In the past thirteen years, Voldemort has only been out a few times, but the closest one to success was Quirrell.

There were quite a lot of things that happened that time. Attacked Gringot, slaughtered the horsemen, took Quirrell to Hogwarts to be a professor... and bravely broke into the penalty area and fought Dumbledore with wits.

But after this, Qiluo's body was finally ruined by him.

Of course, Quirrell could have lived for a while, but he was too stupid to see the answer to such a simple puzzle.

idiot!

Deserved to be poisoned to death!

When occupying Kilow's body, Voldemort also understood the current situation of the Death Eater.

Except for a few people who were imprisoned in Azkaban, most of them were free and easy. However, no one dared to come to find him.

This is also the reason why Voldemort would rather use Quirrell than be beaten by students every day than summon old subordinates.

His power was greatly decayed, and it was impossible to tell who was sincere and who had surrendered!

Although it hurts a little when being attacked by a student, okay... it hurts very much, but it is still safe after all.

If you bear it, it will pass.

He has endured it for more than ten years, so what else can he not tolerate it?

Voldemort now habitually doubts the loyalty of most Death Eaters.

Of course, he was afraid that the worm tail would become Dumbledore's spy, so he came to deliberately catch him out.

Dumbledore likes fishing the most.

Voldemort thought he knew the principal completely, and the despicable Dumbledore was in front of him, as if he was not wearing clothes...complete insight!

"No!" Peter trembled and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Master, I killed the Porter and Black escaped from prison again, I have been discovered... They will not let me go.

If I hadn't been running fast, I'd been killed by Stark."

Peter raised his broken left hand, stood up again, quickly took off his pants, trying to get Voldemort to check his injuries below him at close range.

By the way, he will be treated and relieve the pain.

"Okay..." Voldemort interrupted impatiently. "Stark... You are certainly not his opponent."

"Do you know Stark too?" Peter asked tremblingly.

"I know, I have been missing this kid more and more in the past few years." Voldemort gritted his teeth.

Stark appeared and stopped him during the Gringott incident and the massacre of horsemen.

Finally, he killed his big baby Snake Monster and saved Porter in the penalty area.

Voldemort's hatred for him was second only to Harry Potter and Dumbledore!

"No wonder you are willing to come to find me. It turns out that you are being chased without any help."

"No...Master, I am really your most faithful servant!" Peter tried hard to defend himself. "No one in this world is more faithful than me."

Voldemort smiled sarcastically. But he didn't pursue it.

Now is his darkest period.

After waiting for many years, I no longer fantasize about which Death Eater would care about his condition.

Even if the insect's tail is unbearable, it is the only servant who comes to the door.

This alone is worth rewarding!

And because of the Porters, he really couldn't be Dumbledore's spy... or his own.

Absolutely!

Voldemort's voice suddenly became stern.

"How do you know I'm hiding in this place?"

“There has been a legend that you wandered in Albania.” Peter explained: “I followed it all the way.”

"The mice in the forest told me that deep in the dense forest, there was a place they dared not approach.

Many small animals like them were possessed by a black shadow and then died..."

"Yes, it's me..." Voldemort smiled sharply. "It seems that your child is still useful."

The grass suddenly trembled, and there was a sound of animals sliding by.

Peter shivered all over and felt something slipping along his thighs onto him. But he didn't dare to move, nor did he lift his pants.

"Okay, turn your head, worm tail, my faithful servant." Voldemort's voice echoed in his ears.

Peter turned his head and collapsed on the ground in fear.

A long green snake entrenched on his shoulders.

A twisted face attached to the head of the long snake:

The color of the face was as white as chalk, and the red eyes emitted light, and there were two thin nostrils like snakes below.

Voldemort's state gives Peter a sense of evil, like a mixture of soul and darkness.

This boundless darkness scares Peter. Not only fear grabs him, it is something more terrible than fear.

Peter shivered.

"Don't be afraid, I have lost my strength and can only attach to this low-end creature." Voldemort whispered.

"But they can't bear my power and will die soon... You're here just right, you're a wizard, you won't die."

Peter remembered Quirrell, and Harry had told Ron more than once that Voldemort was attached to the back of his head.

Then…Qillow died.

When Peter thought of this, his eyes became terrified and his eyes became frightened.

"Why, don't you?" Voldemort whispered: "You just said that you are my loyal servant.

As long as you help me, the Dark Lord will reward you!”

"No...master." Peter sobbed, tears mixed with rain. "Most wizards thought I was dead thirteen years ago.

Fudge still thinks so now.

If I suddenly appear in a conspicuous place, others will pay attention, which may attract Dumbledore."

"What he said is reasonable." Voldemort sneered. He had no intention of using Peter.

Such a pretty good servant can't die so soon.

He suddenly sterned: "What is in your pocket?"

"Yes...I caught the wizard on the road." Peter took out the groundhog and turned her back to Bertha.

"I remember who this is Bertha Joggins, who was two years older than me when she was in school."

At this time, Peter's memory suddenly improved.

He shouted, "After Bertha graduated, it seems like she went to the Ministry of Magic, you can use her."

Voldemort snorted and said softly: "You are still useful at last, not that useless.

Maybe, I can ask a lot of interesting information."

"But..." Voldemort's voice was long, "It would be very troublesome to disappear from an official from the Ministry of Magic... and it was Albania.

If you take her away, who else knows?!"

"No one knows, but..." Peter lowered his head:

"I took her away from the Yuema Hotel. The guests and bosses there may be guessing."

"Go! Kill all the wizards in the hotel." Voldemort said coldly.

"But with my strength..."

"Of course you can't." Voldemort sneered, "From here all the way west, there are a group of volley bats.

You lead those animals to the hotel, causing the illusion of accidental death. The volley bats attacked muggles and wizards from time to time.

No one will doubt us.”

"I...get it." Peter lowered his head.

Voldemort no longer paid attention to the bug tail, but thought about the hotel.

Speaking of which, he and that boss are still old acquaintances.

Fifty years ago, he came here to look for Ravenclaw's crown and met that man.

He has given a lot of help over the years, especially the intentional spreading news that Voldemort is still alive and is in the Albanian forest.

The boss himself may have been just talking for a while, but because of this, he attracted Quirrell and Peter.

Sure enough, there is God's will in the dark!
To be continued...