to the wizarding world. Those idle 'tramps' It's actually a good thing to have something more exciting than drinking to pass the time at night, and it can make people use their brains more.

Wormtail waited quietly at the location where Diagon Alley connected to the Leaky Cauldron, compared to the trouble of going to Knockturn Alley to find those dark wizards who were vigilant and had absolutely unclean hands, walking out of here was a drunken drunk It's much easier to deal with.

Not everyone can leave enough money to sleep in the boss Tom's room, and many people go away cursing after spending all the money, but they don't like to go out through the main entrance into the Muggle world. Drunkenness didn't hold the wand, so the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic wouldn't mind giving them a ticket or even a verdict.

If you don't give enough money, then you can go to Azkaban to stay for a while. Those who travel daily or in January are the main force to feed the dementors.

As for Apparating away?

Wizards who still cherish their own lives will not do this until they are not blown away by the chilly night wind.

Don't even think about Floo fans, not to mention whether they will mispronounce the address after drinking hemp, but as long as they have a stable home, why do these 'tramps' come to the bar and get drunk?A wizard who lives in a Muggle's house can't make it through even if he wants to use it. The connection to the Floo network needs to be applied for.

After arriving at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, Wormtail only waited for half an hour before meeting two or three waves of wizards coming out of the bar. However, none of them was left alone. Out of timidity and caution, he chose to wait for the right one. prey.

After a while, the brick wall opened to both sides again, and a wizard walking crookedly walked out of it. After coming out of the filthy bar, the cold air in the alley was fresh for a long time. At the same time as he went for one or two minutes, the dizziness in his head also made him stagger a few steps to the entrance of the alley on the side, and sprayed out a lot of filth with a "wow" while holding on to the wall.

A fat, gray mouse ran away, as if frightened by the sudden attack.

He muttered a few curse words in his mouth, but then he laughed out of nowhere, as if the scurrying rat just hit his point of laughter.

But before the drunken smile dissipated, the moment he finished vomiting and turned around, a beam of red light quickly hit his defenseless back from the end of the alley.

The power of the Stunning Spell instantly sent him to a peaceful sleep, and he fell in embarrassment in the filth he spit out, and the sour smell stained his clothes.

And in the dark alley, Wormtail, who was cursing silently, was constantly using a cleansing spell on his body. The rat that was sprayed all over his face was not clean at all, and Wormtail who was almost fumigated He didn't even wait for this guy to get farther from the exit before attacking, which already showed that he was in a state of desperation at the moment.

But the goal was achieved.

The levitating spell moved the sleepy man silently, and the rope of magical transformation bound the drunkard. The sleepy man twisted a few times. It seemed that after being knocked out, he began to have a not-so-good dream.

With a look of disgust, he cleaned up the vomit stained on this guy's body, and quickly cleaned up the remaining traces. Wormtail grabbed the man's arm and turned his body slightly. He disappeared in the In this dark alley.

A wandering alcoholic, the Ministry of Magic's Aurors don't care about their disappearance at all. Apart from contributing fines and a place for a gourmet tour of Azkaban, this kind of homeless person is not under the protection of the Ministry of Magic. , Aurors only protect wizards who are resident and resident, because only they can be regarded as 'citizens' of their country.

Wormtail's highly efficient actions also made Voldemort very happy in his rags. This clumsy and timid servant can always burst out some good sparks when it comes to his own safety. Since he is not useless, then Black The devil will also show his mercy.

"well-done."

This praise made the bald, short and fat man kneel down straight with trembling legs.

"Thank you master, thank you master, this is what I should do master!"

The flattering expression was instantly on his face, but for some reason, Voldemort felt a little disgusted when he saw Wormtail's appearance. There were many people who followed him because of his own strength, but this kind of guy.
"Then let's get ready."

The voice of Voldemort, who was too lazy to talk nonsense, returned to his previous indifference, but no matter what, his current tone revealed some eagerness.

"Although you are not a guy who is very good at serving me, under your sloppy care, I have recovered a little bit of vitality."

"What I need this time is not a complete body, the current strength is barely enough."

"While meeting my faithful servants."

A mocking smile played across the ugly baby's face.

"Such a body is enough."

The crucible burning with magic fire was injected with fresh, magical blood. A simple and evil ceremony began at this moment. Wormtail's eyes were full of uneasy and wandering light. He was fearful, expecting, and Longing to be sheltered by a more powerful force, an extremely urgent longing.

But after the sacrificial life was swallowed by the old and narrow crucible, a pale arm stretched out from the bloody water burning with demon fire.

Then there was a pale head, snake-like vertical pupils were inlaid like gems on the face that was smeared with white ash, and the thin cracks were lips. The pale figure standing from the cauldron did not look like a human, although he had a human appearance It looks like a shoddy semi-finished product, except for the human form, he has nothing similar to a human being.

