A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 521 I Want Milk

Albanian forests

The dense foliage trembled, creating a unique pattering sound.

A slender, tender green snake struggled among the leaves, seemingly afraid of the shadow in front of it.

But the shadow ignored it, hissing threateningly, and then approached the green snake, seemingly trying to force its way into its body.

pain!

It hurts!

The green snake coiled its body, trembling violently as it struggled in agony.

The shadow was cold and brutal; it felt its fragile body about to shatter completely.

I can't get in.

No!

But the shadow still forced its way in, completely invading the green snake's body. The green snake finally stopped trembling and lay limply on the branch, utterly despondent.

The shadow let out a satisfied sigh, then hummed again. It seemed dissatisfied that it had taken so long this time.

Still too weak.

In the past, I could have ended the battle in less than 0.05 seconds.

The insect, with its tail tucked to the ground, trembled as it listened to the sounds from the tree, too afraid to look up.

He was afraid that if he looked up, Voldemort would get excited and enter his body, giving him a blowjob.

Voldemort can just attach himself to the snake; Peter wants to live a little longer.

"I'm all better, Wormtail. Don't be afraid, lift your head." Voldemort's indifferent voice rang out.

Peter Pettigrew immediately looked up, revealing a fawning smile: "Congratulations, Master, on getting a new body again."

"What use would I have for a snake's body!" Voldemort said with disgust.

He is currently just a shadow, without a physical body, and unable to cast magic; he can only attach himself to animals.

But for them, it's not much better than being pure shadows, because their bodies are not suited for casting magic.

Moreover, because he possesses an animal, he shortens the animal's lifespan, and soon it will have to be replaced by another animal.

For the past thirteen years, while waiting for the Death Eaters in the forests of Albania, Voldemort has also tried countless small animals.

At first, there were some considerations; you'd find relatively normal animals. But if you get possessed by the same animal for too long, you'll feel nauseous and naturally want to change things up.

Of course, if they didn't change the animals and used the same kind every time, they would probably have gone extinct long ago.

It doesn't matter what kind of animal it is; as time goes on, it can be as bizarre and perverse as possible.

Snake... Rat... Cockroach... Toad... Dung beetle... Shipworm...

There's no small animal he hasn't been with.

In terms of living the longest, it's definitely the toad.

When it comes to tightness, you have to look to the dung beetle.

In terms of disgust, there is no doubt that it is the shipworm.

Of course, Voldemort's favorite food was snake; everything else was just for fun.

Voldemort wanted to possess a wizard, just like he possessed Quirrell's head back then.

That way, his power can be displayed.

But Peter wasn't suitable; he had other uses. The captured witch was even less suitable; she hadn't been interrogated yet.

The thought filled Voldemort with rage. Peter interrogated him for days, but only managed to extract some useless information.

For example, the Ministry of Magic, who's having an affair with whom; who's betting on sports and how much money they've lost...

Voldemort needs to torture Bertha himself to obtain deeper information. Therefore, he now needs a physical body.

"Wormtail, I need you to find something!" Voldemort roared.

Seeing that its owner was angry, the insect tail was not too scared.

Voldemort is always angry, and this anger has different levels.

This anger is just normal anger. While Peter was a rat, he also picked up a lot of strange words from that Stark kid.

In Stark's words: This level of anger is still a weakling with a combat power of five.

At most, they'll just call him an idiot.

Wormtail whispered, "I've already contacted the wizard at the Prancing Horse Inn and am preparing to go find that snake again."

"Idiot!!" Voldemort cursed, "Hurry up, we're pressed for time."

He must now emerge from the shadows and needs to acquire a weak physical body.

Although this body will be the size of a baby and fragile, it will no longer need to attach itself to small animals.

He can stay in that body, waiting for the ingredients needed for true regeneration, and he can also use magic.

The incantation for the physical body was invented by himself, requiring a potion made from unicorn blood and the venom of a special snake.

We have the unicorn blood, but we haven't gotten our hands on the special snake venom or the insect tail yet.

A few years ago, when he was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, he had encountered a beautiful snake named Nagini in France.

It's really beautiful!

Voldemort took a liking to her at first sight.

But Hogwarts was dangerous, and he had planned to return to her after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone.

Unexpectedly, a year later, the beautiful snake disappeared; no one knew who had taken it.

Voldemort had no choice but to find a new target.

When Insect Tail arrived, it discovered a giant mongoose deep in the forest.

This is his new goal.

Unfortunately, the insect tail tried to catch her once but failed. This time, they had to find some wizards to help them subdue her.

It's normal that we didn't catch it; that snake was laying eggs recently and was incredibly ferocious.

But that makes it even more exciting.

Voldemort had a particular fondness for female snakes during their egg-laying period.

Thinking about this made him feel inexplicably better.

"I want milk!" Voldemort suddenly commanded.

Hearing this absurd and unreasonable request, Insect Tail paused for a moment, then said with a bitter face:

"Master, where can I get you some milk?"

He was a little tired.

Drinking milk... Why don't you drink hand-drip coffee?

"Unicorn milk! What about the unicorn we caught last time?"

"It escaped," said Insect Tail.

"Don't lie to me!" Voldemort's voice was hoarse.

"I know everything, Wormtail! Don't you regret coming back to me?"

"You think I'm demanding. I disgust you; I can see it. You shrink back when you see me, and you tremble when I touch you..."

"That's not true! I am utterly loyal to my master—"

"What loyalty? You're just a coward. If you had anywhere else to go, you would never have come here."

As for me, I have all sorts of requirements, and I also need you to deal with snakes like the Neanderthal.

I guess... perhaps you're tired of this job of serving me, aren't you, Wormtail?

"You let the unicorn go, are you planning to abandon me too?"

Wormtail was sweating profusely; it was indeed he who released the unicorn.

Killing a unicorn is cursed. Voldemort needs to drink people's blood and milk to replenish his strength.

The unicorn was brought to the brink of death, so Peter quickly released it.

"Wormtail, how can I live without you? My servant, how can you bear to abandon your master?"

I will reward you if I am resurrected.

"Immortality, how about it?" Voldemort tempted.

Another silence followed.

"Master! I—I had no intention of leaving you, not at all—"

"That's good." Voldemort snorted.

"Now, go find that Rune-like snake immediately. Once you've weakened her, leave the rest to me."

"After you've done all that, lure the groundbats to the Prancing Horse Inn and kill all the wizards there."

Bugtail nodded and hurriedly fled from Voldemort.

He really wants to run away now and go to America to find Little Tom.

They're clearly the same person, so how come the difference is so huge?!

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