Chapter 134 Nagini
"You brought me a gift, Wormtail," Voldemort said.
"Yes, Master, she is Bertha Jorkins, now in the Department of Magical Sports."
"Department of Magical Sports? Crouch? This reminds me of a person..." Voldemort's tone contained a hint of nostalgia, but it was fleeting. "Wormtail, go and find what I need..."
"I can not wait any more……"
Peter Pettigrew knelt down respectfully and leaned over.
"I'm going, Master."
"go Go……"
The curse had expired the moment he saw Voldemort. This was confirmed by Voldemort, otherwise Peter Pettigrew would not know how many times he would have endured that inhuman pain.
Three days later, after using many dishonorable means to finally gather the materials Voldemort needed, Peter Pettigrew finally returned to Comrade Voldemort's hiding place.
In addition to those precious magic materials, there is also a baby - a baby from a wizard family who was just born.
The most important thing was that the child lived well, and Peter Pettigrew didn't dare to let anything happen to him.
However, his life has ended here...
"Very good, very good." You can clearly hear the joy in Voldemort's words, "Now, let's get started, Wormtail, I can't wait!"
He set up a pot, lit the flame at the bottom of the pot, and waited until the water boiled slightly. Peter Pettigrew began to put the magic materials into it one by one.Unicorn horns, dragon blood, two-headed snake teeth, and various rare materials gradually melted in, and a strange aroma began to emit from the pot.
It's wonderful, intoxicating.
The baby seemed to be aware of his upcoming fate and started crying.Peter Pettigrew didn't hesitate at all. When the mist filled the pot, he jumped right in.
Waving the magic wand, the pot suddenly glowed with colorful lights, gradually turning into clouds and mist in the sky.Faintly, there was a baby inside, curled up, as if asleep.
"Wormtail, send me up!" Voldemort ordered, and Peter Pettigrew carefully held Voldemort in his hands and sent him into the clouds.
Suddenly, like ink dripping into clear water, the clouds and mist were instantly dyed black.Rolling, rolling, slowly getting into the baby's body.
His face looked like Voldemort's, and his body was wrapped in black gauze, with smoke flowing on it.
Peter Pettigrew gently held Voldemort in his arms and knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly into his eyes.
"Congratulations, master..."
"Without Wormtail, this is far from enough..." Voldemort's voice was still hoarse, but it no longer felt so weak, "We have to do more..."
"Now, give me your wand. I want to enjoy the gift you brought me..."
He took the wand, which was almost half the length of Voldemort, and waved it gently, waking up Bertha who had been lying on the ground.
Without giving her a chance to wake up, a Cruciatus Curse was directly released.
"Hey~hehe! Hey~hey~hey..."
Bertha's expression of being unable to cry out in pain made Voldemort enjoy it very much. This state of wanting to die but not getting it was what he missed the most.
Once upon a time, countless people were exposed in front of him, which was a symbol of his power!
She vented her frustrations over the years wantonly, until Bertha foamed at the mouth and blood flowed from her eyes.But before Bertha could take a breath, another soul-stealing curse fell.
Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her face was still an unnatural purple color, but Bertha stood up straight away and talked about her events over the years.
There are many, very complicated, including her dissatisfaction and some small blessings.
Voldemort listened quietly, holding a big wand in his small hand, waving it rhythmically in the air like a conductor.
"...Mr. Barty Crouch had a very bad life. When he learned that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, he collapsed, which also led to his eventual defeat by Minister Fudge..."
"...He seems to have a lot of secrets. Sometimes you can hear him arguing with others, but it's clear that he is the only one in the office..."
"...Oh, Winky, the loyal house elf of the Crouch family, very loyal and unconditionally obeys the orders of the men of the Crouch family..."
"Men?" Bertha continued with the wand in Voldemort's hand, "Yes, men, it's unimaginable that little Barty has been raised at home by Mr. Crouch..."
"Oh oh oh, look what I heard!" Voldemort was extremely happy, "Little Barty! Did you hear it Wormtail, little Barty!"
Bertha didn't hear Voldemort's words at all, and still said: "Little Barty broke Mr. Crouch's heart. They were always quarreling. Mr. Crouch was already very busy, and the Ministry of Magic was unexpectedly busy this year... …”
"The Quidditch World Cup requires a lot of manpower. They seem to be restarting an ancient game that has been suspended for more than 100 years..."
"...The people from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are not easy to deal with, especially if the competition venue is Hogwarts..."
Voldemort suddenly stopped his wand, and Bertha was silent.
"Very well, Wormtail, this is a very nice gift!"
"Thank you for your compliment, Master..."
"Let me think about it, let me think about it..." Voldemort lowered his hand. Holding the wand for a long time was still a heavy burden on him.After a while, he seemed to have figured it out, and then he heard him shout: "Nagini! My baby, I need you!"
Nagini slowly crawled over and looked at Voldemort quietly.
"Oh Nagini, don't be afraid, soon, soon..." He murmured, suddenly raising his wand, and a dazzling green light fell directly on Bertha's body.
"Avada eats a big melon!"
"what!"
Voldemort let out a heart-rending cry, and as Bertha fell to the ground, Nagini rolled over in pain, and her tail swung around even breaking the cauldron.
But soon, she calmed down and slowly crawled to Voldemort's side, the snake's head gently resting on his hand.
"Nagini, I said, soon..."
Peter Pettigrew was holding Voldemort, he didn't dare to move at all, this weird magic was completely beyond his knowledge.
"Wormtail..."
"Yes, Master."
"It's time for us to go back. I can't wait to return to England." Voldemort's tone was weak but filled with relaxation and joy, "Go to Great Hangleton, to the old house of the Gaunt family, where we will be safe."
"Take Nagini with you, we're going to be there for a long time."
"As you wish, Master." Peter Pettigrew respectfully replied.
"By the way, bring little Barty to see me, I can't wait..."
"I want to see him!"
"Okay, Master, we'll set off now..."
"Let's go, let's go back!"