Hogwarts pet owl

Errol is a responsible person.

Not only did she know the general direction of the plot, she could also see things that others couldn't see, but she still put Harry in danger because of her negligence.

So she has to take responsibility for this.

"I'm going to find Harry now. You go and inform Dumbledore. He knows where I am."

After saying that, Errol disapparated to Hogsmeade Village No. 146.

"Momo!"

"Here, boss!"

Momo was a little surprised. The first thing the boss did every time he came back was to bury himself in the sofa. But today, the boss was standing in the middle of the living room with a serious expression. This was obviously not normal.

"Is anyone living in the old Gaunt house now?"

"No, our people go there every day to look. There is no sign of anyone living there. The original Muggle administrator also had his memory cleared and moved to another place because of the last raid by the Ministry of Magic."

Errol touched her chin——

There are so many pure-blood families connected to Voldemort that it is obviously unrealistic to investigate them one by one.

"In the course of our housekeeping services, have there been any unusual situations in recent months?"

Momo thought for a while and replied:

"There is nothing unusual, except that a few old customers have interrupted our service."

Errol's eyes lit up,

"Which ones? Give me the list."

Momo bowed slightly and disappeared into the living room.

Five seconds later, she appeared again, holding a thick notebook in her hand.

Opening the notebook, she pulled out the text from the notebook and showed it in front of Errol, and said:

"There are seven companies in total, four of them are unable to pay us because they have lost their jobs..."

Errol nodded, "These four families make a living with those pure-blood families. This is not abnormal."

——The key is that Voldemort also looks down on these low-level wizards, most of whom are mixed-blood wizards.

"The other two died of natural causes."

Errol nodded and looked at the last name floating in front of her——

Mrs. Pedillo.

"What's going on with this guy?"

Momo immediately replied: "I don't know, the other party drove back our compatriots who went to work as agreed and didn't pay the money, so we put their family on the blacklist."

Errol frowned.

Pedilu, Pedilu...

Ah!

It's Peter Pettigrew's house.

Errol made a decisive decision.

"I understand. I'm going to Pedilu's house now. You can take our compatriots who have no work at hand to surround it."

"Yes, boss!"

……

……

Harry opened his eyes with difficulty, frowning, and there was a dull pain in the back of his head.

——He was hit on the back of the head with a hard object and knocked unconscious. At this moment, Harry even suspected that he had been kidnapped by a Muggle.

His glasses were missing, so his vision was blurry. He only felt that he was tightly tied to a square wooden bar by ropes. He guessed that it was a dismantled beam.

After squinting for a while, he determined that what was in front of him was a large pot.

This made Harry confused for a moment - could he be throwing himself into the pot and boiling him?

In what age are you still doing this kind of torture?

Is it that the Cruciatus Curse no longer works, or that the Death Curse is no longer effective?

"You're awake, Harry Potter."

His voice was sharp and harsh, but his tone was unusually calm.

Harry followed the sound and saw a blur of black.

"Huh, it looks like you don't want to talk to me,"

Voldemort smiled and said,

"It's okay, I don't like talking to you in this state. Wait a moment, Harry Potter."

After saying that, black mist flew into the cauldron.

Harry was even more confused. Was he stewing himself in an iron pot?

Peter Pettigrew stood up from behind Harry now - Harry had not noticed him until now.

Peter Pettigrew muttered something and raised his wand.

"The unintentional donation of your father's bones can regenerate your son."

From a wooden box beside the large pot, some gray-white smoke flew up and fell into the pot. The originally clear soup began to hiss and sparks flew everywhere.

Although Harry couldn't see clearly, he could still see that the pot of soup gradually turned into a bright blue.

Well, he was now sure that this pot of soup was obviously not for people to drink. It was poisonous from the looks of it.

He was thinking, is it necessary to go through so much trouble to kill himself?

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

Pettigrew whimpered, tremblingly pulled out a silver sword from his clothes, and waved it at his hand with only four fingers.

