A ruined Hogwarts

Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, Owen sent Harry away, who was dizzy from studying acting, and returned to the office disguised as Lockhart again.

The flame in the fireplace was almost extinguished. He added some firewood to it. The warm temperature made people feel drowsy.

Owen yawned, raised his hand and patted his cheek, then pulled out a piece of parchment and skillfully prepared another letter from the Aether Society.

In the corner of the table, there is still a letter he got out the day before yesterday, and the sender is still Benny Smith. The content of the letter is:

"Gilderoy, don't kid me! You really can't do it yourself? This is not something you would say!

"If that's the case, then we have to think carefully about what to do. You know, if that old guy Dumbledore is really on guard, even if I tie you up, we will deliver the goods to your door!

"Let me deal with the matter at hand first, and then help you think of a solution. If you are really unsure, just honestly ask for help from the society. It doesn't matter if you contribute less, there will still be a long time to come. If you insist on persisting even though you know it can't be done, and end up ruining the important things of the society, Lilith will definitely tear you to pieces!

"Also, I couldn't agree more with the store's evil pricing, but please don't say that in front of K.

"Also, I have read your autobiography of Lao Shizi. It is well written. Please don't write it again in the future."

Next to this letter was a reply written at the Dark Lord's request. Apart from some useless pleasantries, the most important part is:

"...It's not that I'm not sure, on the contrary, I have a good idea that will definitely succeed, I just need a reliable person to cooperate with me... I can share half of the contribution with you after it is completed, so you can have fun, come here Just by wandering around, you can pick up a lot of contributions for free..."

Apparently, Voldemort didn't want more people from the Aether Society to get involved. This also allowed Owen to completely confirm his plan: to lure Benny Smith to Hogwarts, subdue him and use the bottle of elixir in his hand to refine his body, temporarily giving up the idea of ​​sneaking into the headquarters of the Aether Society to obtain magic. The thought of stone.

Of course, Irving will confront this.

He picked up the extremely flamboyant peacock feather quill on the table, dipped it in the ink in the ink bottle, thought for a while, and wrote on the paper:

"Gilderoy, I have good news and bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?

"Okay, let's start with the bad news. Lilith knows that your mission to capture Harry Potter is in trouble.

"It's all because of that idiot Trev. I just accidentally let it slip when I was drinking with him and mentioned that I was going to Hogwarts to help you. This guy turned around and stabbed Lilith! Hasn't this guy given up on Lilith? He deserves to be beaten so many times by that female tyrannosaurus!

"Lilith is planning to intervene. You know, she has always been extremely fanatical about K. During this period, K was so greedy for Harry Potter that he was drooling. Naturally, Lilith would not allow this mission to go wrong. In fact, she She has long been dissatisfied with the progress of your mission, and this time just gave her a reason to intervene.

"But then I think about it, this is also good news, right? Lilith has taken over the responsibility, and if something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with you. Isn't it just that the contribution after the matter is completed will be less? I think it is still a small Life is more important.

"Okay, it's all up to me. The worst I can do is contribute less, uh, how about one-third?

"It's a pity that there was something wrong with the Institute's recent mission in South Africa. K rushed over to deal with it. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back within half a month, and he may not be able to make it for this mission.

"Actually, I suggest that we wait for another half month. When K comes back, things will definitely be stable. You know, he not only stole the Sorcerer's Stone under Dumbledore's nose last year, but also had friendship with Dumbledore in the early years. Even if he can't beat him once, the old guy won't be able to keep him if he wants to leave.

"Okay, get ready for Lilith's fatal chain letter. That woman is about to start a hellish mission mode again.

"Yours truly, Benny Smith."

After writing the final signature, Owen raised his lips and began to write a new letter:

"Lockhart, I am aware of the difficulties you encountered in the mission to capture Harry Potter. I will take over this mission next, and you will pay attention to your cooperation at Hogwarts.

"This mission is temporarily carried out by Benny Smith, you and me, and the capture plan will be adjusted according to the specific situation. I will evaluate the difficulty of the mission and do not rule out the possibility of recruiting more members to participate.

"In the next period of time, please inform me in a letter of all the relevant information you know. I will make a plan based on your intelligence and investigation. If important information is missed, you will know the consequences.

"Starting from tonight, we will enter emergency mission mode and ensure that we can send and receive letters at any time between 9 pm and 3 am every day. If there is an emergency, please inform us in the letter in advance.

"Lilith."

After writing the last stroke in Peter Pettigrew's ugly and distinctive font, Owen inserted the quill back into the ink bottle, reread the still-undry letter, and then lazily moved his arms. .

Then, he began to summon the Dark Lord for the third time this week.

