Aphasia at Hogwarts

During the summer vacation, Guan Qiong has been tracking Voldemort's whereabouts.

Forests, castles, swamps, riversides, wetlands.

Following the weak message left by Peter Pettigrew, Guan Qiong searched for them all the way, but unfortunately, it was the same every time. They had left early before Guan Qiong arrived, and the information left behind became more and more The less.

Guan Qiong even lost sight of where to go next time.

It is really troublesome. It is indeed a problem that Dumbledore has not solved for so many years. Even if there is only one remaining soul, it is difficult to really catch it, let alone solve it.

Looking at the dilapidated Riddle House around her, Guan Qiong sighed.

Now that she has made the decision to participate in the main story line, Guan Qiong will certainly not leave Voldemort, the number one threat to the wizarding world and Harry and others, alone. Although it is not clear what happened in the school in fourth grade, But Guan Qiong knew one thing.

At the end of his fourth year, Voldemort was resurrected.

And the adverse situations he may encounter in the future related to Luna will obviously also be related to Voldemort.

However, Voldemort was so good at escaping that he never found a chance to strike.

Moreover, there are Horcruxes.

Guan Qiong originally thought that along the way, if he was lucky, he might be able to bump into a few of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and then find a way to destroy them. Although he didn't know what the Horcruxes were, his magical perspective could reveal that the Horcruxes and other Horcruxes were there. The difference was that the snake named Nagini beside Voldemort was the Horcrux he knew and the goal of his trip.

It's a pity that there has never been an opportunity for Jörmungandr to take action.

After touching Jörmungandr's head at his feet, Guan Qiong put it away into a ring and looked at Frank lying aside, feeling helpless.

The last detonation of beastiality was probably Voldemort's last resort, but Jörmungandr was something Voldemort couldn't handle. Unfortunately, he paid attention to Hermione's safety last time and put it next to Hermione to protect her. Otherwise, Peter Pettigrew might not be able to leave.

Without the help of Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's actions would not have been so smooth.

Run away, run away, no one can escape like you, Voldemort, if you can, run away for the rest of your life and never come out.

Guan Qiong gritted her teeth and thought.

However, maybe he should change his thinking.

Guan Qiong touched her chin, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

In the past few days, every time he found any trace of Voldemort or Peter Pettigrew, he would chase after him directly. Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort also ran away very fast, without giving him any chance. This gave Guan Qiong a kind of power that he could not use. a feeling of.

What if he didn't take action, but let it go, waiting for Voldemort to reveal more information, or even reveal his entire head.

Guan Qiong's eyes flashed with determination, and he struck down hard with his right hand, like a knife cutting off the head.

At that time, even if Voldemort cannot be killed, he will be severely damaged and his resurrection will be affected, and he will use this time to find something that may be Voldemort's Horcrux and kill him directly.

Guan Qiong confirmed her thoughts, looked around and saw that there was no information worth leaving behind, then walked out of Riddle House.

Frank followed him like a zombie.

Outside the window, the night is like a sea, drowning everything in the world.

To the east of Little Hangleton, deep in the dark forest, a figure was panting heavily and nervously holding a baby in his arms. He looked up and looked around to make sure that the annoying figure had not followed, and a joyful look flashed in his small eyes. .

"We didn't catch up, Wormtail. We didn't leave enough information this time. He won't know where we are going." From the swaddle, a voice that was colder and biting than the cold wind in the forest sounded.

"Yes, Master, this is all because of your wisdom, Master." Peter Pettigrew said with a trembling voice, his eyes still looking around, as if on guard, but also as if he did not dare to lower his head to look at the things in his swaddle.

"If I were really wise and powerful, I wouldn't be chased by a fifteen-year-old mute. Hahahaha, who would have thought that the famous Dark Lord would be chased around by a wizard who has not graduated." His voice was filled with a deep chill, colder than the ice and snow in winter.

"With all due respect, Master, he is Dumbledore's successor after all. The next greatest wizard cannot be inferred by common sense. And didn't you say that the ring on his hand is stronger than most wizards? Then It's not his strength, but the strength of the magic items." Peter Pettigrew said nervously, for fear of angering the baby.

"That is indeed stronger than most wizards. Who can say that he is definitely his opponent with a basilisk that he carries with him." The voice said coldly. It was precisely because of that thing that he did not look back to settle the score with that Eastern boy. He and Peter Pettigrew combined were not enough for the snake to swallow in one gulp.

Although he will not die, the body he has finally created after accumulating strength for so long cannot be wasted.

"However, he is a mute after all. He will never become the greatest wizard." The next second, the voice in the swaddling clothes suddenly laughed sarcastically, with joy.

"Yes, my master, the greatest wizard is only you, and you will always be the only one." Peter Pettigrew said flatteringly.

"Huh, don't worry about that mute anymore. He can't catch up with us anymore. Wormtail, it's time to implement the next step of the plan." The baby's voice said coldly.

An expression of struggle suddenly appeared on Peter Pettigrew's face. After a while, he hesitated and said: "Master, please forgive me, why did you have to choose that boy? He is now under strict protection. It would be too much to harm him." It's too difficult, and if I use other wizards, I can guarantee that I can bring back a suitable candidate in just a short while."

"This is a really good idea. Find a replacement. Then I will be knocked down by the magic in that boy's body again, and you can take the opportunity to escape from me. Wormtail, this is a really good idea." The voice in the swaddling clothes It was extremely cold, like a sharp sword pressed against Peter Pettigrew's heart, making him shiver.

"Master, I absolutely, absolutely do not mean this. Master, I have no intention of leaving you at all. I am absolutely loyal to you, Master." Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly.

"I know better than any of you whether you are loyal or not, Wormtail, don't try to deceive me, you are just timid." The baby's voice said softly.

"You were chased by that mute, so you came back to me. If you had to go somewhere else, you would never come back. You are even willing to be a little pet mouse for this, Wormtail, right? "

"Master" Peter Pettigrew could only tremble.

"That's enough, Wormtail, I don't need your loyalty, you just need to continue to be afraid. As for the plan, hum, go ahead as usual, I just want the boy."

"Yes, Master."