I was expelled from Hogwarts?

The night was deep, covering the earth, the wind and snow whizzed by, and even the moon in the sky looked extraordinarily stern.

A low figure, wandering aimlessly in the thick snow, the cold wind seized him, piercing through the layers of wool and leather, making his teeth chatter with cold.

Pettigrew Peter curled up in his cloak, cautiously probed his head and said:

"Master, is Nicole Flamel's manor really here? I only see a wasteland, will that woman lie to us?"

During these years as a pet in the Weasley family, Peter often wandered around the dormitories, stealing Galleons from Gryffindor students.

In order to get rich quickly, Peter didn't even let go of Ron's pitiful pocket money. Ron often got the money after school started, and when he arrived at Hogwarts at night, Peter took it away.

Peter has worked hard for more than ten years, and "saved up" a little property like ants moving house.

The original plan was to go to the United States with Qian Run when he was old, but now he used it all to buy information on Nicole Flamel's estate.

After spending so much Galleons, if you bought false information, it would be a pure injustice.

Thinking of this, Peter wanted to die!

"Wormtail, don't worry, if that woman dares to deceive the Dark Lord, I will let her know what cruelty is!"

A voice sounded from Peter's body, the voice was high-pitched and thin, as cold and biting as the cold wind.

Peter twitched the corners of his mouth, he was very suspicious of the Dark Lord's words.

That woman has offended many wizards over the years, including celebrities and dark wizards.

Many people have asked for her arms and legs, but no one has succeeded so far. She is still active in the magic world.

That woman is more cautious than Peter!

With the Dark Lord in his current state, where can he find trouble with her.

Voldemort also felt Peter's worry, and he continued to comfort him:

"Don't worry, Wormtail, it's just a little Galleon, it's gone... After you help me resurrect, what kind of wealth do you want? Gringotts is up to you!"

The cake was big and round, and Peter was so moved that he quickly smiled obsequiously and said:

"Master, in fact, you want to be resurrected. There is no need for us to grab Nico Flamel's Philosopher's Stone. You said that you need the bones of your father, the flesh of your servants, and the blood of your enemies.

The first two are easy to get, as for the blood of the enemy..."

"All I want is Harry Potter," said Voldemort in an indisputable tone.

"But it can be done without Harry Potter, master, and it can be done easily." Peter bent over and whispered:

"As long as you allow me to leave you for a short while... I'll be back here in two days and bring you a suitable candidate."

"All I want is Harry Potter!"

Voldemort is like a disobedient child. After seeing the toys on the roadside, he started to ask for them like a stubborn species.

Peter was silent, only the whistling of wind and snow around him, and after a while, he said in a low voice:

"Master, it is too difficult to harm Harry Potter, he is now under the strict protection of Dumbledore..."

"I know." Voldemort said slowly in a cold voice, "That's why I asked you to come to Nico Flamel's manor and snatch the Philosopher's Stone."

"..."

Peter has a headache. Aren't these two things equally dangerous? !

No... it might be easier to catch Harry Potter at Hogwarts.

Peter and Harry slept in the same dormitory for two years, and occasionally even shared the same bed. He knew Harry well...

Typical Gryffindor stupid lion.

To put it more bluntly... no brains!

Just when Peter was thinking about how to persuade the Dark Lord to temporarily give up snatching the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort said softly:

"Why, Wormtail, are you so vacillating that you're thinking of abandoning me? Perhaps this job of serving me has bored you, hasn't it?"

The Dark Lord's words were very resentful, like a resentful woman who was about to be abandoned, but her voice was extremely cold.

"Of course not, master!" Peter said with panic in his voice, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"I'm just... I just couldn't find Nicole Flamel's manor, and I was a little anxious. I have absolutely no intention of leaving you. I am loyal to you."

"That's good." Voldemort said hoarsely:

"As for Nicole Flamel's estate, it must have been hidden by the Fidelity Curse."

"Don't worry, as long as the manor is in this area, just set it on fire. Nicole Flamel's manor is so big, it will always be swallowed by the Fiercefire Curse."

Hearing the magic of the Fidelity Charm, Peter flinched visibly, thinking of the dead James and Lily.

"Okay, don't be dazed, Wormtail." Voldemort urged: "Take off your shirt quickly, and let me control you."

Peter took off his cloak tremblingly. In the cold wind, his lips were blue from the cold, and he shivered.

Peter quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing a chest with a hideous face.

Voldemort opened his eyes suddenly, and sniffed lightly through his snake-like nostrils, breathing in the fresh air.

Voldemort sighed: "To be honest, Wormtail, although you are short and ugly, you are far stronger physically than Quirrell.

When I manipulate your body, the smoothness is far superior to Quirrell... Don't worry, I will treat it gently and not too violently. "

"..."

Voldemort had already taken control of Peter's body, he suddenly raised his wand, and a small black flame appeared at the tip of the wand.

Even in such a heavy snowstorm, the flames did not intend to go out, instead, they swayed leisurely like grass in the cold wind.

Voldemort raised his wand towards the sky, and the devil's flame suddenly bounced out, turning into a fiery snake.

The black fire python wrapped in flames was spinning around Voldemort quickly. He raised his wand, gestured upwards, and said softly:

"go!"

It was originally a slender fire snake, swimming out, just shaking its head and tail, in an instant, it turned into a giant beast with a length of more than ten meters, and swept away in all directions

The thick snow on the ground melted instantly, not only that, but the snowflakes falling in the sky also turned into a little rain in the scorching flames.

But those raindrops did not fall on the ground, but evaporated instantly when they were a few meters above Voldemort's head.

In the steaming mist, a handsome blond boy suddenly appeared. His voice was gentle, like an elder, and he sternly advised:

"Tom, set fire to the mountain, and sit in prison... You'd better get your way, otherwise I don't mind sending you to Azkaban this Christmas."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at Rove.

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