Chapter 171: Master and servant

Under the night, Little Hungerton appeared serene and quiet, and a lone moon in the sky was exuding soft light, and the faint silver sprinkled the whole village. The life of the villagers here was very plain, but only two or three years ago, They had an additional post-teacher talk, that is, Riddle House was completely abandoned, since the old gardener Frank in that family disappeared completely one night, and never returned, Riddle House has been completely reduced to the eyes of everyone. As long as it is a family with children, parents will repeatedly tell their children not to go there to take risks. The old mansion has been cursed and will bring them unknown.
　　 So far, even though Frank has been missing for a long time, no one dared to take another step in the old house.
The rich man who owns this house for "tax" reasons doesn't care that the gardener he hired is missing. Perhaps he doesn't know these little things at all. This is just one of the many properties under his name. Worth mentioning the dwelling.
　　The police in the township pretended that nothing had happened, except that a lonely old man with no relatives was missing, and he could not commit the punishment.
　　However, tonight, the desolate Riddle House welcomes new guests, or can be said to be the real masters after a long absence.
　　 A blast of cold night wind roared across the ground, blowing weeds and other heights along the road, making a rustling sound.
A small man in a black cloak, cringing, walked along the winding path of a path, and came to the gate of Riddle House. While walking, he kept looking around. , Afraid of being discovered by others, and at the same time the strong wind blew his cloak to make the sound of "啰啦嗰啦".
　　 "Wormtail, have you fallen to the point of fear of Muggles?" A cold, squeaky voice came from the man's arms and said with a mocking tone.
　　 "Master, I'm just worried..." The man's voice seemed to be terrified and tense, his body trembling constantly, and the unknown person saw it, and might think he was shuddering because of the cold.
　　 But Peter, the little dwarf himself, knew that it was all fear, and he was afraid of the man in his arms, wrapped in a burden.
　　 Voldemort, his former master, was found by him.
　　 "Where is Nagini?" Voldemort interrupted Peter, and asked instead.
　　 "Master, it should have been hidden somewhere in the house." Peter the Little Dwarf said respectfully, then pulled out his wand from behind and read to the gate of Riddle House: "Ahola cave opened."
　　The ancient iron door opened accordingly and made a "creaking" sound. It was really too long for anyone to take care of it, and the iron rod was covered with traces of rust.
　　The grass that was originally flat was left unattended for a long time and became overgrown.
　　 Little dwarf Peter walked in.
　　 "What were you worried about just now?" Voldemort's tone grew colder. "Worried about the old man? Or worried about being found? Wormtail?" Voldemort's tone was somber at the extreme.
The little dwarf Peter shook his head in panic, "No, master, you will soon be able to restore your strength." He said in panic, even though Voldemort was only a stubborn, extremely weak, extreme look, little dwarf Peter In the face of him, he did not dare to have the slightest disrespect, but instead became more respectful, fearing when he would offend him.
　　 Then his only hope is gone.
The fate of Little Dwarf Peter has now been completely pinned on the man in his arms. If it can restore power, then as a servant in the snow, he will of course receive the supreme award. Once he fails, he will only wait for a long time. In his escape career, until one day he was arrested and arrested by Auror, he will be greeted by the endless lonely Azkaban bars.
　　 "You're lying." Somehow, Voldemort's voice at this time actually calmed down and became smooth, with a chilling smile.
　　 Their passing was very embarrassed.
　　I don't know why, shortly after the dwarf star Peter found Voldemort through communication with his "kinds", Dumbledore actually found their whereabouts and made them eager to run.
　　 Voldemort in this state has no chance of facing Dumbledore.
In the forests of Albania, the two rushed to the ground with their snakes, and with their familiarity with the terrain, they were able to escape. Dumbledore was powerful, but in the endless ancient forests, it was also difficult to find them accurately. The spell under Peter Dwarf can only be effective.
　　 Voldemort looked very angry. He hadn't been so embarrassed in his life!
Even more than ten years ago, when he killed the Potter and his wife and was bounced back to death by a curse of death, it was only his failure. Not long ago, Dumbledore’s pursuit was the first time he was beaten. Chased away like a funeral dog.
　　 extreme anger brought extreme calmness, now he can only choose to be patient, wait for his strength to recover, and then get revenge.
