Magical Studies at Hogwarts.

Chapter 136 Nagini

"You brought me a present, Wormtail," said Voldemort.

"Yes, my lord, she is Bertha Jorkins, now in the Department of Magical Sports."

"Department of Magic and Sports? Crouch? This reminds me of someone..." Voldemort's tone was filled with nostalgia, but it was fleeting. "Wormtail, go and find what I need..."

"I can not wait any more……"

Peter Pettigrew respectfully fell to his knees and bent down.

"I'm going, Master."

"go Go……"

The curse had already expired the moment he saw Voldemort, which was confirmed by Voldemort, otherwise Pettigrew Peter didn't know how many times he would have endured that inhuman pain.

Three days later, after using many disgraceful means to finally collect the materials Voldemort needed, Peter Pettigrew finally returned to the old Comrade Voldemort's hiding place.

In addition to those precious magic materials, there is also a baby—a baby from a wizard family who was just born.

The child is alive and well, which is the most important thing, and Peter Pettigrew dares not let him make any mistakes.

But, his life has come to an end...

"Very good, very good." The joy in Voldemort's words could be clearly heard, "Now, let's get started, Wormtail, I can't wait!"

Set up a pot, lit the flame at the bottom of the pot, and when the water boiled slightly, Peter Pettigrew began to put magic materials into it one by one.Unicorn horns, dragon blood, double-headed snake teeth, and various rare materials gradually melted in, and a strange aroma began to emit from the pot.

It's wonderful, intoxicating.

The baby seemed to have sensed his impending fate, and began to cry.Peter Pettigrew didn't hesitate at all, waited until the pot was filled with mist, and threw it directly into it.

Waving the magic wand, the pot suddenly emits multicolored light, which gradually turns into clouds and mist in the air.Faintly, there was a baby inside, curled up, as if asleep.

"Wormtail, send me up!" Voldemort ordered, Peter Pettigrew carefully held Voldemort in his hands and sent him into the cloud.

Suddenly, like ink dripping into clear water, the cloud was instantly dyed black.Rolling, rolling, slowly retracting into the baby's body.

The face became Voldemort's, and the body was wrapped in a black gauze, which seemed to be flowing with smoke.

Peter Pettigrew gently hugged Voldemort in his arms and knelt on the ground, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Congratulations, master..."

"No Wormtail, it's not enough..." Voldemort's voice was still hoarse, but without so much weakness, "We have to do more..."

"Now, give me your wand, and I will enjoy the gift you brought me..."

He took the wand, which was almost half the length of Voldemort, and waved it lightly, awakening Bertha who had been lying on the ground.

Without giving her a chance to wake up, a Cruciatus Curse was released directly.

"Hey~ hey hey! Hey~ hey~ hey..."

Voldemort enjoyed Bertha's pained and unable to cry out very much. This state of wanting to die but not being able to get it is what he misses the most.

In the past, countless people showed up in front of him, which was a symbol of his strength!

Wantonly venting the dissatisfaction of these years, she didn't stop until Bertha was spitting white foam from her mouth and her eyes were bleeding.But before Bertha could catch her breath, another Imperius Curse fell.

Drenched in sweat and with an unnatural bruise on her face, Bertha stood up straight, talking little by little about her past years.

Many, very complicated, with her unsatisfactory, but also a little beautiful.

Voldemort listened quietly, holding a large wand in his small hand, like a conductor, waving it rhythmically in the air.

"...Mr. Barty Crouch had a very bad life. When he learned that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, his whole body collapsed, which also made him lose to Minister Fudge in the end..."

"...He seems to have a lot of secrets, and sometimes you can hear him arguing with others, but he is the only one in the office..."

"...Oh, Winky, a loyal house elf of the Crouch family, very loyal, and unconditionally obeys the orders of the Crouch family men..."

"Men?" The wand stopped in Voldemort's hand, and Bertha continued, "Yes, men, it's hard to imagine that little Barty has been kept at home by Mr. Crouch..."

"Oh oh oh, look what I heard!" Voldemort was overjoyed, "Little Barty! Did you hear Wormtail, little Barty!"

Bertha didn't hear Voldemort's words at all, and continued to say: "Little Barty broke Mr. Crouch's heart. They are always arguing. Mr. Crouch is already very busy. This year's Ministry of Magic is unexpectedly busy... ..."

"The Quidditch World Cup needs a lot of people, and they seem to be restarting an old game that has been stopped for more than 100 years..."

"... Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are not easy to deal with, especially if the venue is at Hogwarts..."

Voldemort stopped his wand suddenly, and Bertha fell silent.

"Very well, Wormtail, this is a very nice present!"

"Thank you for your compliment, master..."

"Let me think, let me think..." Voldemort lowered his hand, holding the wand for a long time was still a great burden to him now.After a while, he seemed to have figured it out, and heard him shout: "Nagini! My baby, I need you!"

Nagini slowly crawled over and looked at Voldemort quietly.

"Oh Nagini, don't be afraid, soon, soon..." Muttering in her mouth, she suddenly raised her wand, and a dazzling green light fell directly on Bertha's body.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

"what!"

Voldemort uttered a heart-piercing cry, and as Bertha fell to the ground, Nagini also rolled over in pain, and even broke the cauldron with his flicking tail.

But soon, she calmed down, and slowly crawled to Voldemort's side, with the snake's head gently resting on his hand.

"Nagini, as I said, soon..."

Pettigrew Peter was holding Voldemort, he didn't dare to move at all, this weird magic was completely beyond his cognition.

"Wormtail..."

"Yes, Master."

"It's time for us to go back. I can't wait to go back to England." Voldemort's tone was weak but relaxed and cheerful. "Go to Great Hangleton, to the old house of the Gaunt family. We will be safe there."

"Take Nagini, we're going to be there for a long time."

"As you wish, master." Peter Pettigrew respectfully replied.

"By the way, I can't wait to bring little Barty to see me..."

"I want to see him!"

"Okay, master, let's set off now..."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go back!"

　And~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)