Chapter 399: The Bitten Sirius
Standing in front of a dilapidated tomb, Pettigrew Peter bent over and carefully looked at the names on the tombstone.
The owner of the tomb has been dead for half a century, and the tomb has been neglected for a long time. Brown weeds grow between the cracks in the tombstone, and twisted and thorny trees stubbornly adhere to the tomb...It is very difficult to recognize the name.
But this is for the Dark Lord to find his father. If he finds the wrong tomb, it won't be enough to suffer a Cruciatus.
Therefore, Peter was so attentive that his face was almost pressed against the tombstone, and finally he could barely make out the words "Tom Riddle".
Doggy Tom... finally found you!
"Master, I found your father." Peter shouted excitedly, "This is the tomb."
"Very well, Wormtail." A cold, soft voice said.
"Quick, pick me up and let me take a good look at my Muggle father I haven't seen in a long time."
"Yes, Master!"
Voldemort, who was only the size of a baby, was held in Peter's arms, staring at the barren tomb with shining red eyes.
Voldemort curled up in the woolen blanket and said with a mocking smile: "Good day, Father, long time no see, are you all right?"
Peter glanced at the grave, and a word popped out of his mind..."No harm".
Fortunately, he held back and didn't blurt out.
"Father, you should be very happy to see me like this... I have been stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit."
Voldemort whispered weakly, and said faintly:
"This may be the retribution for the son to kill his father with his own hands."
The Dark Lord scanned the graveyard, his snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.
"But fate is still kind. I left you the whole body back then. Such a small act of kindness saved me.
You see how useful you are after death... Wormtail, open my father's tomb! "
"Yes, Master!" Peter waved his wand, the tomb was split open, and a complete corpse floated out of the coffin and fell to the ground.
Peter walked over with Voldemort in his arms, but accidentally stepped on a bone, crushing a bone and turning it into ashes.
"..."
Peter took a quick step back, looking nervously at the Dark Lord.
"It's all right, Wormtail, don't even step on it, you can even spit on his grave."
Voldemort hissed softly:
"He's just a Muggle and an idiot... I killed him back then, do you know why I killed my father?"
"Because..." Peter guessed, "He's a Muggle?"
"No." Voldemort said softly: "Because he abandoned my mother, causing her to die in childbirth, and causing me to grow up alone in a Muggle orphanage, suffering from ridicule and irony..."
Voldemort suddenly snapped: "Do you think he should die?!"
After a period of cramped silence, the trembling Peter reluctantly said:
"Damn it."
"So, I swear to find him...to avenge him." Voldemort said with a grim expression:
"My mother should have done this back then, but she is just a woman, her heart is too soft, and a man needs revenge."
"When I was sixteen, I finally found my father. His family of three was having dinner, and I broke in suddenly... I asked my father: Why did you abandon me and my mother?"
Sadness was etched on Voldemort's face, but that face gradually twisted, and his eyes were full of hatred.
"He called me a bastard!"
"I held my wand up and pointed it at my father's chest and I told him: 'If you say the word bastard again, I'll kill you!'"
"He's still calling me a bastard bastard!" Voldemort had a terrible smile on his lips:
"So I killed him, the man who gave me his name... Tom Riddle... Avada Kedavra!"
"That was the first time I killed someone myself... It feels so good to kill my father... Hehe"
Peter trembled and wanted to plug his ears. After all, not everyone could hear the Dark Lord's past... He was afraid of being silenced!
After a long silence, Voldemort seemed to lose interest, and he whispered:
"Put me and my father in the cauldron."
"Yes, master." Peter waved his magic wand, conjured up a huge stone cauldron, and placed it in front of the grave.
"A clear spring is like water." Peter waved his wand, first filled the cauldron with water, then took out the potion from his pocket, added it, and the color of the water immediately became cloudy.
