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Bald, wet, vulgar, timid.

Peter Pettigrew stood helplessly in the middle of the hall, Voldemort showed no mercy.

At first, he hung his loyal servant in the middle of the hall.

Nagini looked at Peter Pettigrew eagerly, waiting for her master's order.

As long as its master gives the order, it will definitely open its mouth and swallow Peter Pettigrew.

Under such extreme fear, Voldemort got all the information he wanted, but he still doubted it.

He was originally a suspicious person.

Even what my servant said was logical.

He said that he was captured by Sirius Black, thrown into Sirius' ancestral home, and imprisoned.

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"My master, you appeared outside Black's ancestral home and destroyed it."

At that time, maybe just a few minutes ago, the hung Peter Pettigrew was crying and flattering, begging for his master's trust in his shrill voice.

At the same time, he was also recounting his own experiences, and he had no doubts about the experiences in his mind.

"I am being guarded by Sirius's house elf, named Kreacher. Lady Narcissa must know that this house elf is old, ugly and confused. The important thing is that he does not like Sirius Black at all.

After he was rescued, he took charge of guarding me.

While he was cursing Dumbledore and Sirius, I turned into a mouse and escaped from the sewers while he wasn't paying attention.

My master, I can swear here, my master, I really escaped by myself."

His noise made Voldemort very upset, so Voldemort sealed his mouth and became friendly in an instant.

"What do you think, Draco?"

Voldemort turned sideways, looked at Draco who didn't dare to raise his head, and asked abruptly.

Narcissa subconsciously moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something.

Fortunately, at the last moment, she thought of what her husband had said to her outside and held it back.

"I-I don't know, I don't know, sir."

The child said in a panic.

Keep your head down.

"Call Master, Draco, I am your Master."

Voldemort repeatedly emphasized that it seemed that he was not angry about Draco's problem with how he addressed himself.

But Draco's heart still skipped a beat.

He immediately changed his words and said, "Yes, Master."

No more stuttering.

"very good."

Voldemort then asked again: "What do you think of this?"

Draco Malfoy's mouth opened wide. He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of the teachings Professor Lupine gave him when he was alone in school.

"If you don't know, just say you don't know. There's no shame in it."

Subconsciously, he thought of the teachings of Lu Ping, who was also his spiritual support when he was in school.

So he subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "I don't know, Master."

"I don't know? Very good, honest, an extremely good quality.

Child, remember, I like your qualities very much.

From now on, no matter when you are, you must be honest with me, you know?"

Voldemort chuckled. Just now, he used "Legilimency" to carefully investigate Peter Pettigrew's memory.

No problem found.

He seemed to be talking to Draco, but in fact, he was considering and hesitating.

To be on the safe side, he thought it would be better for him to kill Peter Pettigrew.

However, he has no one at hand now.

Although he didn't like Peter Pettigrew either - who would like a man who betrayed his friends and followed others' influence?

Even Voldemort doesn't like such a character.

Today, such a person will betray his friends, and tomorrow, he will betray himself.

But if you kill him.

Voldemort played with his wand, weighed the pros and cons, and finally made up his mind.

He really doesn't have anyone available.

His loyal men, the people he needs most, are all in Azkaban.

The remaining people who did not enter Azkaban, Voldemort no longer believed them.

These people are just fagots.

Even Snape, the spy he placed beside Dumbledore, he did not dare to recall.

He still has flaws.

He knew that Dumbledore couldn't kill him, but he was unprecedentedly weak.

Someone destroyed most of his Horcruxes. During that period, Voldemort was extremely scared. He kept Nagini by his side and never left her. He would wake up whenever there was any disturbance.

He needs some people to help him get Harry Potter's blood.

After careful consideration.

Voldemort still did not sentence Peter Pettigrew to death.

He stood up, pushed away the chair, strode to Peter Pettigrew's side with windy strides, and leaned down.

"Stay here, Peter, my servant, but you must swear an oath for me.

Will you still be loyal to me?"

he asked abruptly.

"Yes, yes, my master, I will always be your loyal servant."

Peter Pettigrew was kneeling on the ground, his body was soaked with sweat, and he was so nervous that he almost fainted.

But after hearing the Dark Lord's last words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he had survived.

The Dark Lord will not kill him.

"Very well, Peter, it's nice to hear you talk like that."

After Voldemort made up his mind, he lifted Peter Pettigrew up with both hands and took him to the end of the long wooden table to sit down. Then he said: "Then swear an oath to me, Peter, under my watchful eye."

He picked up the wand, and a little light came out of the top of the wand.

Peter Pettigrew knew that it was definitely a curse, and if he said it, a contract would be formed.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

If he wants to survive, he can only follow the rules of the Dark Lord.

Opening his mouth, Peter Pettigrew spoke out his vow.

…

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

When Voldemort held a dinner party for his few Death Eaters.

Burrow.

Dowey Jones and Mr. Arthur Weasley arrived at the Burrow.

Passing unauthorized door keys.

"fine."

When Arthur Weasley was making the door key, Duwei said with confidence: "I am the minister, and I allow it."

Arthur said nothing.

Obviously this matter should be managed by the Department of Magical Transportation.

A moment of dizziness.

They arrived at the Burrow.

This is the first time that Dewey Jones has come to Arthur Weasley's house. As per common people's stereotypes, the Burrow is not to mention compared with the Malfoy family's large manor and the Crouch family's large mansion.

Even compared with some ordinary residences, the Weasley family's Burrow seems a bit too simple.

In some strange translations, the Burrow is described as a "caveman's dwelling". From this, we can see how dilapidated the Weasley family is.

Fortunately, Du Wei doesn't care about this.

Never look at a family based on its surface.

Especially a family like the Weasleys.

The channels it has are unimaginable.

"I have nothing to bring as a gift."

Duwei said in Scrimgeour's tone that the things he sent were also very suitable.

"This is a hat that can protect against confusion spells. Mr. Arthur, this hat is for you."

He handed a tan hat to Arthur Weasley, then looked at Ms. Molly Weasley who was coming, and took out a bag from his body.

"A complete set of household pest control tools that can deal with vampires, earthworms, and many strange pests."

Du Wei said.

"Hello," he greeted finally, "Merry Christmas!"