Chapter 318 Tom: Hello, Davarisi!

Chapter 318 Tom: Hello, Davarisi!

As Aurors, they are often the best and top wizards in the magical world.

When the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and the thunder became more dazzling, they made preparations in advance.

Although the probability of being struck by lightning is very small, it is not impossible.

Click!

Lightning pierced the sky and landed accurately on the top of the carriage. The silver-white protective shield flashed away. The two forces collided with each other and finally melted completely.

The Auror driving the car was cautious and quickly controlled the Thestral to lower its flying altitude, as if it were running on the water.

But this inevitably reduces the speed.

Just in line with the intention of the originator.

The figure of the hooded man in black robe twisted for a while, disappeared from the spot, and then appeared on the roof of the carriage.

Boom!

Parker in the car clearly heard a "dong" sound coming from above his head, his face changed, and he immediately shouted:

"Marat! Michel! Enemy attack! On top of the carriage!"

Just as the two Aurors outside were about to raise their heads, the reins they held suddenly turned into venomous snakes as thick as arms, biting their necks fiercely.

"Split into pieces!"

The car cover instantly cracked into countless pieces, and the hooded man fell from the sky. Parker reacted quickly and raised his hand to cast a few silent spells, but the spell he fired was easily resolved.

The enemy moved very sharply, kicked Parker in the chest, and then took away his wand.

The hooded man said in a hoarse voice: "Quiet, Auror, you are lucky, I don't want to kill anyone today."

After saying that, he cast a stun spell and knocked out Parker. Then he picked up Peter Pettigrew and apparated into the car.

On an isolated island dozens of miles away, the hooded man appeared again.

Peter Pettigrew still had a ball of saliva in his mouth and could only moan, while his two wretched little eyes stared at the hooded man in horror.

Being rescued from the Aurors and not having to go to Azkaban, Peter Dwarf's first reaction was not to be happy...

But fear!

This person couldn't be Snape!

He couldn't imagine that anyone in this world would take such a big risk to save him except Snape, who wanted to torture him.

If it were Snape, he would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Send me back quickly!

Peter Pettigrew's inner cry of madness.

But when the hooded man took off his hat and revealed his face, he was stunned again...

Who is this person?

A young man of 17 or 18 years old, who is not of the same generation as him, why would he come to save him?

Could it be that he used Polyjuice Potion to hide his true identity?

The hooded man did not mean to explain, but studied the collar and mouth ball around Peter Pettigrew's neck. After a while, he found a way to crack it and destroyed these two props.

At the same time, all the shackles on his body were removed.

"Thank you, sir." Peter Pettigrew said respectfully after regaining his mobility.

"Do you know who I am?" the mysterious young man asked.

Peter Pettigrew is also very smart, "You are my benefactor and the person who needs my strength."

"That's not wrong." The mysterious young man nodded noncommittally: "But I still have to introduce myself first... My name is Tom Riddle.

"Maybe you are not familiar with this name, but you definitely know my other name."

Tom suddenly grabbed Peter Pettigrew's left arm, tore off his sleeve, and touched the Mark of the Dark with his wand.

In an instant, Peter Pettigrew's face changed drastically. His left arm was burning hot. The mark of the black devil seemed to come alive, and the python kept moving back and forth inside the skull.

"Owner!"

His feet softened and he knelt directly on the ground, kissing Tom's shoes crazily.

"It's great that you are resurrected. My master, I believe that you will come back and lead us lost lambs..."

At this moment, Peter Pettigrew acted like the most loyal servant, with tears streaming down his face, and seemed to be really ecstatic about the return of the Dark Lord.

"Get up, Peter." Tom moved his feet in disgust, "I am him, but I am not him.

A force dragged the dazed Peter Pettigrew up.

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Don't call me Master, Voldemort is Tom Riddle, but Tom Riddle is not Voldemort"

Tom showed a gentle smile, which made Peter Pettigrew always feel that this smile was familiar.

"You can understand that... I am the past him, and I have been resurrected through some means. The master you know is still a wandering soul, floating in a dark corner.

Be with the wild. "

"Maybe one day he will be resurrected, or maybe... he will never come back."

Peter became more and more confused by this complicated relationship. He asked cautiously: "Then what should I call you?"

"Davarish, or comrade."

Peter was so stupid, how could he call the Dark Lord a comrade?

"Peter...I understand you very much." Tom patted Peter on the shoulder and showed sympathy.

