Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 182 Peter and Tom

It is not difficult for Pietro Perudi to avoid people's eyes and ears.

Although his short legs can't run fast, his body is stealthy enough and he can often catch some "free rides".

After a week of restless driving and crossing mountains and rivers, Peter Perudi finally came to the edge of the Black Forest in Algeria - the place agreed with the Dark Lord.

"Master, great master, where are you?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Peter released the Animagus from his state, and turned back into that short, fat, wretched uncle with a bald head.

He gnawed his nails and called out in a low voice, as if he was uneasy about everything around him, and his head like a marinated egg couldn't help but look around.

"Whoo~"

The shadows of the trees swayed as the wind blew by.

Peter shrunk his neck nervously, and his hairs stood up all of a sudden.

"Hehe, very good, my dear servant, you have kept your agreement with me."

Suddenly, a deep and obscure voice sounded from Peter's mind.

The voice was extremely weak, but it revealed a happy mood.

Peter Perudi's face froze, and he froze for a moment, with an extremely hypocritical smile on his face.

"Master, is that you?"

With a "swish", a gray-white figure emerged from the low bushes at an extremely fast speed, startling Peter.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a gray-white, rotting wild dog.

The wild dog had apparently been dead for a long time, but regained its life in a strange way. The eyes that should have been lifeless now revealed snake-like amber vertical pupils.

It was Voldemort!
"Ah, my great master, your faithful servant Peter Perudi finally sees you again."

It doesn't matter whether the existence in front of him is a dog or a person, Peter Perudi doesn't care at all.

He knelt down on the ground without thinking, his forehead was deeply buried in the soft soil, and he placed his posture very low.

"Very well, Peter, I am satisfied with your performance."

Seeing the obedient Peter, the wild dog smiled humanely.

After he successfully committed suicide in Azkaban Prison and his soul successfully condensed outside, Voldemort has been thinking carefully.

It is definitely not possible to continue to live in the form of a soul, and it is an old-fashioned problem-he needs a body of his own.

Then a new problem arises. He used to have Quirrell as his helper, but now, where can he find a servant who is absolutely loyal to him?
At this moment, Voldemort was so blessed that a name popped up in his mind.

Peter Perudi.

That cowardly guy may not be loyal to him, but he is definitely easy to control!
So after sneaking back to the Black Forest of Algeria, he began to try to get in touch with the long-lost Peter through the "Dark Mark".

Sure enough, the cowardly guy was still alive.

And, it seems to be alive and well.

Looking down at Peter Perudi who was prostrate on the ground with the body of a wild dog, Voldemort boasted that he had made a wonderful move.

"Arise, my faithful servant, I am very glad that you have obeyed your orders."

Relying on the other party to reshape the flesh, he can't treat Peter the same as Quirrell-at least not now.

"Thank you, my great master."

Peter got up from the ground, not even daring to reach out to sweep the dust off his body and the mud on his forehead. The look of lowering his brows made Voldemort feel happier.

"Let's go, let's get out of here, I need to recover my strength, and you also need a new identity to resume activities in the magic world."

Having a helper is a lot of convenience, Voldemort gritted his teeth, with a stern look in his eyes.

"This time, I will sweep everything!"

"Of course, your will is my greatest wish."

Peter showed a flattering smile, and the engraving of enslavement deep in his soul shone slightly.

If you look closely at the imprint, you can vaguely see the bones and roses intertwined~
"Hello, my name is Tom."

Wearing a pure gold mask, the black-haired young man introduced himself to Old Zod.

He stretched out his hand, revealing the fancy solid gold cufflinks on his sleeves.

It was a pattern of intertwined bones and roses.

"Death Bloom?"

Old Zod's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart beat wildly.

Without thinking, he pulled out the wand hidden in his sleeve pocket and pointed it at the young man opposite.

"You are Sauron?"

Hearing this, the young man was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth under the mask rose slightly, revealing a helpless wry smile.

"Mr. Zod, unfortunately, I am not Lord Sauron.

I'm his squire, Tom. "

"I don't care who you are, what does "Death Bloom" do to me!"

Want to ask which illegal organization is the most popular now?
Undoubtedly, it is the "Death Bloom" under the command of "Devil Lord Sauron"!
They were a group of dark wizards with no bottom line and scheming tricks, even the United Ministry of Magic couldn't do anything about them.

What is even more frightening is the "Monarch Sauron" - the man who single-handedly set fire to the British Ministry of Magic and then escaped.

And the most frightening thing is that "Death Bloom" does not have its own territory like they did before.

Um.
It may not be appropriate to say that, "Paradise Street" is said to be the headquarters of "Death Bloom", but those dark wizards never admit it.

Even the Ministry of Magic's several inspections failed to find anything, and even because of tax issues, it must be vigorously protected there.

Let the Ministry of Magic protect the stronghold of their opponents, those dark wizards of "Death Bloom" are simply talented!

At least Old Zod thinks that before their "saints" regain their full strength, it's better not to mess with those lunatics.

Unexpectedly, the other party came to the door!

"Master Sauron knows everything and knows that you are a great figure of the "saint", so let me come to pay a visit."

Even with the wand pointed at him, Tom still maintained a good demeanor and looked confident.

He smiled and reached out to old Zod again.

"Hello, Mr. Zod."

"Ah."

Zod just sneered, turning a blind eye to the hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about, 'saint'? What 'saint', never heard of it!"

How could any player reveal his hole cards as soon as he came up.

Old Zod laughed straight, as if he was going to play a fool to the end.

"Mr. Zod, Lord Sauron's power is beyond your imagination, he is almost omniscient and omnipotent.

He knows that you are the second in command of the "Saints", and he also knows that your "Saints" recently welcomed back their leader, Gellert Grindelwald.

Let's get straight to the point. I don't mean any malice here, it's just normal communication.

And I'm not afraid of threats, even if you kill me with "Avada Kedavra", I will still be resurrected in Lord Sauron's palace.

So why don't we make things easier, you take me to find Mr. Grindelwald, I will complete our Lord Sauron's mission, everyone is happy. "

Tom spread his hands and sighed softly.

"Master Sauron's will is above all else, you definitely don't want him to come here in person."

(End of this chapter)