Magical Studies at Hogwarts

It rained all night and stopped until the next morning.

But the sky is still cloudy, and we can't tell when it will rain again.

After a good night's sleep, Peter Pettigrew felt that he had completely recovered. Although he still felt a little sore in his body, it was no longer a problem.

After waiting in the hall for a while, Bertha Jorkins also came downstairs. She didn't seem to see Peter, and sat directly on the table nearby, ordered a breakfast, and enjoyed it alone.

Peter was confused, he had no idea what was going on with this woman. Just as he was about to get up, Bertha ran over as if she had discovered something surprising.

"Merlin! You are... Peter!"

"Oh my God! You are still alive!"

Peter: "..."

"All these years you..." Bertha was completely unaware that she had said these words once last night, and she kept talking endlessly. Peter did not show any impatience at all, and even had a smile on his face.

"...He gave me a vacation. Damn it, I don't know why I need such a long vacation!"

"Would you like to go for a walk together? After all, we haven't seen each other for such a long time." The smile on Peter's face became even bigger.

"Take a walk? Where to go?"

"Do you remember that legend from school? About... Ravenclaw's diadem?"

"Ravenclaw's diadem? Yes!" Bertha's voice suddenly became much softer, "Do you know where it is?"

"I don't know, I just have a little clue." Peter Pettigrew shook his head and also lowered his voice, "Do you remember the ghost of Ravenclaw? She is the daughter of Lady Ravenclaw. Legend has it that she stole her mother's Crown, killed by Barro the Bloody in the Albanian forest..."

"Most likely, the crown is still there."

Bertha's eyes were intense, and she was obviously moved, but she still had concerns, and asked: "But, after all these years, are you sure it's still here?"

"No one can be sure about this." Peter Pettigrew shook his head, "It's just a legend. It's better to find it, but it doesn't matter if you can't find it. It's just for fun."

"Okay, then when do we set off?"

"How about now?"

"Okay, let's go!"

The two left the hotel and walked south together, chatting and walking. Along the way, Bertha kept talking, either asking where Peter Pettigrew had been these years, or complaining that people from the Ministry of Magic were targeting her. . Occasionally, the questions that have been asked will be asked again, with the same tone as if they were asked for the first time.

Peter Pettigrew kept smiling and echoing Bertha's topics. After a long time, the two finally arrived at the forest where the legendary Bloody Balor killed Helena Ravenclaw.

Entering the forest, Bertha kept talking, but the smile on Peter Pettigrew's face became more and more ferocious. Suddenly, he pulled out his wand, and the spell hit Bertha.

"All petrified!"

Bertha's face was full of horror, but she couldn't move at all. Peter Pettigrew's face was ferocious, with a bit of ferocity.

"Bertha...oh, innocent Bertha..."

Waving his wand to make Bertha float in the air, Peter Pettigrew continued walking deeper.

He opened his left arm, pointed the wand on it, and the Dark Mark suddenly appeared. Peter closed his eyes and felt it silently.

"Master...Master...your most loyal servant is here..."

"Master...Master...your most loyal servant begs for your response..."

It was getting dark, and it was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything in the dense forest. I don’t know when the rain started to fall again, and it fell into thin lines on the trees.

Peter Pettigrew called tirelessly, walking deeper and deeper into the forest. Suddenly, a rustling sound came, which seemed particularly strange in the dark and dense forest.

"Si~Si~"

A twelve-foot giant snake was coiled on the book. The snake's head stopped in front of Peter Pettigrew and kept spitting out letters.

Peter pointed his wand at the giant snake and stared at it nervously. Bertha behind him remained motionless. Without Peter's magic, she fell directly to the ground.

"Look who's here, Nagini..." A low and hoarse voice sounded, and Peter Pettigrew fell to his knees directly.

"Oh, Wormtail...my servant..."

"Master..." Peter Pettigrew trembled all over, letting Nagini wrap around his body. The snake letter was next to his ears, and would even fall on them.

"Bring him here, Nagini... My servant is here, and I have to let him see his master. What does he look like now..."

Nagini slowly let go of Peter Pettigrew and slowly slid deeper. Peter quickly got up from the ground and followed with Bertha.

After turning left and right in the forest, Nagini finally got into a cave. The entrance to the cave was so small that Peter could only crawl in on his knees.

"Come forward, come forward, let me see you, Wormtail...my servant..."

"Give me a little light, let me see you..."

A soft white light emitted from the tip of Peter Pettigrew's staff. Through the light, he finally saw his master's current face.

It could no longer be called a person, it was just a wriggling black shadow, with a face vaguely visible.

"Are you disappointed? Wormtail..." Voldemort's voice became hoarse and extremely weak.

"No...Master..." Peter Pettigrew raised his wand and knelt down again.

Voldemort seemed not to have seen it and was still talking to himself: "Look at you, Wormtail, you are kneeling in front of me. You must be thinking why I should succumb to such a guy who doesn't even have a human form..."

"No! No! Master..."

"You must be thinking in your heart that the great Dark Lord failed! He was defeated by a baby..."

"No...Master..."

"Is the failed Dark Lord still the Dark Lord? No, he is not... So, you have not come to look for me for more than ten years!"

Nagini stretched her head over again, and the letter fell on Peter Pettigrew's face.

"However, I am very happy that you are here. There is still a servant who remembers his master...even though he did not do it voluntarily..."

"No! Master! I am voluntary, Wormtail is voluntary..."

"Lie!" Voldemort's tone was full of anger, "Lie! Someone asked you to come to me! You are lying!"

"Oh... the familiar magic power, young and powerful, full of vitality..."

"My little Ike, how is he?"

Peter Pettigrew actually heard a hint of concern in Voldemort's tone, which made him even more frightened.

"Ike..."

"You have to call him little master!"

"My little master...he is very good. He is the best in Hogwarts right now."

"Of course, of course, of course he is the best..." Voldemort's voice became much softer, "Young, powerful, calm, and also obsessed with the greatness of magic..."

"Look at this curse! How wonderful!"

"Yes, Master..."

"Take me back, Wormtail, I want to see my little Ike..."

"But first, I need you to do something for me."

"But according to your instructions, master..."

"I need a body, you have to make a body for me..."