My Hogwarts Day

Lincolnshire, Little Hangleton Village, Riddle House

The gardener Frank saw that the lights were on on the second floor of the Riddle Mansion, so he quickly took out the key and limped out of the gate with his sick leg. He didn't go in directly, but went around the house first, Finding that there was no sign of forced entry, old Frank walked around to the back door, carefully took out the key, opened the door silently, and then tried to lighten his steps. Fortunately, the steps were covered with thick thick dust. The dust absorbed the sound of Frank's footsteps and the sound of his crutch hitting the floor.

Just when Frank came to the corner of the stairs, he clearly saw the room facing the stairs. Although the door of that room was closed, there was a faint light coming from the crack in the door. Frank stopped immediately and carefully turned his body to the side. He came over, leaned against the wall and slowly moved up. Just a few steps away from the door, he stopped and looked inside through the crack of the door.

Frank saw through the crack of the door that the ray of light came from the flames in the fireplace, and the raised fireplace surprised Frank. Does the thief still plan to stay here permanently?

Frank pricked up his ears, listening carefully to any noises in the room, when a shrill and timid voice came into his ears.

"Master, would you like to drink some more, there is still some in the bottle."

"No need." Another sharper voice sounded, and this voice was sharp and strange, even if you squeezed your throat on purpose, you might not be able to say it, "Wormtail, move the stool to the stove, don't worry about these things." Let me remind you again."

"Yes, yes, master."

That Wormtail quickly agreed, then put down the glass bottle in his hand, came to the back of the stool, and pushed the stool vigorously, and at this time Frank outside the door also saw the figure of the man in 20, he was small, He was wearing a strange black robe, covering his whole body, leaving only the back of his head bald.

That's right, these two are Voldemort and Peter Wormtail.

"Where did Nagia go?" Voldemort asked coldly.

"I don't know, master, maybe it went around." Peter said nervously.

"Wait, you are going out to find some poisonous snakes and feed them to Nagia. Recently, its venom has been a little less. In the early morning, you are feeding me some.

Peter frowned and agreed, then he asked hesitantly.

"Master, can I ask how long we need to stay here?"

"A week, or a little longer. Fortunately, this place is relatively comfortable." Voldemort paused, as if after some thought, he continued.

"That plan can't be implemented yet. After all, the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon. Don't worry. After the World Cup, it can be carried out gradually."

Voldemort's words didn't seem to be speaking to Peter, after all he didn't have such good patience, but more like comforting himself.

"The World Cup? Master, I don't quite understand. Why can't we start now and wait until after the World Cup? Do you want to go to the World Cup, Master?"

"Damn idiot, I'm going to watch the World Cup. Do you have any brains? Now wizards from all over the world are rushing here. Those guys from the Ministry of Magic who usually like to sit in the office have come out now. Their security level must be They are very high, they are afraid of being disturbed by someone, and they are also afraid of being discovered by Muggles, any action now is courting death."

Frank outside the door was completely dumbfounded. He heard the words 'Ministry of Magic', 'wizard' and 'Muggles' exactly.

Could it be that there are two psychopaths inside? Frank can't help but guess, no, no, psychopaths will not come here, and they obviously have a clear mind.

Then they must be criminals. These incomprehensible words should be their code words. I have to say that Frank, who has been on the battlefield, can still associate them very well.

He unconsciously leaned his body slowly to the door, then pressed one ear tightly against the door and continued to listen.

"Master, can I ask a question." Peter said hesitantly to Voldemort.

"Ask, I'll answer you while I'm in a good mood now."

Peter thought about it, and then his words poured out of his mouth like a swift river, as if he was forcing himself to finish before losing his nerve.

"Couldn't it have been done without Harry Potter, of course, master, I'm not saying this because I care about the boy!" Peter said, his voice suddenly rising, becoming more piercing.

"I'm not concerned about the boy, I'm just thinking that if we use other wizards, wizards of whatever kind, things can be sorted out quickly! If you'll let me go out for a little while, you know in disguise I still have some insights, it doesn’t take too long, I can come back here in just two days, and of course I will bring back a suitable candidate.”

"This is really a good idea, let me use other wizards." Voldemort said grimly.

"Master, do you think the same? That's great. You know, Harry Potter is under such protection that it's very difficult for us to have the opportunity to get in touch with him." Peter said with a sigh of relief.

"Is this what you think? Wormtail, find me an imported item?" Voldemort said softly, but the next words made Peter's face pale instantly.