The severed limb fell into the cauldron, and the soup instantly turned blood red. The light was so dazzling that Harry closed his eyes unconsciously.

But Peter Pettigrew's heavy breathing hit Harry's face, which made him open his eyes again, and saw the mouse man raising the silver sword towards him.

Harry struggled hard, but the rope was tied very firmly and he couldn't break free at all - if only he had the strength to knock down the fire dragon with one punch like Errol.

"Pfft."

The tip of the sword penetrated the crook of Harry's left arm, and blood spurted out. Peter Pettigrew quickly caught the blood with a glass bottle,

“The blood of your enemies, forced to give, will revive your enemies.”

Pettigrew staggered back to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it.

The liquid kept changing, until it turned pale--like paint on a wall.

Peter Pettigrew fell to the ground, as if the ceremony had exhausted all his strength,

He pressed hard on the wound of his severed hand, his whole body trembling.

And the pot of white soup mixed with something unknown began to emit a lot of steam,

A figure gradually rose from the pot, tall and thin.

"clothing."

The man only said two words,

Pettigrew, who was paralyzed on the ground like a dead mouse a second ago, instantly jumped up and presented a set of black robes to his master with his one arm.

Pale face, black-red eyes, and a flat nose like a snake's nose,

Harry looked at the strange man in front of him,

Although his lightning scar no longer responds, the love magic on his body constantly reminds him:

The man in front of me is Voldemort!

Voldemort took out his wand from his robe and tapped Peter Pettigrew.

"What I promised you will naturally be fulfilled, but I hope you will be more loyal to me in the future, Peter Pettigrew."

The next moment, a silver arm with the texture of mercury sprouted from Peter Pettigrew's severed limb.

"Thank you, thank you, my master!"

Pettigrew fell to his knees, but Voldemort stepped forward and helped him up.

"Okay, reveal your Dark Mark."

Peter Pettigrew did as he was told, and Voldemort pressed his finger on the Dark Mark on his arm. At the same time, he turned his head and showed a sinister smile to Harry:

"Harry Potter, we meet again,"

he said,

"The Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior...it looks like these titles won't save you today."

He smiled wantonly, and his complete resurrection made him feel happy:

"In the days when I was away, I was very pleased to see that my friends were still willing to listen to my call. Now that I am back, I wonder how many of them will tremble and return to my side?"

He waved his wand, canceling the house's anti-Apparition spell.

The next moment, several streaks of black mist flashed through, and there were four more people in the room.

Voldemort's expression immediately turned ugly.

four people?

Where were his Death Eaters?

Although a group of people were kidnapped during the previous attack by the Ministry of Magic, but now that he is back, it is impossible that there are only so few Death Eaters in those pure-blood families?

"Why are there only a few of you?"

Voldemort looked at the four Death Eaters present. He could barely remember their names, which meant that these four were marginal figures among the Death Eaters.

A Death Eater walked forward with his head lowered and said softly:

"Dark Lord, Crane Parkinson planned the kidnapping of Errol Weasley a few days ago, but he failed and was bitten by Errol Weasley. Now he is in the underground cell of the Ministry of Magic;

Later, in order to drive the Lin family out of the UK, our people raided many properties of the Lin family. Those who could take action ended up mysteriously missing, and no one has been able to come back to this day——

Today, there are only four of us Death Eaters still alive in the UK. "

Although Harry Potter was tied to a wooden bar and his life and death hung in the hands of his opponent, he was indescribably happy in his heart——

There is nothing wrong with the old saying that my enemy's misfortune is my source of joy.

In the past, these four Death Eaters would have been tortured - because others "heroically" sacrificed their lives for the cause of the Dark Lord, but the four of them stayed, which was obviously unsteady and disloyal. of.

But now, Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of torturing them too much. He just said a vicious sentence from his mouth:

"Damn owl!"