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Chapter 475 The Madman and Bertha

"I won't get lost!"

Bertha Jorkins came out of the inn in a huff.

She admitted that she took some risks by going on vacation - her brain hadn't been working very well since she started working.

That should be the case - at least that's what my colleagues at the Ministry of Magic say.

'Since being transferred by Mr. Batty... maybe? Maybe?'

She sighed, and once again began to worry about her poor memory - but fortunately she had already remembered that she worked for the Ministry of Magic.

'You shouldn't argue with your boss, but did I pay?'

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

"I can't wander around, but I brought enzymes... the kind that are kept alive by magic... I can also fill my stomach with wood!"

She touched the spot where the thing lay again, making sure it was securely there.

"Then it's all right. Take a stroll, Bertha!"

Bertha began to cheer herself up and quickened her pace towards the forest.

Soon, she spotted an unfortunate rabbit and began to chase it with great enthusiasm - and when she realized she couldn't catch it, she simply used magic to lift it up.

"Hey, no need to eat wood..."

She muttered happily, hummed a tune that was no longer popular, and began to look for a suitable place to make a fire.

"But I have such a bad memory, how did you remember it?"

Bertha was thinking but did not stop what she was doing. However, as she was roasting, a figure approached.

"Hey, you smell so good!"

A man's voice made a strange sound, and the expression on his face was also very strange.

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

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

"Also, he's carrying a bag. Is that smuggled stuff?"

"That's not right. A smuggler... You can't think I'm in the same business as him... This guy is... That's right!"

She reached for her wand.

But the person in front of him was faster. He drew out his wand almost as a first reaction. Before Bertha could recite the spell, a disarming spell had already hit her, causing her wand to fall out of her hand.

"Eh?"

Bertha heard the sound, and then she was hung upside down.

"It's over..."

Such thoughts came into Bertha's mind.

But soon, the strange man pounced on the rabbit on the fire and started tearing it apart - he even accidentally dropped it because it was too hot, and then reluctantly picked it up with his hands, and then was forced to pull his hands back because of the burn.

"You are…"

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

Then, memories came flooding back to her mind like crazy.

Under the impact of the rapidly flipping memories, she couldn't help but look up and prepare to scream, but it was no use - before she completely fainted, she finally saw a horrible little ugly man squatting in the crucible.

"what!!!!!!"

-

When Bertha woke up again, she found herself tied up by vines.

At the same time, she also completely lost her wand - it was now in the crucible, with only the head sticking out.

"You're awake." A voice that shouldn't come from a baby's mouth emerged. Although it was hoarse, it was full of power. If it hadn't been disturbed by the giggling and messy chewing sounds, it would have been more majestic than it was now.

"Quiet down, Wormtail!"

There was less noise, but Bertha could still see Wormtail nibbling at her dinner.

"Let's move on, victim."

The sound from the crucible sounded again.

"victim?"

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

"I forgot."

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

"Think about it carefully. The spells you learned, the cooking skills you learned, and even this exquisite thing you call universal food."

Voldemort lowered his voice. "Can they be grasped by your poor memory? Can the position in the Ministry of Magic be selected so easily? Even being an assistant to Mr. Barty - can this position be obtained by a student who is forgetful and has a poor memory?"

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

Bertha shook her head. The pain in her head was getting worse.

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

Tom stared at Bertha—he needed this woman so badly.

Whether it's cooking or making potions, or figuring out what's new in the wizarding world, especially that universal food.

If Wormtail was fine, then maybe it wouldn't be necessary, but right now, even if this person looked a bit useless, he could still be chosen.

"I…"

"You knew it, and you suspected it, but Mr. Barty claimed that you were simply unworthy of your position, that you were a complete idiot, and then everyone else believed it, and you became a hated person in the Ministry of Magic, right?"

Voldemort spoke even softer. He thought the situation was perfect - even better if Wormtail didn't drool.

"You had your doubts, but you were going to let it go unless the Ministry fired you. After all, Mr. Barty said he wanted to keep your position, right?"

"No...No..."

"You think you were a good student before, but your classmates at Hogwarts said you weren't very smart... You think they are closer, right? But is it possible that you were bullied before?"

"certainly not."

Perhaps Wormtail swallowed so loudly that she had time to think. Bertha shook her head and said, "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 was just after this in the beginning, but he is a genuine pure-blood!"

"I…"

"Your forgetfulness is not forgetfulness at all. You know, it's suppressed by that Mr. Crouch. He cast a spell on you!"

Voldemort continued to seduce.

Yes - he had cast the spell, but in order to avoid starving himself, he did not dare to break the forgetfulness spell.

At least, not before he recovered.

If it is useful, keep it. If it is useless, break it open by force and see what secrets that old man Crouch has hidden.

"He, I..."

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

"you?"

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

The fish is hooked.

(End of this chapter)