This call did not receive a response. Obviously, as Voldemort said, he is not always attached to other people's bodies, which would just consume his life force in vain.

Owen waited for a while without showing any expression on his face, but he persevered and recited the spell to summon the Dark Lord again.

After he finished reciting it for the third time, the warm room suddenly turned cold, and the sudden influx of darkness was churning, giving it a more dangerous feeling than before.

"Wormtail, what's the matter with you?" Voldemort's voice sounded as violent as if he had been awakened from sleep, and one could clearly feel his anger and murderous intent.

Owen entered actor mode again, his body trembling like chaff, and he stammered as if he was frightened: "Master... Master, I received two... two more letters. Your plan... failed Problem."

"Read it to me." Voldemort said coldly.

Owen quickly picked up Benny's letter and read it through quickly.

After hearing that Benny had let the matter slip, Voldemort snorted coldly and cursed trash in his heart.

After learning that Lilith was going to intervene, he took it seriously. After all, he is now in a weak state and is no longer the Dark Lord with boundless power. Facing multiple wizards, he may really capsize in the gutter.

When he heard that K had escaped from Dumbledore's hands, the darkness surging in the corner of the room visibly froze for a moment, and Voldemort's mood truly became serious. Regardless of whether this news is exaggerated or not, K is obviously not easy to mess with. The current self... may not be able to defeat him.

"We can't wait for K to come back." He said bluntly, "The variables would be too great. We must attract people from the Ether Society within half a month." He didn't have much stored vitality, and he couldn't waste it on fighting with the main force of the Ether Society. On the entanglement of meaning.

Owen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and read the last sentence of the letter.

"Mission mode?" Voldemort repeated in a low voice, with a little doubt in his tone. Apparently, he didn't understand what the death-letter and hell mission modes meant.

But once Owen started reading the second letter, he quickly understood.

Make sure to send and receive letters at any time between nine o'clock in the evening and three o'clock in the morning every day... Are the people in the Aether Society all nocturnal creatures?

Voldemort was silent. He could imagine how frantically harassed he would be by Wormtail in the next period of time.

Although he has the intention to be responsible for sending and receiving letters himself, but again, his current identity and status are very inconvenient. Moreover, his vitality was not brought by the strong wind, so it would be a waste to waste it on such things.

No, if it's not an important letter, you still have to leave it to Wormtail himself.

"Wormtail, write your own reply." Voldemort said slowly. "As for the information requested in the letter, you can truthfully write down the situation at Hogwarts, but you must emphasize that Dumbledore and the professors were all killed by Slater. Lin's heir is troubled, and their focus is on how to capture the heir, and less attention is paid to Harry Potter."

"Let them know that now is the best time to capture Harry Potter, and there can be no further delay. Let them understand that this task is not that difficult, lest the Tai Society send more people to participate in this task."

If only Lilith and Benny Smith came over, Voldemort thought he could handle it. After all, there was still Wormtail, the second and fifth son, who could make a sneak attack. Although Wormtail is stupid and has average strength, he is at least a normal adult wizard.

If there were more people, the situation would be very different. When K finds time to come over, the plan will definitely be completed.

"I...should I write it myself? But..." Owen put on a guilty look and asked in a low voice without confidence.

"Wormtail, if you can't even do such a small thing well, then what's the use of you?" Voldemort said coldly.

Owen stood there blankly, seemingly stunned by the Dark Lord's words. He was silent for a while, then suddenly covered his face with his hands and let out a loud cry.

"I'm sorry, Master... I'm so useless. I really let you down." He cried out with sobs, as if he had collapsed. "I have been like this since I was a child. I have always been the most inconspicuous one, always taking everything into consideration. Everything is messed up, and someone else always needs to clean up the mess. No one needs me, nothing can be done, and even the master despises me... Sure enough, a stupid person like me shouldn't live in this world!"

Owen sniffled and blew his nose, continuing to cry.

Well, anyway, the Dark Lord needs him now, and he is his only loyal servant. There is no benefit in killing him. Since you can't do it to death, you can do it with all your strength.

Voldemort was so upset by the sudden crying that he didn't know what to say. He was so irritated that he wanted to kill someone. He wanted to chop this stupid and hypocritical servant into pieces and feed it to pigs. But what are the benefits of doing so? Killing the only available person around you, apart from making yourself feel more comfortable, really leaves only a mess.

"You have to understand, Wormtail, you are not as bad as you think." Although he deeply agreed with Wormtail's incompetence, Voldemort still endured his boredom and said unintentional words to appease people, "These days, you too You have helped me complete a lot of things, which shows that you are not lacking in wisdom."

He swallowed this grievance! He swore that when he made a comeback, he would let Wormtail taste the wrath of the Dark Lord!