"I wonder if you're tired of me and don't want to take care of me anymore, eh, Wormtail? So you're suggesting you go out and find a wizard, but you're just trying to get rid of me."

"Master! I never dared to think like this. Taking care of you is the greatest honor in my life." Peter was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"You can't fool me, Wormtail," Voldemort said sharply.

"I know everything, Wormtail! I knew it when I was in your head, and you've been regretting coming back to me. I'm not as powerful as you think, you're sick of it, you want to run away up.

"That's not the case! I am loyal to my master, and the world can learn from it."

"What loyalty, you just have nowhere to go. You were recognized at Hogwarts and had to run away, but where can you go in this wizarding world? So you came to me, but here Life bores you, every few hours you have to feed me, and for Najja, so you have to run away, to come up with the idea, you know, as soon as you leave for a day or two, I'm out of it. "

"How is it possible, master, and you are pretending too much now than when you first started. Even if I leave for two days, you will have nothing to do."

"Hmph, don't lie, Wormtail. I've never gotten stronger in this body now."

After Voldemort paused for a while, his voice became softer.

"I must use Harry Potter. I have my own reasons. I told you on the way here that I will not use anyone else. Not even Dumbledore. Besides, I have lived like this for thirteen years It's still a few months away. As for the strict protection you said about Harry Potter, Wormtail, you have to trust my plan, just like my king's landing in the wizarding world more than twenty years ago. Now, Wormtail, you It takes some courage, by the way, aren't you from Gryffindor, Gryffindor should have the least lack of courage, unless, you are willing to make your master, the great Voldemort, angry."

"No no no, of course not, master, everything will be as you wish." Peter had no intention of angering Voldemort at all, even though he was weak now.

"Master, can I ask a question?"

"For the sake of taking care of me, I allow you to ask one last question, remember it's the last one." At this time Voldemort was already a little weak.

"Master, that Bertha Jorkins is a member of the Ministry of Magic. If she doesn't show up for a long time, it will definitely attract their attention. How can we continue? And I need to take care of the master, and I can't stay for a long time Leave the master, what to do with the rest."

"Wormtail, it's hard for your stupid head to think so much." Voldemort continued after a moment of relief.

"That Bertha Jorkins won't be noticed even if she doesn't show up for a few years. She is a dispensable existence in the Ministry of Magic. Don't worry about that. As for the next thing, you don't need to do it , and soon a faithful servant will join us.

"I am a faithful servant." Peter retorted immediately.

"Wormtail, what I need is a person with a brain who can do things, someone who is absolutely loyal to me, and who will not hesitate because of a little thing. Unfortunately, you do not meet these two conditions. Don't talk .

Frank got closer to the crack of the door when a hiss sounded from behind him. He hastily turned around to take a look, and was immediately stunned by a giant snake that appeared in front of his eyes.

Just when he was at a loss, the snake miraculously bypassed him, opened the crack of the door and crawled in.

Just as Frank was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the conversation in the room started again.

"Wormtail, Nagia has some very interesting news for me."

"Ah? What news?"

"Nagia told me that there is an old Muggle standing outside the room, obviously he has heard all our conversations, you said if he reports you, what will happen?

The door was opened all of a sudden, and Frank appeared in front of the two of them in a daze.

"Bring him in, Wormtail, and you must be polite. You see he is so old that he would like to sit down."

Under Peter's gaze, Frank limped into the room.

"Oh, it's you. I still remember you. It was almost fifty years ago. I seemed to have seen you when I came here. You were still very young at that time. It's pitiful to see how you look now."

Fifty years ago? Frank immediately thought of that terrible night when all three members of the Riddle family died. At that time, he saw a strange boy. A strange boy?

"Is that you? Did you kill the Riddles?"

"It seems that you also remembered, it is indeed me."

Hearing Voldemort's words, Frank felt relieved. The purpose of his stay at the Riddle Mansion was to prove that he did not kill anyone, and to find the murderer. Now that the murderer had appeared, Frank didn't care even if he was doomed.

"I don't have anything to be pitiful about. It's just that I'm old. You are really pitiful. Look at what you have become."

Then Frank saw that the little monster sitting on the stool across from him suddenly raised a stick, and then muttered something, but he couldn't hear what he said, and then a green light flashed, and Frank opened his eyes He fell to the ground, just like the Riddle family fifty years ago.

And two hundred miles away, Harry Potter, who lived at number 4 Privet Drive, sat up abruptly from his bed. .