　　 "Master, I don't have..." Little dwarf Peter only felt his hair rise, and quickly denied it.
"I don't mind, Wormtail, I guess what you think." Voldemort's tone suddenly became generous. "I don't think you will actively find me because of loyalty to me, yes. Right?"
　　 Little dwarf Peter's hands shook like sieve chaff, but he didn't dare to relax, because as long as he let go, his master would fall to the ground, and cold sweat covered his forehead.
　　 "Look at my eyes." Voldemort said suddenly, and the scarlet, squinted eyes suddenly opened, with unquestionable authority, commanding the little dwarf Peter.
Little dwarf Peter's eyes subconsciously looked at Voldemort, and then he found that his brain began to become dizzy. The eyes seemed to have magic power, so that he unconsciously immersed in it, as if to absorb everything. The black hole swallowed his sobriety.
　　 "Oh, it seems that you are very reluctant to come to me?" I don't know how long it took before the little dwarf Peter came back, and then he heard such a sentence, causing him to die in anger.
"My loyal servant, gave you such a good opportunity to assist you, you seem to be greedy for some riches that you should not enjoy? Wormtail?" Voldemort's cruel voice sounded again, and every phrase said, Peter Dwarf Your body will tremble again.
　　 "Master, that's, that's because..." Little dwarf Peter still wanted to explain, but found that whatever he said, it would only be a pale and weak sophistry.
　　 His master has read the memory in his mind aside, leaving nothing left.
　　 "Not-so-loyal servants can easily find me, but the servant who is cruel has no way, oh, it's really ironic." Voldemort's voice became sharper again.
　　 Little dwarf Peter felt that his sweat had not only soaked his back, but even spread to the cloak.
"But the Dark Lord is always generous to his servants. For whatever reason, the unfaithful servant returned to me with all his pains." If the child of the Malfoy family did not force you, do you want to Postpone the plan to pursue me for another month? Three months? Even one year, ten years? "Voldemort's shadow said, this made Peter's heart dangle more and more.
"Oh, I saw a lot of sorceress secretly send you Qiubo, right? Wormtail? You are still envious of the friends you have betrayed. As a follower, how eager are you to follow you? People are the same, so you chose to betray them and then turn to me."
　　 In the dark night, the moonlight turned his back on the little dwarf star Peter, but even so, he could still guess that the blood on his face had completely faded.
　　 "Voldemort appreciates people who can judge the situation." At this time, Voldemort's voice suddenly delighted.
"It's not shameful to admit that you have failed. Yes, Dumbledore didn't know how to find us and chased us down. But what's the use of it? He's old, half of his feet are already I stepped into the coffin, and I, even now, look like this, but I am still alive after all..." At this time, he had recovered completely calm.
　　 "Master, you will definitely restore strength." Little dwarf star Peter said expectantly, showing the right worship and fanaticism in his eyes.
"The news you brought should be true. I didn't expect that even the short-term wealth will allow you to get so many useful news." Voldemort said lightly at this time, "And I have confirmed it just now, you No lie, that news is true, no one can escape Voldemort’s temptation, right?"
　　 Little dwarf Peter can only bear the unhappiness and nodded his head to make peace.
　　 No one wants to be viewed and remembered, no one close can do it, because everyone will have some secrets that can never be shared with others.
　　 "You seem dissatisfied? Wormtail? Dissatisfied because I searched your memory?" Lord Voldemort sensed his mood and said coldly.
　　 "No... Master..." Peter the Little Dwarf just wanted to explain, and was interrupted by a low cry from Voldemort.
　　 "Nagini!" Voldemort's tone at this moment, with an undisguised panic.
Then a giant snake with a length of at least twelve feet crawled quickly, its wide body undulating like a wave, and the rapid swimming and the surrounding weeds triggered a rustling sound, and finally hung on the little dwarf Peter. Next, he took Voldemort from the little dwarf Peter with his sturdy body, and tied a knot on his tail. The package wrapped around Voldemort was hidden in between, and it seemed very secure.
　　 "He is here again, remember your mission, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was very cold.
