Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

Stephen and Martin returned to the Ravenclaw common room, where Rowan was already sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room reading a book.

The two of them walked to sit down next to Rowan, and Stephen took out a piece of paper and prepared to start writing a letter. Martin took out the new issue of The Quibbler and looked at it. He was very interested in the content, or he was simply watching it.

Stephen took out his quill, but he did not start writing. Instead, he was thinking about how the letter he was going to write later would change the direction of things.

"Not to mention how I knew about this matter. Even if the letter sent by a public owl would make Dumbledore suspicious and investigate, he would still check it out."

Stephen felt that he did not need to think about how to make Dumbledore believe what he had written, because Dumbledore would verify it himself. And even if he exposes the fact that he knows about this matter, he can still blame the matter on Jacob.

"But if Dumbledore finds out about the change of Secret Keeper and protects the Potter family more closely, will the mysterious man be killed by his killing curse?" Stephen felt that he had better not bet on this. One thing, you must know that Voldemort had five Horcruxes at this time.

He thought for a while and put down the pen in his hand, "So the best way is to maintain the original story line and let the Potter family die under Voldemort's curse, and then Lily uses ancient magic to protect Harry Potter and let the mysterious The person is killed by his own killing curse, and then all the Horcruxes are destroyed according to the original storyline."

"Stephen, what are you thinking about?" Rowan looked up and found that Stephen was still not writing, so he asked curiously. Martin was attracted by Rowan's question, and he also looked at Stephen with his eyes slightly exposed.

"I was thinking about what to write in the letter to Hagrid." Stephen picked up the pen, then put it down again, and answered casually.

"You must have been too busy recently, so you wanted to go to him to relax." Rowan smiled, not taking Stephen's words to heart, and instead continued to focus on the book in his hand. m

Martin continued to cover his entire face with the magazine, maybe he was sleeping just now...

After Stephen saw that Rowan and Martin no longer paid attention to him, he lowered his head and stared at the letter in a daze.

He is still hesitating. If a few more people die, the Wizarding War will end. Compared with the number of people who died in this war before, this is just a trivial matter, and this matter is very important to the British wizarding community. It is undoubtedly a blessing.

Stephen picked up the pen again, "If this thing must happen in the prophecy, can I really change this thing?"

He felt that he could not take risks. If he changed the direction of the entire incident, once it went into an unknown situation, it would probably cause a huge disaster to everyone.

But Stephen immediately thought of another Longbottom.

He felt that if there was anything he could change, it would be to let Dumbledore take care of the Longbottom family on the 31st so that Neville's parents would not be tortured by Death Eaters.

With this thought in mind, Stephen began to write a letter. He wrote the warning about this matter in advance, and sent the credit owl to Dumbledore when the time was up.

Late at night, Riddle House. At this time, Riddle Mansion was not as dilapidated as it would be later, but as the headquarters of the Death Eaters, a gloomy tone permeated the entire Riddle Mansion.

In the lobby of Riddle House.

"Peter, my loyal servant, you did a good job this time. I can consider giving you some rewards. Tell me, what do you want?" Voldemort said, looking at Pettigrew coldly. At this time, only Pettigrew was beside him. one person.

"My respected master." Pettigrew bowed to Voldemort in fear, "How can I make demands of you? You must know that everything I have now was given to me by you."

"Very well." Voldemort simply nodded and stood up from what at least looked like a throne. He walked up to Pettigrew, who quickly lowered his head so as not to look at Voldemort.

Voldemort's deathly pale face looked waxy, weirdly twisted, and the whites of his eyes seemed permanently bloodshot. He patted Pettigrew on the shoulder, and then said: "I know you are eager for great power. This is what I and my followers are pursuing. There is nothing to hide."

"Oh, of course, my master." Pettigrew felt like he was shaking, and he spoke with great strength, "So master, can you give me this humble servant more power, so that I can Better to follow you.”

Voldemort did not speak, but looked at Pettigrew. He had always despised this timid man, but he also admired or enjoyed Pettigrew's loyalty to him.

"Peter."

"My master, what are your orders?" Pettigrew hurriedly answered Voldemort's words.

"Your loyalty has made me decide to teach you a powerful method." Voldemort's voice was full of fascination and belief in powerful power, "And this method can make your magic stronger. And when you need it, just You need to sacrifice a part of your body to amplify the power of the spell cast several times."

Pettigrew did not dare to show any emotion about this method on his face, and he hurriedly responded with his loudest voice: "Thank you Master for your gift. I, your loyal slave, will definitely follow the Dark Lord to the death."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, took out his wand and tapped Pettigrew on the shoulder.

"Peter, don't expose the information you and I mentioned to anyone, otherwise..."

"Of course, my master." Pettigrew nodded quickly.

"Get out." Voldemort waved his hand and drove Pettigrew directly out of the hall of Riddle House.

After Pettigrew left, Voldemort sat on his throne and looked at a map on the long table. On it was Godric's Hollow, and there was a mark on the Potter family's hideout.

"I believe those stupid rebels will have a good Halloween." Voldemort casually reduced the map to ashes, "Those who are not willing to surrender to me can become ghosts on Halloween."

"Nothing can stop me, not even death."

Pettigrew walked out of Riddle House. The pressure on him to face Voldemort alone was too great. He wiped the cold sweat on his face with his sleeves.

"I feel the breath of power." Pettigrew felt that his magic power seemed to have improved a lot. "James and his group just regarded me as their follower. Even if they have powerful methods, they are not willing to teach them to me."

Pettigrew took out his wand, and he sensed his wand's thirst for power, "Only the Dark Lord has given me greater power. Sirius, you will definitely like this gift, you are always so arrogant. ....."

Pettigrew used Disapparation in front of Riddle's house, and he had to return to his previous hiding place until the day Voldemort took action.