HP Parallel World

(I’m too sleepy. I’ll take a seat first and get up and write tomorrow morning.) “Fool, because at this time, wizards are pouring into this country from all over the world, and all the nosy guys from the Ministry of Magic are out. They are standing guard and watching for anyone.

There are no unusual activities, and everyone's identity is being checked repeatedly. They are only thinking about safety, safety, and are afraid that Muggles will notice something. So we have to wait."

Frank stopped picking his ears. He heard the words "Ministry of Magic", "wizard" and "Muggle" accurately. Obviously, these words have mysterious meanings, and as far as Frank knows, only two kinds of people can

Speaking code words: spies and criminals. Frank gripped the crutch tighter and listened more intently.

"So, Master's determination has not changed?" Wormtail asked softly.

"Of course it hasn't changed, Wormtail." The cold voice now had a threatening tone.

There was a moment of silence - then Wormtail spoke, his words flowing out of his mouth like a rushing river, as if he was forcing himself to finish before losing his courage.

"Can do it without Harry Potter, Master."

There was silence again, longer than before, and then——

"No Harry Potter?" the second voice asked softly. "I understand..."

"Master, I'm not saying this because I care about that boy!" Wormtail said, his voice suddenly raised and became sharp and harsh. "I don't care about that boy, I don't care at all! I just think, if we use another

If you allow me to leave you for a little while - you know I can disguise myself as I like - I'll be back here in two days

, bring back a suitable candidate——"

"I can use another wizard," the cold voice said softly, "This is a good idea..."

"Master, this is reasonable." Wormtail said, his tone more relaxed. "It is too difficult to harm Harry Potter. He is now under strict protection-"

"So you're offering to find me a replacement? I guess... maybe you're tired of serving me, aren't you, Wormtail? You're suggesting abandoning your original plan, aren't you?

Do you just want to abandon me?"

"Master! I - I have no intention of leaving you, not at all -"

"Don't lie to me!" hissed the second voice. "I know it all, Wormtail! You've been regretting coming back to me. I disgust you. I can see you're going crazy at the sight of me.

Cringe, I feel you trembling all over as soon as you touch me..."

"That's not the case! I am loyal to my master——"

"What loyalty? You're just a coward. If you had somewhere else to go, you would never come here. As for me, I need you to feed me every few hours. How can I live without you?"

Go down? Who will feed Nagini?"

"But you look much stronger, Master——"

"Lie," said the second voice softly, "I have not grown stronger, and a few days will rob me of the little strength I have regained under your careless care. Don't say a word!"

Wormtail, who was stammering and talking incoherently, immediately fell silent. In those few seconds, Frank could only hear the crackling sound of the fire. Then, the second voice spoke again, the voice

Very low, like a hissing sound coming from the throat.

"I have my own reasons for using that boy. I have already explained to you that I will not use anyone else. I have been waiting for thirteen years, and it doesn't matter if I wait a few more months. As for the boy's suffering

Protect yourself closely, I believe my plan will work. Now I need you to have a little courage, Wormtail - you have to have courage, unless you want to feel Voldemort's rage -"

"Master, please let me say something!" Wormtail said, with panic in his voice, "During our journey, I have been going over the plan in my mind - Master, the disappearance of Bertha Jorkins will soon cause

Attention people, if we keep doing this, if I kill—"

"What if?" whispered the second voice, "What if? If you go by my plan, Wormtail, the Ministry will never know who else is dead. You do it quietly and without making a fuss. I really

I wish I could do it myself, but in my current situation... Come here, Wormtail, as long as one more person dies, there will be no obstacles on our road to Harry Potter. I'm not asking you to go alone

Action. When that time comes, my loyal men will join us—"

"I am a loyal servant." Wormtail said, with a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"Wormtail, I need someone with brains, someone who is absolutely loyal to me and will never waver. And you, unfortunately, do not meet these two conditions."

"I found you," said Wormtail, annoyance evident in his voice. "I found you. I brought Bertha Jorkins to you."

"That's true," the second man said in a joking tone, "I didn't expect you to say such smart things, Wormtail - but to be honest, when you captured that woman,

Didn't realize how useful she was, did you?"

"I-I know she will be useful, Master-"

"Lying," the second voice said again, the cold joke tone more obvious, "but I don't deny that the information she provided is valuable. If it weren't for that information, I wouldn't have been able to come up with our plan.

Well, Wormtail, you will be rewarded. I allow you to complete a very important task for me, which many of my followers are rushing to complete..."

"Yes - yes, Master? What -" Wormtail's voice became panicked again.

"Ah, Wormtail, do you want to spoil this unexpected surprise? It's your turn at the end...but I assure you, you will have the honor of being as useful as Bertha Jorkins."

"You...you..." Wormtail's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his mouth seemed to become very dry, "You...you want...to...

Do I kill too?"

"Wormtail, Wormtail," said the cold voice smoothly, "why should I kill you? I killed Bertha Jorkins because I had to. After my interrogation she was of no use at all.

It's no use. Anyway, if she comes back to the Ministry with the news that she met you on vacation, people will ask a lot of embarrassing questions. A wizard who is supposed to be dead should not be met in a roadside inn.

The witches and wizards of the Ministry of Magic..."