"People accuse you of betraying your friends and becoming the Dark Lord's lackey, but who knows how much choice you have as an ordinary little person?"

"You just want to live, but what's wrong with that?"

After hearing this, Peter's body trembled slightly, and his eyes became red uncontrollably.

This is the first person to speak for him from his perspective after what he did was exposed.

Even though he has his own purpose, what he said is really what he thinks in his heart!

"Lord Riddle..."

Tom interrupted him unhappily: "I said, call me comrade! If that doesn't work, you can call me Tom or Riddle."

"Yes, Mr. Riddle."

Peter meekly changed his tune.

Tom showed a satisfied smile, and then continued: "Actually, I don't think you, Potter, Black and others are real friends at all!"

He waved his arms angrily: "They are all the eldest young masters of pure-blood families, with rich resources and lofty reputation. They were born to be superior, but you and those ordinary wizards, in their eyes, your existence is just To set off their extraordinaryness!”

"The status between you has never been equal, Peter, have you ever thought that even if there is no Dark Lord and everything goes on normally, your child will still become a follower of Harry Potter just like you."

"And they never reflect on it and think there's anything wrong with it, they just think it should be the way it is."

Peter had been completely brought into the scene described by Tomso, breathing heavily and with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Follow me and do something great, Peter."

Tom clasped his shoulders and the two looked at each other: "The Dark Lord has taken the wrong path. He only sees pure-blood wizards, but I am different..."

"In my eyes, all wizards should be equal. They should not be ranked based on their bloodline, and they should not be classified based on their wealth.'

"I will correct this wrong world, eliminate all unfair treatment, and create a truly harmonious wizarding world."

"Are you...willing to help me?"

Tom stretched out his hand, and Peter's little eyes widened...013704417Feilu000372520]

Frankly speaking, these words spoke to his heart, and he felt the same, but you have to tell who he is.

In his heart, the man in front of him was still the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord says everyone is equal?

He didn't even believe he was under the Imperius Curse!

But reason is reason, and reality is reality. In this situation, is there any room for him not to agree?

After thinking about all this, Peter showed an excited expression and held Tom's hands tightly.

"Comrade Riddle! I do!"

A few hours later, three teams of Aurors and Fudge arrived on the island closest to the attack site.

"what happened!"

Fudge's face was livid, and he stared at the three injured Aurors. The fat on his chin trembled, and his anger caused his saliva to spray everywhere:

"Who saved Peter Pettigrew?"

"Minister, the other person's face is shrouded in magic. I can't see clearly at all." Parker lowered his head. He was the only person who had had direct contact with the attacker.

"Three of them beat one, and a prisoner was rescued! How can you be an Auror at this level? Just guard the gate of Diagon Alley for me when you get back!"

Fudge gritted his teeth and dismissed the three Aurors from their duties, and then asked Kingsley and other Aurors to use magic to see what happened here.

But as they said, the face of the attacker could not be seen clearly.

"Who could it be..." Fudge frowned.

"Minister, it must have been done by Death Eaters." Jin Cai Xiaozhou said.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Fudge shook his head like a rattle, "How can there be Death Eaters in the wizarding world? They are all imprisoned in Azkaban, and our society is extremely safe."

"Besides, the attacker didn't wear the standard silver mask of a Death Eater on his head, so why do you slander him?"

Kingsley's mouth dropped open.

No, why are you trying to defend criminals?

Fudge also realized his gaffe and quickly corrected him: "I mean, your guess is wrong. The attacker must have other purposes [it cannot be Death Eaters."

"Okay, what should we do now?" Kingsley could only follow Fudge's words helplessly.

Looking at the damaged carriage, Fudge's brain was spinning rapidly, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Kingsley, Dewanta." He called their names seriously: documents must be kept strictly confidential.

"Why?" Kingsley asked in confusion: "Peter Pettigrew was rescued. Shouldn't we notify the people quickly to prevent them from being in danger?"

"of course not!"

Fudge shouted loudly: "This will only increase useless panic. We want to arrest Peter Pettigrew, but we must do it in secret, and we cannot alert the snake!"

"He can turn into a mouse and hide in the Weasley family for twelve years, which shows how timid he is, so we still have time!"

The more Fudge talked, the more he felt that he was right: "When you go back, ask all the Aurors to sign a confidentiality spell, and they are not allowed to leak the information. At the same time, you will increase your efforts to search for the murderer and Peter Pettigrew."

"As long as you catch him before the public finds out, you will have nothing to gain.

