Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

While Tver and the others were happily enjoying the dance, it was getting late at night in Greece, but it was not as peaceful as it seemed.

Athens.

Darkness has enveloped this ancient city, like an evil Dark Lord descending here with his will.

“Master…Master, even if we have left the UK, the Greek Aurors will definitely be happy to hand me…us over to the British Ministry of Magic.”

Peter Pettigrew was walking down a dark path with a baby-like figure on his back, looking panicked. Even the sound of a rat turning in the trash can startled him.

“Don’t worry, Wormtail, the Greek Ministry of Magic also has my former subordinates.” Voldemort snorted, giving a rare comfort to the trembling Peter.

He didn’t know if his goal was about to be achieved, but his voice sounded a lot more happy.

“But you don’t even believe the Death Eaters in Britain,” Peter said with a grimace, “then wouldn’t it be more likely that our partners in Greece would betray us?”

“If it were you, would you choose to betray us? Just like you betrayed the Potters…”

Peter’s walking movements paused.

“How dare I, Master? Dumbledore hates evil so much that even if I betray you, he will not let me go.”

“Huh?” Voldemort’s hoarse voice suddenly became cold and stern, “You mean if Dumbledore is willing to let you go, you will betray me?”

Now Peter’s body was shaking even more violently. He wanted to turn around, but halfway around he remembered that the Dark Lord was being carried behind him, so he had to turn back quickly and explain in a panic with a trembling voice.

“How dare I, Master! I just want to tell you that Dumbledore will definitely not be willing to accept me! I…if I betrayed you, wouldn’t you have seen through it long ago?!”

“I… really don’t dare…”

“Oh, don’t be pretentious. I know you too well,” Voldemort sneered. “It’s just that you had no choice but to take refuge in me.”

“Hehe.” Peter sneered and stopped talking.

But not long after he walked, he followed Voldemort’s instructions and came to the ruins of a collapsed house.

“Master, the house has collapsed?!” Peter said loudly, not knowing whether he was lucky or disappointed.

“Go in!” Voldemort said loudly, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Accordingly, Peter could only walk cautiously toward the ruins.

The moment he crossed the broken threshold of the ruins door, a cold feeling poured into his heart, and then spread throughout his body as the blood from his heart was transported.

“Wake up, you’ve come in.” A sinister male voice said suddenly.

Peter woke up from his trance and found that he and Voldemort were in a basement.

And a man wearing a hood and hiding his face was standing opposite him.

The strange thing is that this man’s robe is extremely wide, as if a thin man is wearing the clothes of a fat man.

“Who are you……?”

“Why, the Dark Lord asked you to come get something and didn’t tell you about me?”

Peter thought back to the Dark Lord’s instructions.

“I am just a servant of the Dark Lord. I am not qualified to know so many things. So, who are you?”

Of course, he doesn’t necessarily need to know the identity of this wizard, but he has another identity!

As an undercover agent, of course he had to gather enough information before he could claim credit from Tver and the others!

“Turn around, Wormtail…” Voldemort suddenly said quietly.

As Peter turned around helplessly, the wizard saw Voldemort wrapped in a black bag.

Even though the weakness in his voice and body was obvious, the face of the wizard opposite still changed greatly, and he couldn’t help but take a step back.

“Dark…Dark Lord?”

“It’s me, Khufu. I didn’t expect that after more than ten years, we would meet again in this scene.”

Voldemort’s blood-red eyes flashed strangely, which immediately made the Greek wizard named Khufu feel shuddering.

“Master…Master.” Khufu finally lowered his head and knelt on the ground on one knee.

“I didn’t expect you to come here in person, but your current state…” He quietly raised his head, and when he found the Dark Lord looking at him, he quickly lowered it.

“It’s tragic, isn’t it?”

Voldemort sneered.

Suddenly, a crackling sound appeared from inside his body, followed closely by the sound of tearing cloth.

It didn’t take long for the basement to become peaceful again.

Khufu carefully raised his head, and a thin, skeleton-like hand stretched out in front of him.

“Take it out and do it

After this transaction, you and I will have nothing to do with each other anymore. ”

Khufu’s face hidden in his hood was happy, but he did not dare to show it, but looked at Voldemort hypocritically.

“Master, since you are in trouble now, why not let me help you like before?”

He said this, but his right hand quickly searched in his robe, and then took out an old ugly clay pot.

“Are you willing to give up your position in the Ministry of Magic?” Voldemort bluntly revealed his little thoughts.

Then he snatched the clay pot without caring about cultural relics at all.

If it weren’t for the fact that the inner and outer walls of this jar weren’t engraved with ancient magic inscriptions, at first glance, one would have thought that Khufu had taken it from a Muggle.

Khufu smiled nonchalantly, and when he saw Voldemort looking at the jar, he immediately explained.

“The magic on it seems to have failed. If it weren’t for the magic words written on it about that person, we wouldn’t have hidden it in the Ministry of Magic.”

Voldemort did not speak, but held the clay pot at the level of his head with both hands, staring deeply at the magic text on it.

After a while, he spoke calmly.

“Let’s go, our deal is done.”

Peter, who was watching the show, was stunned for a moment. He also wanted to hear more information about the wizard named Khufu or this weird clay pot.

The result is a bunch of incomprehensible magic text.

Why couldn’t I take the class properly and learn such a promising course like ancient magic texts?

And “that one”?

Who is that? !

Peter glared hatefully at Khufu, who spoke like a Riddler, and quickly followed Voldemort, who turned around and walked away.

“Master, are we leaving like this?”

“Otherwise? Do you want to stay there and wait for Khufu to catch us?”

Voldemort still used his little vitality to maintain his crumbling body, just to observe the clay pot in his hand more carefully.

“Isn’t that true?” Peter walked through the ripples with some fear and appeared in front of the ruins again.

“Oh, he can’t believe my guarantee…”

With a whoosh, the figures of Voldemort and Peter disappeared into the darkness.

Khufu, who hurriedly followed, was left behind.

“hateful!”

He spat harshly, a little annoyed that he was frightened by the weak Dark Lord.