Although he swore viciously in his heart, Voldemort's voice became gentler: "Think about it, Wormtail, if you are really worthless, how could the Dark Lord allow you to become his servant?"

Owen put down his hands covering his eyes, revealing his red eyes, looking moved. He said movedly: "Okay, Master, I feel like I can do it! I'll write a letter right now!"

After he finished speaking, he wiped his face, picked up the quill pen and wrote a reply letter, and then read it out with an uneasy look on his face.

After listening to Wormtail read what he had written, Voldemort truly fell silent and did not want to say anything else.

In this short reply, he heard four grammatical errors and two incomprehensible words, as well as monotonous sentence patterns and confusing and ambiguous expressions...

While Wormtail does a good job of writing what he's told, who is he pretending to be? It's Gilderoy Lockhart! He is a world-famous writer! Doesn't writing this kind of letter clearly tell the Aether Society that Lockhart has been replaced by someone else?

Voldemort completely understood that Wormtail was not just hypocritical and unconfident, but indeed a complete idiot. Faced with this situation, even using the Imperius Curse to control it is useless, because the Imperius Curse only controls the mind, not increases IQ!

Why did he meet a servant who was so stupid and refined?

At this moment, the Dark Lord, who had never cared about his followers, missed and cherished his former Death Eaters for the first time.

"Forget it, I said, you write." After a long time, he said in a very calm voice.

"Oh, Master! I...I still let you down..." Owen lowered his head in despair, his whole person exuding a decadent aura, "Oh, I really want to help Master, but I Insufficient ability... I really wish I could be as powerful as James and the others, I wish more people could help, I wish Master you could master the art of cloning..."

Doppelgänger... Hearing this word, Voldemort thought of his diary. If I just deal with the ether society, I can definitely do it in the diary!

If Wormtail can't be relied on, then he can only rely on himself.

It's just that his diary didn't absorb much life force, and the power of the Horcrux itself was also very weak. During this period of time, I have been following a little wizard, constantly communicating with him, trying to control him...

But it will probably take quite some time for the soul fragments in the diary to control the little wizard. Of course he can help control the little wizard to send and receive letters, but the problem is the same as him, a student who is always not in the dormitory at night can easily be found to be abnormal, not to mention that all the teachers and students of Hogwarts have become All the vegetation is gone.

Although the self in the diary has been able to gather his body and act independently, he can't last more than a few days by wasting his life force all day long. And Hagrid has been paying close attention to the Forbidden Forest recently, and has also united with the centaurs and magical animal groups in the Forbidden Forest. Replenishing vitality has become not so easy.

unless……

Voldemort carefully weighed the pros and cons.

Based on observations over these days, Wormtail is extremely stupid, but he is still loyal enough. After all, he has nowhere to go without himself.

He made up his mind and spoke slowly: "Wormtail, I will make an alchemy item specially for you, and let it teach you how to do it instead of me."

Owen lowered his head, a flash of astonishment flashing across his eyes.

"Tomorrow night, I will give it to you." Voldemort's voice carried a hint of threat, "But you have to know that that kind of alchemy item is very fragile. If you can't preserve it well, I won't make another one for you. Two copies..."

"Yes, I understand, Master. It's really troublesome for you to bother for me..." Owen said with a moved face, raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After writing the two replies, Voldemort's voice faded away. Owen sat back in the chair calmly, twirling his wand quickly with his right hand, his expression thoughtful.

That's right, he had been showing the stupidity of Peter Pettigrew in front of Voldemort, constantly sending letters and foreshadowing, just to find the stolen diary.

As long as Peter Pettigrew is stupid enough, Voldemort will find that the only one he can rely on is himself.

But Owen's original idea was that Voldemort should send the Ethereum Society's badge to the diary, so that the other party could communicate with the Ethereum Society on his behalf.

In this case, Owen can find out the whereabouts of the diary from the Marauder's Map by controlling the time when the Aether Society sends letters, and then make targeted arrangements.

He even considered that if Voldemort was still unwilling to use the diary today, he would let Aether learn to use the desperate chain letter. Lilith sent seven or eight letters erratically every night, and every time he summoned the Dark Lord, he didn't believe that this guy could bear it.

But Owen never expected that Voldemort would decide to send the diary directly.

This somewhat disrupted his plan. After all, his own uniqueness cannot be concealed. Once he communicates with the diary, it is easy to find abnormalities and cause trouble.

"This is really... dramatic." Owen shook his head in amusement, putting his hand on his forehead and laughing so hard that his shoulders trembled, "This is the so-called, how you snatched the diary back, you have to give it to me. Send it back intact?"

The Dark Lord is so upright that he can't be punished directly. (End of chapter)