"Minister, is this really good?" Kingsley naturally objected wildly in his heart, but now that he was Fudge's confidant, he naturally couldn't show it directly, but said in a roundabout way:

"If the public discovers Peter Pettigrew in advance, it will be a huge blow to your prestige."

"Then put all the responsibility on Azkaban and the Dementors!" Fudge waved his hand nonchalantly: "In short, we can't let people know that the person was rescued halfway."

He patted Kingsley's shoulder meaningfully: "An insider once said something to me, and I think it is very suitable for now..."

"The duty of Aurors is to make the people believe that they are being protected, are you right?

Kingsley?"

Kingsley was stunned...

Because of the confidentiality magic, the matter was suppressed.

Not even Kingsley could reveal it to Dumbledore.

But he can convey certain messages in other ways.

For example, the work of Aurors has suddenly become much heavier recently, and a large-scale rat extermination campaign has been carried out. Aurors dress up as ordinary cleaners and go to every wizard's home to disinfect rats.

Dumbledore was very smart and quickly understood what Kingsley meant - the mouse ran away.

Although he was very dissatisfied with Fudge's move to cover the lid, there was one thing he couldn't help but admit that Fudge was right.

Telling the public will only cause unnecessary panic.

Peter Pettigrew is not Voldemort, and he does not need to be taken seriously by the entire wizarding world.

He was also thinking about who the person who rescued Peter... was.

In addition to Lao Deng, Wayne also guessed the truth through his own channels.

Even more certain than Lao Deng is the identity of the person who left Peter Pettigrew.

His dear senior Tom.

None of the three Aurors responsible for the escort died. This is not the style of Death Eaters, nor is it Voldemort's style.

It can only be the Tom who signed a contract with him.

Trelawney's prophecy is being fulfilled - this sharp knife, the fat sign of Peter Pettigrew.

But Wayne didn't know exactly how the backstab would end, but he had to prepare in advance.

Late at night, he came to Crouch's house.

Crouch was also very surprised that Wayne came so late.

"You can move to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow and live there for a while."

Wayne stated the request, and Crouch agreed without hesitation, and then asked: "Can you tell me why?"

"Peter Pettigrew escaped, did you know that?"

"What?" Crouch could no longer maintain his calmness: "Where did you get the news? I have never heard of it.

“The content of the prophecy I told you, the servant who was freed from chains, was not your son, but Peter Pettigrew.

"Fudge must have issued a hush-hush order and used magical means. No one with knowledge of the matter can tell, and I can only speculate.

"If you don't believe it, I'll go to Azkaban tonight."

"That's not what I meant." Crouch quickly grabbed Wayne who was about to leave: "I just can't accept it for the moment, and what does it have to do with me that he escaped from prison?"

"If you want to find it, you should also look for trouble with Fudge, right?"

Wayne hesitated for a moment and then said: "I know a prophecy that is not a prophecy. There is a high chance that you will die at the hands of your son."

"And the man who freed him...was Peter Pettigrew."

Crouch was silent.

He wasn't doubting Wayne's words, it was just that the ending made him feel inexplicably complicated.

On the one hand, it was a shock, but on the other hand... it actually felt like a relief?

Ever since he brought little Barty out of Azkaban, every day has actually been very confusing.

If this morbid relationship continues, it will be harmful to both of them.

After a long time, Crouch sorted out his mentality and regained his composure.

"You're not going to stop it?"

"That's right." Wayne nodded: "If little Barty is rescued, there is a high probability that Voldemort ordered him to do this. No matter who it is, I need to leave a locator next to him."

Although he didn't understand which Voldemort meant which, Crouch also understood what Wayne meant.

After thinking for a moment, Crouch agreed: "Tomorrow morning, I will move to the office of the Ministry of Magic, and I will also take away Winky [Song will ask her to come over and deliver meals ten times a day."

"Knowing choice."

Wayne smiled, suddenly remembering the conditions he had agreed to with Crouch, and threw Slytherin's locket to him.

"This is a Horcrux that has been processed. I'll let you play with it for a while, but you have to return it to me later."

Crouch took it and held it tightly. When he saw Slytherin's name on it, his expression was a little subtle:

"Are all Voldemort's Horcruxes the founder's treasures?"

"That's about right. There are even more exaggerated ones. You'll know about it later."

Wayne didn't mean to explain too much, but stood up and walked towards the basement.

I won't be able to torture little Barty for a while, so I must relax today

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