Bride of the HP Dragon

Peter Pedilou has been in his Animagus form for many years, which shows that he has little interest in his true colors.This is really a pity, Peter thinks that when a person is forced to live as a rodent for more than ten years, the initial excitement, the excitement that contains surprise and fear, the feeling of being omnipotent, The sense of superiority that was omnipotent and further advanced began to slowly weaken.

His life is full of the following content: low in the dust, hiding around, running around, hiding people's eyes and ears, these things are all necessary skills to survive as a mouse.These days, he prefers to go wherever he pleases, leaving the rule of "hide and seek" behind him.

So he walked around whenever he could, but not in the quick, quick way anymore, but in the slow, loitering way that Peter thought a typical human would walk.But some aspects of being a rat are etched in his bones, and it's frustrating.His shoulder blades had arched slightly, his nose twitched obnoxiously when he was nervous, and his nails would always look like yellowed claws.

But he could still bear it.

What really disturbed him were the few remaining images of Hogwarts Castle, images that left him unsettled, twitching like crazy, and most frustrating to himself, wandering around like a headless chicken. run around.

Old habits of being a rat die hard, and that school obviously carries too many memories.Peter found himself running around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, much more clumsily than he had been a mouse.Shapeshifting would make things more silent and handy, but that evening he was stubborn about being alone.

He tripped over a tree stump, which was inevitable because he was walking in the dark.He won't use his wand to light the way ahead until he's really out of the way.Peter's rat sensitivity always overrides his normal (boring comparison) human perception.His nose picked up the smell of someone grilling in the distance, and his own stomach let out a real groan from not eating properly in days.

The specially chosen meeting place was the same as Peter had remembered many years ago, a European sorbus with clusters of beautiful white flowers and berries that were a little brighter than dried blood.To the uninvited outsider, this is a perfectly normal and innocuous member of the woods.

But Peter didn't come uninvited, he knew how special this tree was.This European sorbet was one of Tom Riddle's early experiments.The tree was magical, of course, and Peter's rat sense detected the unmistakable smell of decay wafting from the tree, like invisible smoke swirling in the air, driving away the critters of the woods.It was neither black magic nor white magic, for his nose could not smell that cold, metallic smell, but an indescribably nauseating smell of ancient magic.

The seed that grew into the big tree was planted by Tom Riddle on an auspicious day in the third grade.Some divination principles were involved, including drawing enough diagrams and using basic arithmetic and divination methods, and selecting an ideal location in the Forbidden Forest to act at an ideal time.If this thriving sapling was an assignment in herbalism, Riddle would surely graduate with full marks.

But the homework soon turned perilous, as Riddle began regularly planting the sapling with his own blood, which often dripped into the soil at the roots.The trees were also bewitched, layer by layer with simple enchantments, but over the years, like the wine-making process, the magic became very powerful.

In a way, the European sorbus trees are like Peter, and Riddle is their creator.

After many years, they really took some effort to activate the tree, and even Voldemort himself can't guarantee that it still works normally.The tree had been in magical hibernation for more than 40 years, nearly draining the power of three adult subordinates as Voldemort repeated his old boyhood commands to the tree.But since then, the tree has become a hidden stronghold less than two miles from Hogwarts, and it happily begins to use itself.

Far enough away and hidden enough.

Those who bear the Dark Mark can linger undetected under the cover of Yamanashi's popular canopy.A troop of Oro might pass by in broad daylight and see only such sad young saplings in such an old wood.

The trick had of course been used inadvertently on Hogwarts grounds, the tree was only ten minutes from the Quidditch pitch, but it was always within the watchful eye of the overworked Oro.

Having reached his destination, Peter finally felt safe enough to let off a silent fluorescent flash on the tip of his wand.Then he was shocked to find that the child was already waiting there.

In fact, the young boy was caressing the trunk of the tree and talking softly to it.The child seemed to be in a morbid reverie, and the terrible creaking and groaning noises of the tree were evidences of the tree's joyful response to the child.

"You're late, Wormtail," said the boy, his face exposed to the moonlight.

Peter's heart beat slightly faster as he found the familiar Harry Potter standing uncomfortably before him.His green eyes were eerily lit by the yellow fluorescent light on the tip of Peter's wand, his black hair was disheveled as usual, and his hands, rough from Quidditch practice, were now stroking the trunk of a sorrel tree as if it were a lovable horse. The foal, stronger than Peter remembered.

"I'm assuming you managed to get out of the castle without anyone seeing you?" Peter asked.Whether the child remembered it or not, the conclave had rules to follow.

"Considering that I have never caused trouble in this matter since last year, of course I was not discovered." There was a hint of anger in the boy's tone.

Peter's anger sharpened instantly, he hated the boy Potter and didn't want to be constantly reminded how much he didn't like him.Also, after being in the hands of several Weasley children for many years, he was treated indifferently, so he didn't like teenage children at all.Especially Potter, who embodies all of Peter's teenage dreams and aspirations.Peter realized that hatred and jealousy are so natural and go hand in hand.

"The Dark Lord regrets the unfortunate incident in the Forbidden Forest." Peter repeated every instruction of his master.

The young man snorted: "He deserves it. He is really whimsical to give me a wand that has been tampered with. I believe that the person responsible for stealing the wand has already received punishment at the first time? I don't think our master is here Forgiveness should be granted in this case, the Dark Mark being stained by the Malfoys' symbol of cowardice..."