"Nagini, let's go," Voldemort said, and then the big snake took him to flee frantically, got out of the gate of Riddle House, and ran into the nearby forest, and the little dwarf Peter immediately used it. His wand, quickly transformed into a mouse-shaped form, pinpointing another direction covered with weeds, and drilled past, there are countless caves and crypts in the forest, enough for him to hide.
Shortly after the two left, a tall, thin old man suddenly appeared in the void above Riddle House. He was wearing a silver embroidered wizard's robe, and the pale silver moonlight shone on him. His face was white with long hair, and his long white beard was about to fall to his feet. At this moment, he seemed to be fused with the moonlight, and he seemed aloof.
　　 This old man is no one else. It was Voldemort's most feared person-Albus Dumbledore.
　　 The wise old man glanced at the whole mansion and found that there was nothing else, shook his head like a sigh, then his body gradually disappeared in the air, as if he had never been here before.
　　 The lingering Voldemort cherishes his life more than usual, and has a more acute sense of danger.
　　'S once arrogance was the capital that his strength brought him.
　　 Arrogance without a hole card is stupid.
Under the dark night, Peter Dwarf lurked in the desolate and decaying night. The dirty mouse body was extraordinarily dexterous, moving flexibly from scattered stones and bushes, and he found a few more of him. The so-called "like", after a short inquiry, the little dwarf star Peter once again found his own cave where he could temporarily live.
The cave was wet and various unknown insects were crawling. Little dwarf Peter thought he was accustomed to this kind of treatment and could bear it, but the huge heart gap caused his heart to start to breed different emotions. .
　　It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality
　　When he enjoyed the glory after the attention of the people, it would always be a little unwilling for him to bow down and flatter and flatter, to please.
　　 Little dwarf Peter now regrets it very much. He had the opportunity to enjoy glory all the time, but he did not cherish that opportunity.
　　Even though Malfoy had warned him many times, he had been procrastinating time, and finally tasted retribution. He even let Voldemort see his memory and knew his unfaithful past, which made him more frightened.
　　How much he missed the treatment he received not long ago.
　　In addition to regret, another emotion grew in his heart-that is hatred.
　　 Without Malfoy’s persecution, he could still enjoy his heroic treatment with peace of mind. Why did he have to go to the master who had already been defeated twelve years ago?
　　 The master is cruel and ruthless. If it was not for his own life, who would be willing to betray his friend?
　　 Little dwarf Peter is such a person, he will not take the initiative to do evil, because he does not have the courage to do all the evil he is persecuted.
　　 In this way, his conscience is passable, he can accept all this with peace of mind.
　　 If the dwarf star Peter really returned to the wizarding world as before, he was not exposed. Presumably he would never take the initiative to find his master. He wanted to live a stable life. He even said that, out of inner guilt, he might be more good to Harry.
　　 But everything is different now, the boy is so unrelenting, tearing up his ordinary life that should have continued ~EbookFREE.me~ Little dwarf Peter even thinks he is a complete lunatic.
　　Is it safe to live a peaceful life with peace of mind?
　　 Little dwarf Peter asked himself, if he had Malfoy's conditions now, he would definitely not support Voldemort anymore.
　　His philosophy of life can't be more obvious-dependent on the strong, and Voldemort at this time, even he can't protect himself, and what kind of strong is it?
But Voldemort's indignant attitude towards him made his heart twisted, but he didn't dare to show anything on the face, desperately suppressing himself. He thought that he had been a pet for twelve years and could already play a similar role very well. The role of servant, but I did not expect that that is a short good time, making him difficult to tolerate this role.
　　 is like a modern man who is used to eating cooked food, he is not facing a piece of raw beef.
　　Working under Voldemort's hands, the little dwarf Peter is always worried, he does not know when he will anger his moody master.
　　 Then feed him to the snake.
　　 But now he had to do it again, because that was his only hope. Maybe he succeeded in resurrecting his master. Voldemort was glad to spare him, and he might even give him a reward.
　　 Little dwarf Peter not only hates these two people, he hates himself, why can't he control his own destiny.
　　 "If I was braver at first, maybe the result would be different?"
　　 looked blankly at the water droplets dripping intermittently on his head. Little dwarf star Peter's gray eyes lost focus, and some thoughts came to mind.