HP: Slytherin disguise

"Owner!"

"It's an honor to meet you!"

He raised his head and looked at the chair.

Decorah's eyes flickered.

On the chair, there is a wrapped head.

This head is very thin.

Raised bones can be seen.

This is a person, except that his head is normal, and his body is curled up in black cloth.

And he is Voldemort!

That Voldemort who makes people fearful, dare not mention his name, and call him by his first name!

But he is now.

Very weak.

"Did Wormtail find you?"

Voldemort opened his eyes as dark as cold pools and stared at Decorah who was kneeling on the ground.

"Yes Master, I didn't know you were here."

"Since you disappeared two years ago."

"I've been trying to find any trace of you, but there's no trace."

"Please forgive my uselessness, Master!"

Decorah's eyes were blazing, as if meeting Voldemort was a very exciting and happy thing.

"But now that I have found you, I promise to follow you..."

He moved forward on his knees.

A look of caution and solemnity.

Peter, who was lighting the fire beside him, froze, as if he was thinking about something at a loss.

But soon, he lit the fire.

Step aside and watch.

Voldemort stared at Decorah for a long time.

Only then did he withdraw his cold gaze.

"I see…"

"But you have to explain to me the rumors about you."

Decorah was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "I don't know why the rumors are like this, but Harry and I are indeed friends."

"But I know he must die!"

"It is his honor to die in the hands of his master!"

He didn't quite understand what Voldemort was talking about.

But I think it should be this.

"Do you know my plan?"

Voldemort closed his eyes and seemed tired and weak.

"I don't know."

Decorah told the truth.

"I need the bones of my relatives, the flesh of my servants, and the blood of my enemies to complete the true resurrection."

"However, the blood of the enemy is still lacking."

"I need to catch that boy after the Quidditch World Cup, get his blood, and complete his resurrection."

Voldemort's voice was weak, but still cold and biting.

"Master, maybe we can change someone. Harry Potter is too difficult to catch. He is surrounded by people who secretly protect him!"

"Perhaps, we can use the blood of other wizards instead!"

"Then complete the resurrection..."

"It's not worth the risk."

Peter panicked, after all, Harry was strictly protected.

It is completely difficult and dangerous for them to do so.

"This was my original plan, Wormtail!"

"Do you want me to give up on this plan?"

Voldemort's voice was cold and warning.

"Do not…"

Peter was hunched over, a look of panic on his face.

But he still said quickly: "But this is really risky! If you don't pay attention, you will be discovered!"

"I think we have to..."

Before he could finish his words, Decorah waved his wand and knocked him away.

Then he stood up and said, "Are you refuting what the master said?"

"Useless trash!"

"There's no use keeping a piece of trash like you."

Decorah raised her hand, raised her wand, and pointed it at Peter.

Peter fell to the ground, kept kicking his legs back, looked at Decorah who was slowly approaching, and screamed in fear: "No!"

"I don't!!"

"I just think it's too risky... You have to know how dangerous this plan is..."

"No no no..."

"You're just scared!!"

"I don't have the courage to carry out my master's plan!"

"You're trying to refute Master."

"I think you will only be a drag on your master if you live!"

"You should have died wisely!"

Decorah's eyes were cold, and he felt a great revenge had been avenged.

Damn thing, dare to plot against him?

"Master! I really didn't refute your words! Please..."

"I really have no objection, I just think it's risky!"

"Do not kill me!!"

"I'm still useful!"

Peter knew that Decorah was murderous towards him.

So, he had to ask Voldemort.

He climbed directly to the chair, knelt on the ground and kept praying: "Master, you must believe me!"

"I have always been loyal to you, and it is impossible for me to refute your words!"

"Please forgive my ignorance!!"

Peter reached out and kissed the robe wrapped around Voldemort gently.

Decorah raised her wand and turned slightly.

Staring with cold eyes at Peter who was begging Voldemort for forgiveness.

He is really capable of bending and stretching, and he is greedy for life and afraid of death.

There is a reason why Voldemort looks down on Peter.

He runs away when something happens and shrinks back when life and death are mentioned.

I don't know how he became a Death Eater.

"Owner…"

Decorah also looked at Voldemort, seeming to ask if he should kill Peter.

Voldemort glanced at the trembling Peter, and said in a cold tone: "He can't die yet, he has some small uses."

"Alright, Wormtail!"

"You can stand aside quietly and don't make any noise!"

He was a little impatient with the noise.

Peter hurriedly got up, feeling like he was surviving a disaster.

He glared at Decorah fiercely, his face full of resentment and hatred.

Decorah's eyes turned cold.

Take a step forward.

Peter was instantly frightened, and walked to the corner with his neck scrunched up and stood there.

But his face was particularly ugly and pale.

He glanced at Peter with disdain.

Decorah knelt down in front of the chair again and said, "Master, why do you have to wait until after the Quidditch World Finals?"

"Because at this time, wizards from all over the world will flock to this country, and all the nosy guys from the Ministry of Magic will be dispatched to stand guard! Repeatedly check everyone's identity to ensure that everything is safe and not discovered by Muggles!"

"So, we need to wait..."

Voldemort said, and then he noticed something.

Decorah turned her head and saw a twelve-foot-long snake sliding in from the door.

There are traces left on the thick dust.

"Nagini, come here."

Voldemort's voice was hoarse.

The giant snake Nagini slid over, sat on the chair, and stretched her head next to Voldemort.

Voldemort stretched out his bony, deformed-looking arm.

Stroking Nagini's head.

"Where are you going in the meantime? Master."

"No, you don't need to go anywhere."

The voices of the two people talking became lower and lower, as if they were talking about something.

Peter stood in the corner.

Somewhat eagerly wanting to hear what the two were talking about.

He now extremely regrets bringing Decorah over.

Obviously he could survive until Voldemort was resurrected, and then gain Voldemort's trust alone.

However, it was because he was afraid.

But he wanted to find Decorah, follow him to take care of the weak Voldemort, and then escape from Voldemort himself.

Now it seems.

Voldemort no longer needed him.

Such a useless person.

There is only death.

He was eager to regain the right to care for Voldemort and drive Decorah away.

But he didn't dare move or make a sound.