"Yes, those people have been punished," Peter replied, agreeing that the two Death Eaters who screwed up the wand-stealing incident were hopelessly stupid, and that these two fools just proved that Voldemort's team desperately needed a new injection. blood.

In any case, they were asked to use the discarded wand to complete the task when necessary.The dimly lit Ministry of Magic warehouses seemed like an easy target, even with minds filled with bewildered wizards.The trouble was that Ollivander seemed determined to play the missing, unowned wand, which was apparently hard to come by.

Second-hand wands are now under strict regulation, and it's easier to steal one than create a paper trail that could be traced.After the new Minister of Magic approved a special advanced flashback spell (Translator's Note: The original text is Incantatum, the interpretation of this Latin word is isobviouslyintendedtorecall"incantation", similar to flashback spells, that is, it can test which spells the wand has cast, so Here I translate it as a flashback spell for everyone to understand), people began to be very cautious about what they did with their wands.

They were lucky, anyway, because Oro hadn't gone as far with the study of wand spells as the Dark Lord.All Oro is trying to do is to have the wand intelligently show where it is when black magic is being used.

The wand in question, the one that belonged to Lucius Malfoy, was ironically marked with a capital "I".They all noticed it, and it wasn't meant to be sarcasm or fate, but if you want to keep your tongue, no one ever dared to call themselves that word in front of Voldemort.

If Malfoy knew what was going on, the traitor would be rolling with laughter.

So, their little warriors had done such a good job of covering up all the inconspicuous traces after that ill-fated incident with the Dark Mark that they had no guts to make another mistake.With only a week to go until the arrival of the latest Death Eater candidates, they must not be swayed by this.

"Then we're going to go as usual?" the boy asked, still in Potter's way: "I'm wondering why the master is planning this meeting?"

Peter didn't evade the question: "Because someone questioned your ability and thought that Oro appeared around the castle, you can't complete the plan."

The green eyes narrowed: "The Dark Mark turned into the damn Lucius' dragon emblem, this whole thing has given us an advantage, Pedilu. We have achieved the desired effect, but everyone's attention It's all stuck to Draco." The kid gave him a cat-like smile: "Half the students think he's inescapable, and the other half are pitying him."

"This is a very lucky trick to divert attention," Peter said, "but I still want to make sure that you have not been under any suspicion. If you are involved, our efforts to recruit recruits will be seriously jeopardized."

The kid grinned. "Why, Wormtail, I didn't know you were worried. I promise our master's recruiting plan will run smoothly. Tell him not to worry, he has me after all. We all know I Those are the real talents.”

This statement is true to some extent, Death Eaters can create more monsters, such as the one standing in front of Peter now.

You must know that shapeshifting wizards are priceless. (Note: The original Metamorhmagi is the plural form of Metamorphmagus, is awitchorwizard with the ability to change his or her physical appearance at will, rather than requiring Polyjuice Potionora spellliketherest of the wizarding population. They are extremely rare. Transform into whatever they want. Wizards who master this skill are very rare.)

Peter handed the boy a small cloth bag: "Here are the planned Portkeys. There are three of them in total, and they were obtained from the Ministry of Magic." Seeing the disturbed look on the boy's face when he mentioned the items from the Ministry of Magic Peter felt his doubts reassured.

"These have been checked thoroughly and will be checked again, and all the portkeys are completely unmarked."

The boy's face looked better, and he continued to search the bag again: "That's great! I'm happiest when you bring me toys, Wormtail."

"They're death's gates, suspended above dragon's blood," said Peter with a pained expression as he saw the boy acrobatly throwing a death's gate into the air and catching it again.

"I don't need to remind you to take good care of these things!"

The boy just smiled, and held the gate of death to the moonlight.This is a glass ball about the size of an orange, with a circle of black viscous liquid floating in it - dragon blood, and a silver coin floats in the blood.

He let out a soft exclamation of admiration for something beautiful: "Beautiful. We've only heard of something like this before, and it feels like..."

"One more thing," Peter added.To his relief, his little friend carefully put the fatally dangerous portkey back into the cloth bag.

"Ok?"

"Master wants a gift, if you can try your best to get it. If you can get Lucius' son alive, then after the master establishes a new order, your future will be brighter."

Peter didn't expect the other party to suddenly attack: "If I can't do something, Draco Malfoy can't do it, he can't do it! I can do what that traitorous bastard can do, and I can do it better. Evidently our master is not going to be too long to try to get him to our side!"

"The master's purpose is not your concern. If he is willing to tell you, you will know." Peter had no objection that he could pretend to be proud.He felt the shame that Voldemort should have entrusted the task to someone new, a brat half Peter's age, and that shame was now tempered by a great sense of comfort.

He was jealous of the child, but that was all.

But the boy still had doubts: "Why not catch Potter? I can get close to him and try." Harry Potter's face, with its angular jaw and prominent cheekbones, began to The flashes rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond.Then there was a face on the water that looked like a battered heart, with black eyes and a small, slightly pouty lip like a new rose.

Staring at Hermione Granger in front of him, Peter realized that Potter hadn't been the only one at Hogwarts for the past two years.

"Don't worry about Potter, we have other plans."

The child nodded: "I like this brand-new and progressive Dark Lord. You must know that it is very boring to keep trying to catch Potter. There are many more valuable beings in this world than this boy. "

Suddenly Peter found himself agreeing with that statement from the bottom of his heart.

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