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Voldemort's voice sounded a little careless, but Peter felt a hint of coldness coming towards his face.

Their master, the powerful Dark Lord, has an indifferent attitude towards so-called life.

He never cares about the people around him, whether they are believers or simple subordinates. Although he needs them, he doesn't care.

Of course, even if the surname Malfoy represents an ancient family.

What would happen if I said the wrong thing at this time?

Feeling the indifference and vague murderous intention in his master's words, Peter suddenly had a strange thought and speculation in his mind.

If I had said the wrong thing, would the Malfoy family be doomed?

Peter doesn't know.

However, in addition to the panic, a twist of indescribable joy emerged in his heart.

Yes, now the life and death of the Malfoy family almost depends on his thoughts!

But before he could fully appreciate the twisted feeling of relying on his master to exist, the master's voice echoed in his ears again.

"Peter."

After coming back to his senses, the old man just responded humbly:

"Of course he is willing, Master."

For Peter Pettigrew, there were some things he could only think about in his head.

It would definitely be impossible for him to really take action.

"Actually, things outside are all thanks to Malfoy's operation. It was he who used his personal connections to write a report letter to the Ministry of Magic, and it was he who communicated with the Daily Prophet."

"Ah, Lucius is still so loyal."

Listening to Voldemort's emotion, Peter didn't take it seriously.

He just habitually showed a flattering smile:

"Yes, Master, this is actually the reason why your reputation has not faded in the past ten years."

"snort……"

Without giving any positive response to Peter's flattery, Voldemort just gently rubbed the sealed bottle in his hand with both hands, as if stroking some treasure.

A suppressed silence spread, and neither Peter nor Quirrell dared to breathe heavily.

After a while, the silence was ended by Voldemort himself:

"So, what else did Lucius say?"

"He also promised to help you collect the materials you need. As long as you need it, he can collect it, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that he doesn't want to be exposed now."

After hesitating for a moment, Peter decided to tell the truth without adding any embarrassment.

"Malfoy said that he hopes to continue to use his fame to serve you behind your back. He shouldn't be high-profile now, he should be dormant."

"Um……"

He didn't know whether the Dark Lord was satisfied with this answer, Peter just heard a sigh echoing in his ears.

Gradually, he also felt that his heart was being grasped tightly.

If his master was angry, Quirrell would be the first to be unlucky, but that didn't mean he would be spared.

But fortunately, the Dark Lord was not angry because of this.

"Ah, yes, of course, I really need Lucius to do this, and he does a great job."

Voldemort gently said that Malfoy's words were no different from sitting on the fence.

"What about getting rid of these?"

"ah?"

"Didn't Lucius ask you to tell you anything else?"

"Some, some."

Not daring to look at his master at all, Peter just nodded desperately.

"Malfoy asked me to ask you, what should I do with the book you once gave him?"

"Has he opened it and read it?"

"No, Lucius said that he has always kept it sealed according to your instructions."

"Then let him seal it up..."

But soon, a strange smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

"By the way, Peter, if you see him again in the future, you tell him that there are things sealed in that book that even I am afraid of, and you let him decide how to preserve them."

"Yes, I understand."

Although I don’t know why the owner said this.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to think too much about it.

For him, delivering messages is an extremely easy task.

"Master, is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Of course, first things first: you bring me a bottle every other week now."

He gently shook the bottle in his hand to signal Peter something.

"I plan to take some time to digest it."

"……OK."

He also didn’t know the reason, but Peter agreed anyway.

This is the blood of unicorns...

Staring at the silvery liquid, Peter couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

On the one hand, it's naturally because I'm nervous.

After all, this is the blood of a unicorn, and as he has gone to school, he also understands that killing a unicorn is a serious crime, and drinking its blood is an evil act that will be cursed.

However, he was not stupid enough to try to be clever and remind him of something without authorization.

How could the great Dark Lord not know what he knew?

"What's the second thing..."

"The second thing is, keep an eye on your current little master."

"Is it... a Weasley child?"

"Yes, isn't he very familiar with our famous savior recently?"

Voldemort said casually.

"I need you to pay attention to their movements. Children should have the habit of telling secrets to animals anyway, right? If necessary, you can guide them to Quirrell."

"But you told me before that I still need to pay attention to the Hufflepuff boy..."

"His words are no longer needed for the time being. He has not appeared in the whole day today. He must have been asked by Dumbledore to do something. As long as we proceed according to the plan, he will naturally appear in front of us."

"...Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"No more for now, let's go back first."

"Then please allow me to resign."

His head hit the ground lightly, and Peter backed away in a slavishly submissive manner.

After leaning into the corner, his body shrank together with his clothes, and he once again became the big hairless mouse, leaving through a small hole with a swift gesture.

As for Voldemort, he couldn't wait to remove the cork from the bottle.

Suddenly, a fragrance that was completely different from the regular smell of blood hit my face.

"This is the blood of unicorns. It tastes really different..."

"My master, what exactly do you want to do?"

After Peter left, Quirrell, who could no longer suppress his panic, made a trembling voice.

"Is the bottle in your hand really the blood of that pure beast?"

"Yes, of course it's its blood. I specially asked Peter to take advantage of the chaos in the Forbidden Forest to kill the beast and get its blood... Although the effect is definitely not as good as fresh, it doesn't matter, that's a whole unicorn."

"But if you drink animal blood, you will be cursed. You are not so weak that you must drink blood now, are you?"

"But I need strength, Quilinas, and I also need to get close to 'nature'... As a loyal servant, you will help share the burden, right?"

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