Chapter 126: Setting Fire to the Mountain Will Result in Life Imprisonment!

The night was deep and shrouded the earth, the wind and snow were howling by, and even the moon in the sky looked particularly cold.

A low figure wandered aimlessly in the thick snow. The cold wind grabbed him and penetrated the layers of wool and leather, making his teeth chatter.

Peter Pettigrew huddled up in his cloak, carefully probed his head and said:

Is the owner, Nico Flamel's estate, really here? All I saw was a wasteland. Could that woman lie to us?

During the years he was a pet in the Weasley family, Peter often traveled from dormitory to dormitory, stealing Galleons from Gryffindor students.

In order to get rich quickly, Peter didn't even let go of Ron's measly pocket money. Ron often didn't get the money until school started, and when he arrived at Hogwarts at night, Peter took it away.

Peter worked hard for more than ten years and saved a little bit of money like an ant moving.

The original plan was to use the money to go to the United States when he was old, but now he used it all to buy information on Nico Flamel's estate.

After spending so many Galleons, if I bought false information, I would be a pure injustice.

When he thought of this, Peter wanted to die!

Wormtail, don't worry, if that woman dares to deceive the Dark Lord, I will let her know what cruelty is!

A voice sounded from Peter's body. The voice was sharp and thin, as cold and biting as the cold wind.

Peter twitched his lips, he was very doubtful of the Dark Lord's words.

That woman has offended many wizards over the years, including celebrities and dark wizards.

Many people have asked for her arms and legs, but so far no one has been able to do so. She is still alive and active in the magical world.

That woman is more cautious than Peter!

With the Dark Lord looking like this, where could he find trouble with her?

Voldemort also felt Peter's worry, and he continued to comfort him:

Don't worry, Wormtail, it's just a little Galleons, it's gone... After you help me resurrect, what kind of wealth do you want? Gringotts is all yours!

The cake was so big and round that Peter was so excited that he quickly smiled flatteringly and said:

Master, in fact, you want to be resurrected. There is no need for us to snatch Nico Flamel's magic stone. You said that you need the bones of your father, the flesh of your servants, and the blood of your enemies.

The first two are easy to get, but as for the blood of the enemy...

I just want Harry Potter. Voldemort said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

But it can be done without Harry Potter, Master, and it can be done easily. Peter bent down and whispered:

As long as you allow me to leave you for a little while...I will be back here in two days to bring you a suitable person.

I just want Harry Potter!

Voldemort was like a disobedient child. After seeing the toys on the roadside, he started to ask for them like a bitch.

Peter was silent, surrounded by only the whistling of the wind and snow. After a moment, he said in a low voice:

Master, it is too difficult to harm Harry Potter. He is now closely protected by Dumbledore...

I know. Voldemort said slowly in a cold voice, "That's why I asked you to come to Nico Flamel's manor to snatch the Sorcerer's Stone."

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Peter had a headache. Aren't these two things equally dangerous? !

No... maybe it would be easier to go to Hogwarts and catch Harry Potter.

After all, Peter and Harry had slept in the same dormitory for two years, and occasionally even shared the same bed. He knew Harry very well...

A typical stupid Gryffindor lion.

To put it more bluntly...brainless!

Just when Peter was thinking about how to persuade the Dark Lord to give up snatching the Sorcerer's Stone for the time being, Voldemort whispered:

What, Wormtail, you are so wavering, do you want to abandon me? Maybe you're tired of waiting on me, huh?

The Dark Lord's words are very mysterious

Resentment, like a resentful woman who is about to be abandoned, but her voice is extremely cold.

Of course not, Master! Peter's voice was filled with panic. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

I just... I just can't find Nico Flamel's manor and am a little anxious. I have absolutely no intention of leaving you. I am loyal to you.

That's good. Voldemort said hoarsely:

As for Nico Flamel's estate, it must have been hidden by the Loyalty Curse.

Don't worry, as long as the manor is in this area, just set a fire. Nico Flamel's manor is so big that it will always be swallowed up by the Fire Curse.

Peter visibly flinched when he heard the magic of the Red Loyalty Charm. He thought of the dead James and Lily.

Okay, don't be dazed, Wormtail. Voldemort urged: Take off your shirt quickly and let me control you.

Peter took off his cloak tremblingly. In the freezing wind, his lips were blue and he was shivering.

Peter quickly pulled his shirt open, revealing a chest with a ferocious face.

Voldemort opened his eyes suddenly, sniffed gently with his two snake-like nostrils, and breathed in the fresh air.

Voldemort sighed: To be honest, Wormtail, although you are short and ugly, your body is far stronger than Quirrell.

The smooth feeling when I control your body is far better than Quirrell... Don't worry, I will treat it gently and not be too violent.

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Voldemort had taken over control of Peter's body. He suddenly raised his wand, and a small black flame appeared on the tip of the wand.

Even in such a heavy wind and snow, the fire did not extinguish. Instead, it swayed leisurely like grass in the cold wind.

Voldemort raised his wand to the sky, and the devil's flame suddenly bounced out and turned into a fire snake.

The black fire python with flames all over its body spun around Voldemort quickly. He raised his wand, raised his hand upward, and whispered:

Go!

It was originally a slender fire snake, swimming out, just shaking its head and tail, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant beast more than ten meters long, sweeping around

The thick snow on the ground melted instantly, not only that, but the snowflakes falling in the sky also turned into raindrops in the hot flames.

But those raindrops did not fall on the ground, but evaporated instantly a few meters above Voldemort's head.

In the steaming mist, a handsome blond boy suddenly appeared. His voice was gentle, like an elder, and he sternly admonished:

Tom, setting fire to the mountain will cost you a lifetime in prison... You'd better turn back from your mistakes, otherwise I don't mind sending you to Azkaban this Christmas.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at Rolf.

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(Thanks to the book friend and I Love a Shiba Inu for the reward.)