Wormtail muttered something more, the voice was too low and Frank didn't hear it clearly, but his words made the second man laugh - it was a very sinister laugh, as chilling as his words.

.

"We could have changed her memory, right? But when we encounter a powerful wizard, the forgetting spell will not work. I have already confirmed this when I interrogated her. How about using the information I got from her?

, this is also an insult to her memory, Wormtail."

In the corridor outside, Frank suddenly realized that his hand holding the cane was soaked with sweat. The man with a cold voice killed a woman. When he talked about it, there was no trace of regret - with

It's a joke. This man is dangerous - a desperado. He's planning to kill more people - the boy named Harry Potter, who knows who - is now in danger

middle--

Frank knew what he had to do. He had to call the police at this time. He wanted to sneak out of the old house and run straight to the phone box in the village... But the cold voice spoke again, and Frank stayed where he was.

As if frozen, I tried my best to concentrate on listening.

"Kill one more... my loyal servant at Hogwarts... Harry Potter is doomed, Wormtail. That's it, there's nothing more to say. Slow down.

Wait, be silent...I seem to hear Nagini's voice..."

At this time, the second man's voice changed. He made sounds that Frank had never heard before; he hissed and grunted continuously. Frank thought he must be sick.

At this moment, Frank heard movement coming from the dark room behind him. He turned around and looked, and was immediately frightened and froze there.

Something slowly slid across the dark floor towards him. When the thing gradually approached the firelight from the fireplace coming from the crack of the door, he discovered with horror that it was a giant snake, at least ten in length.

Two feet long. Frank was petrified with fright, standing there looking at its undulating body, leaving a winding, wide track in the thick dust on the floor, slowly getting closer and closer——

What should he do? If he wanted to escape, he could only escape into the room where the two men were plotting the murder, but if he stayed there, the snake would definitely bite him to death——

Before he could make up his mind, the giant snake was already lying in front of him, and then magically and unbelievably slid over. It obeyed the call of the cold hissing and purring voice behind the door. A few seconds later

, its diamond-patterned tail disappeared from the crack of the door.

At this time, there were beads of sweat on Frank's forehead, and the hand holding the crutch was shaking. In the room, the cold voice continued to hiss, and Frank suddenly had a strange idea, a ridiculous idea.

..... A faint man can talk to snakes.

Frank didn't understand what was going on. What he longed for most now was to go back to bed with a hot water bottle. The problem was that his legs seemed unwilling to move. He stood there, shivering all over. He tried to control himself.

At this moment, the cold voice suddenly spoke human words again.

"Nagini brought back some interesting news, Wormtail," the voice said.

"Yes - yes, Master?" said Wormtail.

"Of course." The voice said, "According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle standing outside this room right now, listening to us without missing a word."

Frank had no chance to hide. There were footsteps inside, and then the door was opened suddenly.

Standing in front of Frank was a short, bald man with gray hair, a pointed nose, a pair of small watery eyes, and an expression of fear and worry on his face.

"Invite him in, Wormtail. Why aren't you polite?"

The cold voice came from the ancient armchair in front of the fireplace, but Frank could not see the speaker. The snake was already coiled on the tattered carpet in front of the fireplace, as if imitating a pug.

Very ferocious.

Wormtail motioned for Frank to come in. Although Frank was shaking violently, he still clutched his cane and limped across the threshold.

The fire was the only source of light in the room, and it cast long, spider-like shadows on the wall. Frank stared at the back of the armchair. The person sitting in it seemed to be even smaller than his servant Wormtail. Frank even

The back of his head cannot be seen.

"Did you hear everything, Muggle?" the cold voice asked.

"What did you call me?" Frank said forcefully. Now that he had entered the room and had to take action, he became bolder. This was often the case on the battlefield.

"I call you a Muggle," the voice said coldly, "which means you are not a wizard."

"I don't know what you mean by wizard." Frank said, his voice becoming more and more steady. "I just know that what I heard tonight is enough to arouse the interest of the police. You killed someone and are still here?"

Planning to kill more people! I also want to tell you," he suddenly had an idea and said, "my wife knows that I came here, if I don't go back-"

"You have no wife," the cold voice said slowly, "no one knows you are here. You have not told anyone that you are here. Muggles, don't lie to Lord Voldemort, he knows everything...

...Know everything..."

"What did you say?" said Frank roughly, "did you, my lord? Well, I don't think you have very good manners, my lord! Why don't you turn around and look at me like a man?"

"Because I'm not a human being, Muggle," said the cold voice, so low that it was almost drowned out by the crackle of the fire. "I'm much more than human beings. But... well! I

Just facing you... Wormtail, come here and turn my chair around."

The servant let out a whimper.

"Did you hear that, Wormtail!"

The little man frowned, as if the last thing he wanted to do was to approach his master and the carpet where the snake was entangled; he walked forward slowly and began to turn the armchair. When the legs of the chair hit the carpet,

The giant snake raised its ugly triangular head and hissed slightly.

Now the chair was facing Frank, and he saw what was sitting in it. The crutch fell to the ground with a clatter. He opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream. He screamed so loudly that he didn't hear the chair.

The guy there said something as he raised a stick that will never be heard again. There was a flash of green light, a whooshing sound, and Frank Bryce collapsed to the ground. Before falling to the ground

He was already dead. Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his dream.