Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

However, Malvolio and Cynthia were not as optimistic as Turville. The two of them were more or less exposed to Voldemort’s plan last night, and realized that even if the Dark Lord failed once, he had not lost any of his intelligence and strength. Instead, he became more cautious.

Out of this consideration, both of them fell into deep thought.

“Don’t be so nervous. Our opponents are getting stronger and stronger, so it’s fun for us to deal with them.”

Looking at Malvolio and Cynthia with solemn expressions, Tver said teasingly.

“Aren’t you worried?” Malvolio was stunned for a moment.

“What are you worried about? The opponent has become stronger?” Tver looked at them confidently.

“Mavolio, the stronger the opponent, the sweeter the fruits of victory will be after defeating him, right?”

He put down his knife and fork and stood up. He picked up the coat on the back of the chair and put it on while talking to them.

“Besides, we still have a small nail in Voldemort’s place. Wasn’t it because of him last night that we were able to thwart Voldemort’s plan?”

“You mean, Peter Pettigrew?” Cynthia stood up and asked curiously.

“That’s right!” Tver couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth.

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“terrible……”

Peter Pettigrew didn’t know yet that he was being watched by Tver, but even if he knew, it wouldn’t matter.

He can’t even handle the Dark Lord now!

Ever since Nagini was taken away, the Dark Lord’s face had not looked good.

But after they successfully raided Barty Crouch and rescued little Barty, the Dark Lord’s mood improved visibly.

It is no longer required to only drink milk, but can be replaced by other foods, which makes Peter’s work a lot easier, and he even has time to bask in the sun outside.

But all this beauty completely disappeared last night!

Barty Jr. was exposed, the Death Eaters finally gathered were arrested, and the biggest target, Potter, was rescued…

If it were Tver, he would definitely use a very appropriate idiom – losing his wife and losing his troops to describe them.

However, Peter was actually quite happy.

Although he is hiding next to the Dark Lord, he is increasingly aware that when good people become evil, there is simply no way for bad people to survive!

In the last Wizarding War, the Dark Lord was able to wreak havoc in the wizarding world. It was probably because Dumbledore was restrained because of concern for the innocent.

But it’s different now. From the plan Barty told last night, he knew that the professor’s methods would definitely not be as kind as Dumbledore’s!

The Death Eaters who originally escaped from trial are now either surrendering to the professor or being captured in Azkaban.

No matter how you look at it, the Dark Lord’s chances of winning are slim!

Therefore, after the night passed, he originally wanted to make more contributions to the professor, but in the end, the Dark Lord directly used the excuse of getting up late to use the Cruciatus Curse on him!

The Dark Lord drank the milk he had saved while torturing him with what little power he had saved!

Next to him, little Barty even mocked him with a venting laughter!

Until just now, the Dark Lord had not allowed him to go out to collect milk.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord is much weaker…

As Peter walked along the village path, he rubbed the area around his heart, as if the pain of the Cruciatus Curse was still there.

“What are you thinking, so obsessed?”

After confirming safety, Tver and the others lifted the disillusionment spell and appeared next to Peter.

“?!”

Peter was startled and almost stabbed it with the wand in his hand.

“Teach…Professor?!” He looked around in panic.

“Don’t worry, this area is blocked. Unless Voldemort regains his strength, he won’t be able to find us.”

Tver pulled back his body that was trying to distance itself.

“So, what did Voldemort say after last night?”

Peter’s face suddenly turned sad.

“It’s so scary… The Dark Lord used the Cruciatus Curse on me in anger early in the morning. If he hadn’t asked me to find milk for him, he probably wouldn’t have let me leave until now…”

He whimpered and cried to Tver.

But even after looking at Tver for a long time, he didn’t even see a single tear coming from his eyes.

“That’s it? He didn’t say anything? Or discussed any plans?”

“Huh?” Peter raised his head hesitantly, not sure whether he should continue to pretend to be pitiful.

“That’s the Cruciatus Curse…”

Malvolio lost his patience and ferociously grabbed Peter’s clothes and pulled him half a foot (15 centimeters) off the ground.

“If you don’t tell the truth, I will let you taste my Cruciatus Curse!”

“I said…I said!” Peter didn’t dare to pretend anymore and said quickly as he kicked his legs.

“The Dark Lord didn’t mention much;

But when I was under the Cruciatus Curse, I heard him and Barty Jr. discussing soul matters! ”

“But I don’t quite understand. The Dark Lord said that something is missing and needs to be checked.”

“But I heard about Barty Jr.’s mission. He was sent by the Dark Lord to deal with Moody, the retired Auror, Moody!”

“That’s why the inspection can only be done by myself and the Dark Lord!”

Tver raised an eyebrow.

He is still aware of the plot of Barty Jr. replacing Moody.

But check the Horcrux…

He looked at Peter in front of him playfully.

“What…what’s wrong?” A wave of ill-intention rushed towards him, and Peter couldn’t help but swallowed.

“It’s nothing, I just have a difficult task for you.” Tver said with a smile.

“What mission?”

“Everywhere you go, you have to pay attention to Voldemort’s every move, and then report it to Delis!”

“no!”

No matter how stupid he was, Peter realized the consequences of doing so.

The more secrets are leaked and the more actions Tver takes, the greater the possibility that he will be exposed!

With the Dark Lord’s suspicious character, once he notices any clues, he will definitely deal with him mercilessly!

As for the Dark Lord’s weakness…

Please, he is not this professor. No matter how weak the Dark Lord is, it would be easy to kill him!

The more Peter thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Aren’t you doing so much just to survive?

He was going to die sooner or later, so of course he chose… to die later!

“Sorry, this is a request, not a request.” Tver’s smile suddenly faded, as if it had never appeared.

Peter was so scared that he was trembling all over, and his hands and feet were cold from sweat all over his body on a hot day. Can this society get better? How on earth can the traitors live to satisfy them!

“I’m going to die!” he roared hoarsely, clenching his hands into fists, with a mixture of horror, anger, sadness and other emotions on his face.

“Why can you, the proud men of heaven, enjoy all the wonderful things as a matter of course, while we incompetent people have to experience such a miserable fate?!”

“Then have you ever thought about it, Peter.” Tver suddenly patted his shoulder gently.

“What you hate is actually not fate, but the souls that kneel before this fate again and again.”

“Our success is never taken for granted, and we will also experience a lot of suffering. But the key is that the strong will still stand up tenaciously every time they are knocked down.”

“Peter, you can choose to stand up.”

Peter stared blankly at Tver’s firm eyes, speechless.

…

“Why are you back so late today?”

“Sorry, Master.” Peter held up a jar flatteringly.

“I thought there were none, but after saving, I realized there were already so many.”