Peter carefully removed the blanket, put the naked Voldemort into the cauldron, picked up another bone from the ground, and threw it in.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled back his robe, used a silver knife, gouged out a piece of flesh from his chest, and dropped it into the cauldron.
Voldemort was floating in the cauldron, and he said with satisfaction: "Very well, now all that is left is the blood of the enemy."
Peter smeared white cream on the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding. He picked up another mirror and said in a low voice:
"Master, they have arrived at the appointed place."
It was a magic mirror, and the mirror could show an open flat land. Gibbon was waiting anxiously with Potter.
Peter was afraid that Gibbon would bring the Aurors, so he was extremely cautious, and it was impossible to let them come to this cemetery directly.
"Guide them both here." Voldemort's cold voice was impatient, "Hurry up, I can't wait..."
"Yes, master." Peter waved his wand lightly.
Standing on an open plain, Lupine, pretending to be Gibbon, looked around, waiting for Peter to appear.
At this moment, a stone floated up and flew in front of him.
Lupine narrowed his eyes and said, "A portkey?"
It seems that Peter is not going to show up, but wants to guide them to another place.
Are you so cautious?
Holding the Portkey will take you to a strange place, which means unknown and dangerous; without holding the Portkey, it is impossible to find Peter.
To go or not to go?
Lupine didn't hesitate too much, he grabbed Sirius who was pretending to be Harry, and reached out to hold the portkey, and the two disappeared instantly.
After a moment, Lupine felt his feet hit the ground. He drew his wand, raised his head, and looked around cautiously.
They were standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, and a tall yew tree could be seen to the right, with the black silhouette of a small church behind.
On the left is a hill, and there is an exquisite old house on the hillside.
Lupine looked around and asked loudly, "Peter Pettigrew, are you here?"
Peter came out from behind a grave in the distance, and he said excitedly:
"Gibbon, my old friend... has Potter brought it?"
"Bring it." Lupine pointed to Sirius beside him and said:
"But Peter, why did I travel a long distance? You said that if you brought Potter, you would give me 10,000 Galleons."
"Let's pay with one hand and deliver with one hand!"
Lupine took Sirius and walked forward slowly. When the two of them were about to get close, they immediately started.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Kill him, he is not Gibbon!"
Peter's face changed drastically, he immediately raised his wand and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"
A strong green light pierced Lupine, his nerves were tense, and he immediately pulled Sirius to hide towards the tombstone beside him.
A tomb was hit by the Killing Curse, and the head of the tomb suddenly exploded, the soil was cracked, and dust was everywhere.
"Dizzy!" Lupine also raised his wand and shot a red light at Peter.
Peter fought back, using Voldemort's father's grave as a "cover".
The three of them shot at each other, and for a while, the cemetery in Little Hangleton Village was filled with curses, and countless graves shattered and exploded, leaving the ground in a mess.
While avoiding the magic, Peter whispered to the cauldron: "Master, let's go!"
"No." Voldemort said angrily, "You kill that guy and bring Potter to me."
Gibbon was impersonating, Voldemort was sure of that... But whether Potter was fake, he didn't know yet.
If it is the real Harry Potter, the resurrection is just around the corner, how could he give up!
"Then I'll lure that guy away first, be careful." Peter gritted his teeth and ran to one side.
"Peter is going to run...I'll go after him." Lupine said hurriedly, "Sirius, there is a dark wizard here, you go and deal with him."
"Okay, you pay attention to safety, don't let that guy run away."
Sirius raised his wand and walked cautiously into the depths of the cemetery.
He walked through the winding path, and soon found a cracked tomb. In front of the tomb, there was a stone cauldron filled with water, as if brewing a potion.
Sirius circled the cauldron and looked into the distance again, preparing to continue looking for the location of the strange wizard.
At this moment, a baby-sized figure suddenly jumped out of the cauldron, jumped up like a poisonous snake in water, and threw itself on Sirius' back.
Voldemort grabbed Sirius, opened his mouth, and bit his neck hard.
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