No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"You doubted it! But it doesn't matter. I've been away for too long. Maybe you're right. Harry Potter was assigned to Slyklin, became friends with the Malfoy boy, and was Snape's favorite student. From any aspect, he doesn't look like the boy in the legend." The ugly baby pondered, but immediately said, "Pettydwarf, does that mean that you..."

"Master, the prophecy was passed down by Snape. I know nothing about it. I was just reporting the location of the Potter family to you as you instructed." Pettigrew almost knelt down. He felt a chill running down his spine. Even the fireplace behind him could not bring him warmth.

Pettigrew was really regretting it now. He thought it would be better to stay in Azkaban. At least, he wouldn't have to live in fear every day. But he couldn't escape now because Nani was staring at him. He felt that Nani had wanted to swallow him up for a long time, but because his master still needed him, he had been restraining himself. Now, Pettigrew didn't know who he was more afraid of.

The ugly baby fell silent again. This was his father's former residence. He had asked to return here. Here, he had completed his father's murder and cut out his first Horcrux. And here, he would complete his own resurrection.

However, Pettigrew didn't know all this. He was now just a soulless tool who only had to follow orders.

The high-back chair was placed where he could see the window. Outside the roaring flames of the fireplace, the clown baby seemed to be able to see the dilapidated house on the plain opposite the old house, which was the last home of the Gaunt family.

"Could it be that we have all been fooled by Dumbledore? How could that Mudblood make a sacrifice of love? They should be waiting for me, using the deaths of those two people to destroy me. However, they didn't expect that I am immortal." The ugly baby sneered, and the pink and slightly dirty ugly baby trembled in the cradle.

Pettigrew was also trembling at the side. He didn't dare to speak because he felt that this topic was not safe. If it was as his master said, he was also an accomplice of Dumbledore. His master was emotionally unstable now, and maybe if he was unhappy, he would let Nani bite his neck off.

"Will there be that prophecy?" No matter how unstable the ugly baby was, he would not really let Nani bite off Pettigrew's neck. If Nani could walk outside, then he could actually do it. But now he didn't dare to let Nani out of his sight. He could clearly feel that he had lost contact with his soul fragment. He couldn't contact any of them!
So as soon as he came back, he asked Pettigrew to investigate. By then, Bella's family had turned to ashes. The Malfoys had been hiding in the United States for more than a year. The ring was also missing from the basement of their ancestral home; when they went to the Cave of the Inferi, they only found Regulus' locket.

This is what the ugly baby is most worried about now. He doesn't believe that Lucius still has the notebook. His cunning is the best among all the Death Eaters. It can be seen from the fact that he hid in the United States early in the morning that as long as he doesn't recover his physical body and defeat Dumbledore, he will definitely not come back to surrender to him. As for the notebook, he probably didn't know where he threw it to clear himself of suspicion. And it is obvious that before he recovers his physical body, he can't go anywhere, let alone go to the United States.

Pettigrew still didn't dare to speak. How could he know whether this was prophesied or not? He was actually an insignificant character in both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

"Wormtail!" The hoarse voice finally turned to Pettigrew.

"Yes, master. Although I don't know all of it, I heard that there is one. I have been in the Weasley family for twelve years, and sometimes when I heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talk about it, they mentioned that there is a prophecy ball in the Ministry of Magic. If it is not true, there should not be that." Pettigrew said tremblingly.

"You and Nani go and steal the prophecy ball back." The ugly baby closed his eyes, but it was a fleshy ball, and it was hard to tell whether it had facial features or not. Pettigrew was speechless, but he didn't dare to say no. He felt that this time Nani was sent with him just to monitor him. He felt that the master seemed to be able to see him through Nani's eyes. If he dared to escape, he would bite his neck off.

It was easy for a snake and a mouse to steal something from the Ministry of Magic. Originally, the management there was not particularly strict. The Ministry of Magic only knew that something was missing after the prophecy ball was reported in the newspapers. After checking, they found that what was lost was the prophecy about the July boy.

So there was another round of criticism in the newspapers, and the Ministry of Magic's reputation, which had just improved a little, was trampled underfoot again.

And Fudge naturally came to find Dumbledore, because he was the one who knew the contents of the prophecy best. He was a little puzzled, wondering who would be so bored as to steal the prophecy.

Dumbledore comforted Fudge and sent him away. Thinking about it, I went to the alchemy room and found "Little Petunia" who was engraving magic runes. There was only "Little Petunia" in this classroom, and the others should have gone outside to watch the Triwizard Tournament.

Ou Mengmeng had no interest in the Triwizard Tournament. She was repairing a magic silver locket, a bit like the one of Slyklin and Regulus, so it can be seen that this kind of locket is actually quite common. Ou Mengmeng thought that this locket could be used more. Before, it might have been used to hold a few gold galleons or a small souvenir of a loved one. Ou Mengmeng actually felt a little bit like complaining about the size of this locket. It was too big to be used as a decoration, but it was a bit small to be used as a carry-on bag. It couldn't even hold smelling salts, so she was studying these days whether to make an extension spell, divide it into reasonable areas, and put more things in it. As for the endurance of the neck, it seemed that she had to consider it. While fiddling with it, she found a shadow in front of her. She looked up and it was Dumbledore.

"Mr. Principal, what's up?" Ou Mengmeng was very polite, putting down the fountain pen that Fei had given her, and putting the manuscript paper back into her dragon leather bag. With this person here, I guess I can't work anymore.

"It's such nice weather, you should go out and breathe some fresh air." Dumbledore never learned to speak properly in many years.

"Is there something?" Ou Mengmeng was used to talking about things and was too lazy to waste time on others.

"Alas, Miss Foster, you are not only a student, but also a teenager. You should have some youthful spirit." Dumbledore retaliated against Ou Mengmeng with the same argument that she had used before.

"Okay, let's go!" Ou Mengmeng really couldn't refute, so she could only sigh. Just then, she packed her bag and put it on her back, and walked out of the main building with Dumbledore. The open space outside was thriving. It was a rare good day in spring. Although the temperature was still very low, it did not affect the children's play.

Of course, they found a viewing platform and pretended to watch the game, but the old man still put ear plugs around them so that people around them couldn't hear their conversation. (End of this chapter)