The pale and thin body is only decorated with eyes and a slit-like mouth, and even the ears are omitted, leaving two hollows. The glued fingers are of different lengths, but they are enough to hold the thin wand, simplifying everything In detail, Voldemort faded away from his ugly baby-like weak body, and reappeared in this world in the form of an inhuman monster
But this is only the first step, the first step for him to reintegrate into this world.

"The new world you're talking about"

Voldemort accepted the wand that Wormtail offered in both hands.

"I'm interested too"

"Abyss, demons, and the power far beyond my imagination."

"Hehehehe. Hahahahaha."

There was a scalp-numbing, eerie laughter coming from the gaping slit.

"My eternal life. I will hold it all in my hand"

"It's a wonderful world, and I want to thank you for setting and revealing the stage for me."

A low but piercing laughter echoed faintly in the dilapidated room.

"And everything you have prepared, I will accept it unceremoniously."

A crazy smile appeared on that pale face, and the monster-like face that was so different from the faceless man became even more distorted at this moment.

"What a wonderful world. I never did go far enough to see."

The weak whimper made Voldemort frown slightly. Although he didn't even have eyebrows, it should be the expression he wanted to show at the moment.

"What are you still afraid of, Wormtail? My faithful servant?"

Being interrupted from narcissism was not a pleasant feeling for Voldemort, but Wormtail was still useful, and this improvised body was limited in time, although Voldemort was confident of getting a real one before the time expired. Useful body, but there's nothing wrong with a little more backhand. Knowing Wormtail's weakness, Voldemort was confident he could hold the timid servant.

"Master Master"

The crying voice appeared together with a figure kneeling on the ground rubbing the floor.

At some point, Wormtail fell limply to the ground again, he raised his head with difficulty, as if his spine had been pulled out.

This disgusting timidity is unlikely to bring joy, no matter to anyone.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes in disgust, and he didn't speak, because he didn't want to talk nonsense and was waiting for Wormtail to give him an explanation not to punish him.

"Master, are you going to deal with that demon? I heard you say that you have to accept everything."

"I'm not!" Suddenly, Wormtail, who realized something, screamed, "I'm not! I have absolutely no doubt that Master, you can't do all of this, the great Dark Lord has the power to change the world! I'm definitely not questioning you if!"

The hand that was about to be raised paused temporarily, and a hint of playfulness appeared in Voldemort's eyes.

"I suddenly became curious."

"Hehe~"

With this cold laugh, a black robe appeared on the pale body, covering this inhuman body, and Voldemort sat on the chair by the fire.

"What kind of fear is it that makes you dare to say these things in front of me and question what I have said?"

"No master, I didn't—"

"Shut up, I don't need your explanation, Wormtail, go ahead, tell me, tell me what your fear is, what you are afraid of."

Although he has just acquired this relatively complete temporary body, and the magic power in his body is less than one-tenth of the peak period, but the evil aura has continuously raised his dark power, so strong that it is almost suffocating. degree.

"I am. I."

Wormtail, whose lips were trembling, covered his eyes, but he couldn't help that the flickering picture appeared in his mind, and the memory linked by the picture brought him to the brink of collapse, he rubbed against the floor trying to Far away from the spot, but the limbs that had lost strength at some point could not drag his body.

Wormtail fell to the ground again, his head hit the corner of the wall, so he met those cold eyes.

The fear in his memory seemed to be swallowed by the fear he was exposed to now, and a new strength burst out of his trembling limbs at this moment.

"Only the master can save me. Only the master can save me. Only the master can save me!!!"

He was constantly hinting at himself, like brainwashing, trying to forget something. After those crazy whispers, Wormtail, which was no longer wriggling on the ground, slowly crawled up.

"Owner."

Wormtail let out a wry smile.

"When I was a mouse, at the Weasleys'."

He flinched violently.

"The devil bought a cat, and I became the cat's toy."

"In order to allow me to better train that cat"

More violent tremors occur uncontrollably.

"That demon, that guy named Ron Weasley."

"He petrified me, then took out a sharp razor"

Under Voldemort's furious gaze, Wormtail took off his trousers, which he couldn't tell the color of.

"The devil said that the mouse that has lived for ten years is going to die soon, so in order to keep my life alive."

"He grinningly cut off my me. Then soaked the wound in whiskey. Disinfected. Disinfected"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

The howl filled with grief, pain, and despair echoed in the abandoned old house, like the howling of a ghost, so miserable that it made one's scalp numb.

Even Voldemort. He looked down at Wormtail, who had shrunk into a ball in unforgettable fear. He subconsciously clamped his legs, but he didn't feel the existence of that size.

He shuddered slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

'It turned out that I didn't have a long copy when I remodeled. '

Voldemort let out a sigh of relief, without even realizing it.

(End of this chapter)