This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"I won't get lost!"

Bertha Jorkins came out of the inn angry.

She admits that she took some risks by going on vacation - her brain has not worked well since working.

It should be like this - that's what my colleagues at the Ministry of Magic say anyway.

‘Since being transferred by Mr. Batty…probably? perhaps? ’

She sighed, worried again about her poor memory - but thankfully she had remembered that she was a member of the Ministry of Magic.

‘You shouldn’t argue with your boss, but am I paying? ’

Bertha shook her head and began to wander around the jungle.

'I wasn't allowed to wander around, but I brought enzymes...the kind that preserves the activity of magic...the wood can also fill your stomach! ’

She touched the place where the thing was placed again to make sure it was well placed there.

"Then nothing is impossible. Take a walk, Bertha!"

Bertha began to cheer herself up. He quickened his pace and walked towards the forest.

Soon, she discovered an unfortunate rabbit and started chasing it happily - and after confirming that she couldn't catch it, she directly lifted it up with magic.

'Hey, there's no need to eat wood...'

She muttered happily, hummed a tune that had long been out of fashion, and began to look for a suitable place to light a fire.

‘But I obviously have such a bad memory, how can I remember it? ’

Bertha was thinking, but the movements in her hands did not stop, but as she was roasting, a figure came closer.

"Hehe, you smell so good!"

A male voice made a strange sound, and the expression on his face was very strange.

If the other party hadn't been staring at the rabbit in her hand, she would probably...

'Strange, why does this person look familiar...'

‘Also, you are carrying a bag. Could it be smuggled? ’

'That's not right, the smuggler...can't think that I am a fellow smuggler...this person is...that's right! ’

She reached for her wand.

But the person in front of him was faster. He almost immediately pulled out the wand. Before Bertha could say the spell, a disarming spell had already hit her, causing her to lose her wand directly.

"Eh?"

Bertha heard the other party make such a sound, and then she was hung upside down.

'It's over...'

The thought came to Bertha's mind.

But soon, the strange man pounced on the rabbit on the fire and started tearing it apart - he even accidentally dropped the thing because it was hot to his hands. In the end, he reluctantly picked it up with his hands, and then he continued to be burned and had to shrink his hands.

"Who are you…"

Bertha looked at the other person's face, and his name finally appeared in her mind, but before she could say it out, a spell hit her directly.

Then, memories resurfaced crazily in her mind.

Under the impact of the rapidly flipping memories, she couldn't help but raise her head and prepare to scream, but it was to no avail - before she completely passed out, she finally saw a terrifying little ugly man squatting in the crucible.

"ah!!!!!!"

——

When Bertha woke up again, she found that her whole body was tied up by tree vines.

At the same time, she also completely lost her wand - it was currently in the cauldron, with only one head exposed.

"You're awake."

A voice that should not appear in a baby's mouth emerged, although it was hoarse, but full of power - if it were not disturbed by the laughter and messy chewing sounds, it should be more majestic than it is now.

"Quiet down, Wormtail!"

It was quieter there, but Bertha could still see Wormtail nibbling at her dinner.

"Let's move on, victim."

The sound in the crucible sounded again.

"victim?"

"Yes, victim," Voldemort's voice was full of magnetism, "You may have forgotten, but think about it, your memory was very poor when you were at Hogwarts?"

"I forgot."

Bertha was led to think seriously, but after a moment she still shook her head - she already felt a little headache.

"Think carefully about the spells you learned, the cooking skills you learned, and even this exquisite existence that you call universal food."

Voldemort's voice lowered, "Are they something that your poor memory can grasp? Is it so easy to choose a position in the Ministry of Magic? Even working as an assistant to Mr. Barty - a position for a disgraced student with a poor memory. Can you get it?"

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

Bertha shook her head, her head hurting even more.

"You know, you know, you're even jealous of the newcomer this year, right, that one, Percy Weasley, he almost got the same position as you - obviously he's just a newcomer, right?"

Tom stared at Bertha - he needed this woman so much.

Whether it's cooking, making potions, or figuring out new things in the magical world, especially the all-purpose food.

If Wormtail was good, he might not need it, but right now, even if this person seemed a bit useless, he still had a choice.

"I…"

"You know it, and you have suspected it, but Mr. Barty claimed that you were just unusable, that you were a complete fool, and then everyone thought so, and you became an existence that everyone in the Ministry of Magic despised, right? "

Voldemort's tone became softer. He felt that the current situation was perfect - it would be even better if Wormtail didn't drool.

"You also doubted it, but if the Ministry of Magic didn't fire you, you planned to let it go. After all, Mr. Barty said that he would keep your position, right?"

"No...no..."

"You think you should have studied well before, but your classmates at Hogwarts said that you were not very smart...you think they are closer, right? But is it possible that you were bullied before?"

"No."

Perhaps Wormtail swallowed too loudly, giving her time to think. Bertha shook her head, "I messed up their date!"

"But this has nothing to do with your grades. You don't have a good family, but you went to the Ministry of Magic and did odd jobs for Mr. Crouch - and that Percy, at the beginning, was just pursuing this, he is a genuine pure blood!"

"I..."

"Your forgetfulness is not forgetfulness at all. You know, it was Mr. Crouch who suppressed you. He cast a spell on you!"

Voldemort continued to bewitch.

Yes - he cast the spell, but in order not to starve himself, he dared not break the forgetfulness spell.

At least, he couldn't do it before he recovered.

Once he recovered, 'keep it if it's useful, break it forcibly if it's useless, and then see what secrets the old man Crouch has hidden. '

"He, I..."

"And the Wormtail in front of him, he was also framed and suppressed, but he was not as lucky as you - so was I, I was also framed and suppressed, they were slandering me!"

"You?"

"Yes, me, we are all victims!" Voldemort laughed, but his tone was gentler.

The fish took the bait.