Chapter 290 Wormtail

There is a strange fragrance permeating the cave, which is the unique taste of potion, both bitter and tempting.

The blood of unicorns, the venom of blood-cursed orcs, and various precious magical herbs.

Wormtail (Peter Pelrum's nickname) had been staring at this pot of potion for a whole month, and his thoughts began to wander.

He didn't know why he chose this place. For him, as long as he escaped from the British magical world, he would survive in any country. Aurors from other countries would not keep an eye on a mouse with missing claws.

The moment he escaped from Hogwarts, he tried hard to get rid of the Auror's pursuit. For some reason, he always felt that the scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

However, he still relied on his sudden inspiration to escape and ran all the way towards Albania, which was the legendary paradise for criminals and a place that was out of reach of the British magical world.

When he came to Albania, he suddenly remembered something. He had heard Harry and Ron say with his own ears that his old master, the Dark Lord, had been hiding in Albania.

When I come here, if I don't see the other party, will I be liquidated in the future? Now Dumbledore's side can't go back, he still needs a powerful wizard to protect him.

So, after spending some time, he ruled most of the rats in Butrint where he was hiding, and asked them to help him find traces of the Dark Lord.

And he himself was hiding in the sewer of a tavern run by a wizard on the edge of the forest, eavesdropping on all kinds of news.

I don’t know how long these dark days have passed, and there is still no news about the old master. After all, the abilities of those mice are limited, especially most of those who entered the black forest never came out again.

Until one day, he took the risk to return to his human form, covered with a black cloak, and sat in the middle of the bar.

Under the dim light, the air was filled with all kinds of strange smells, the smell of spicy smoke, the smell of potions, even the smell of rotting animal offal, and the thick smell of sewer swamps on his body, all kinds of smells mixed together, It's simply worse than the Pig's Head pub in Hogsmeade.

Not everyone in the tavern hall is completely wrapped up like Peter. After all, those who can make a living in the Black Forest of Albania are a group of lawless guys. They do their own things in twos and threes, trading, quarreling, drinking, and bragging... ....

Peter ordered a glass of local black wine and tasted it carefully. He didn't know how long it had been since he drank and ate alone. Eating rough grilled steak, for some reason, he suddenly missed that guy's special pet food.

When he thought of that guy, he couldn't help but shudder...

Suddenly, he heard two people chatting next to him saying:

"...Lawrence is missing, but I estimate that he was probably swallowed by the legendary mysterious beast. The last time we were drunk with him, he mentioned that he would search deep in the Black Forest. That evil beast thought it was a good magic material..."

"Well, it's the mysterious evil beast that is said to be hidden in a cave deep in the forest and will devour the lives of everyone who sees it. Isn't that a Muggle legend?

Also a few years ago, after the Muggle government was stabilized, didn't the people from the Federation go in to investigate and found a large nest of ordinary venomous snakes in a certain grotto, nothing special about it?

The people from the Federation only made an announcement to the Muggle government, but did not get rid of the snakes. But then things became peaceful for a year, and there were no more disappearances there. "

"...You don't know, that was before. In the past two years, several sneaky wizards also disappeared there. But you know our group, the guys from the Federation They don’t care whether we live or die, and no one reports it to them, so it’s always okay...so that guy suspects that there really are some precious magical animals hidden inside.”

Hearing the news, the little eyes under the cloak rolled. He didn't know why. When the other party mentioned a nest of venomous snakes, the familiar feeling came back to him. But if he thought about it carefully, the Dark Lord was a Slytherin. Descendants, being with a group of snakes is indeed normal.

So next, he carefully searched the depths of the black forest, specifically looking for caves and even places with snakes.

In this dark forest, he didn't know how long it had passed before he finally smelled a lot of snake dung. Out of mouse instinct, he subconsciously prepared to escape, but soon he remembered that here he could be his wizard again.

However, he did not change back immediately, but quickly escaped from here, found the place where he had hidden his wand before, and then returned again.

When he found the group of snakes again, he looked carefully and saw that they were really a group of ordinary venomous snakes, but in the center of the group of snakes, there was a thirteen-foot green python, as thick as a human thigh. It was spitting out snake core, as if it would attack him at the next moment.

At this time, a cold and hoarse voice carried a bit of joy:

"Nagini, don't worry, this is my old friend. Wormtail, my old friend, long time no see. Last time I heard at Hogwarts, you let that traitorous boy from the Black family go to Azkaban. I was very happy that you did something unexpected for me.

But at the same time, I heard that you were dead and they still called you a hero. This makes me sad. How I wish that I was the one who gave you the reward..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a cobra next to the green python Nagini quickly shriveled up, and a black mist rose from it.

The voice sounded again in the black fog:

"I'm sorry, my old friend, that after reuniting for many years, I let you see me in this state. Look at how weak I am now. Ordinary snakes can't support me to use more soul power... ..."

Wormtail nervously clenched the wand in his hand. At the same time, his voice began to tremble due to nervousness and fear, and his knees couldn't help but soften, and he knelt on the ground.

"Master...Dark Lord...I am willing to dedicate everything to you..."

He knew that he had no chance to run away at this moment. When he was in first grade, he heard Ron say that although the Dark Lord had been possessing Professor Lodge, he did not kill him.

In fact, when he came to find the Dark Lord, he was already ready to sacrifice his life, and he even considered shaving his head.

Voldemort, who was in the black mist state, did not last long. He quickly selected one among the snakes and continued to possess it.

This time he sat cross-legged next to Nagini, his eyes glowing green, staring intently at Wormtail lying on the ground.