The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Barty and Peter's expressions became extremely serious.

Bertha Jorkins realized something, her hand touched her waist, but the speed of the two people on the opposite side was faster than her. As soon as Jorkins moved his arm, it was held down, and then something hard pressed against her waist.

"Calm down, Bertha, let's go out and talk." Barty's expression was very cold, but it was this expression that made Jorkins shudder.

"Don't try to do anything small," Peter also responded, standing up from the edge of the bar, walking behind Jorkins, and putting his hands on her shoulders, "We have two, you are only one... Trust me , we have a lot to explain to you."

The bartender noticed the anomaly and was about to intervene - this was not because of his high morals, but because this bar was the venue for their gang, he had an obligation to maintain order. But Peter quickly took out his wand and pointed at him:

"Confusion!"

The bartender's expression became confused, and Peter and Barty were allowed to take Jorkins out of the bar.

Outside the bar is a quiet street with no pedestrians on the road. Peter and Barty easily confiscated Jorkins' wand and took her to an abandoned bunker.

"So Jorkins, what are you doing here?" Barty asked the question he was most concerned about. He really didn't understand why he met such an acquaintance from England in this small and remote country in the Balkans.

Of course Peter knew Bertha Jorkins. She was two years higher than them at Hogwarts, so she could be considered her senior sister. In the British wizarding world, as long as you graduated from Hogwarts, you can get on with most of the Ministry of Magic employees. This is his senior, the one who served as a prefect when he was in school, everyone can be acquaintances.

"I'm just here for my own vacation..." Jorkins replied tremblingly, her intuition told her that her situation didn't seem to be very good.

Peter knew very well the disposition of this senior, so he was in trouble. Bertha was a gossipy and socially awkward person, notoriously clueless, and had a bad relationship with her classmates. After graduation she worked at the Ministry of Magic. Was driven from department to department and ended up staying at the Department of Magical Sports. If we let her go back like this, it is estimated that after half a month, the entire British magic circle will know that Peter and Barty have appeared in Albania.

Then think of the legend of Voldemort hiding in Albania... Hey, the next thing is the endless encirclement and suppression of the Aurors.

Jorkins is flustered now, but soon the rashness of her character surfaced.

There is no doubt that Bertha Jorkins is a reckless person. Many times she is reckless like a honey badger.

In the original world line, after she broke old Barty Crouch's biggest secret at Crouch's house, what she chose was not to play dumb and fool things, but to choose to meet old Barty on the spot. Crouch confrontation.

This is simply the worst of the worst!

That's Crouch's home court, not to mention the difference in combat power between her and Crouch herself, the house elf Sparkle alone is enough to subdue Jorkins. It's hard to understand how she thought to make such a decision.

Now, in the face of two adult wizards, and his wand was confiscated, Jorkins was full of blood and unexpectedly brave.

"I would like to ask, how did you two appear here?" A few blue veins opened on her face.

Peter and Barty looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"So you're really here on vacation?" Peter was still in disbelief, what place is Albania? The legendary hideout of the Dark Lord, how did you think of coming here for vacation?

Going to Antarctica is more reliable than vacationing in Albania!

How about skiing in Switzerland, visiting temples in Greece, and having fun in the jungles of Albania?

There is also a reason why Jorkins chose Albania as a vacation destination - of course not to find the whereabouts of Voldemort, she is not that great, but she feels that Albania has something in common with herself: loneliness.

The country of Albania seems to be abandoned by the whole world. The Eastern European camp led by the Soviet Union hates it. The European and American countries on the other side of the Iron Curtain do not accept it. Even the hand of friendship extended by the country on the other side of the Eurasian continent, It also cut itself off. There are more than 200 countries and regions on the earth, and Albania actually fell out with them. It is a real hatred of people.

Bertha Jorkins was similar, she had no friends since she was a student, and she grew up to join the Ministry of Magic and was kicked from department to department like a ball. After learning about the situation in Albania by chance, Bertha Jorkins had a wonderful resonance with this mysterious country.

This country is exactly like my situation. So she came here on vacation. A lonely person, going to a lonely country for a lonely vacation - lonely because no one thought to come to her after she disappeared.

After communicating with Jorkins for a while, Peter and Barty truly believed that she was here for a vacation.

After a deadly silence, Barty put his wand on Jorkins' forehead.

"Wait, little Barty--" Jorkins came back to his senses, remembering that she was the one who was captured, she instinctively wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late.

"Everything is forgotten!"

Barty gave her an oblivion spell.

Jorkins' expression became confused.

"Let's go!" Batty pulled Peter's sleeve, and the two quickly disappeared into the night.

A moment after the two of them left, Jorkins' expression gradually returned to normal.

"Where am I? I remember going on vacation to Greece?" She looked at her surroundings dumbfounded, then snapped her fingers and disappeared from here.

The Ministry of Magic never saw Jorkins again for the next few months. Her colleagues didn't take it to heart at first—their jobs went a lot better without Jorkins. But her absence from work was so long that even Bagman, the always carefree director, couldn't bear it. He sent people to look for it, and finally found Jorkins who was on vacation on the beach in Greece.

She thought she was on vacation!

Jorkins became famous so far, and left his own stroke in the history of the Ministry of Magic, a very lucky stroke.

After sending Jorkins, Peter and Barty went straight into the dense jungle behind the town.

This drill is three days. The hardships involved are only understood by the two of them.

The densely packed trees completely cover the dark sky. There is no sunlight and no sunlight here all the year round, just like this country is isolated from the world. Perhaps only after the leaves have fallen, there will be a few rays of sunlight on the ground. Sadly, it's July.

After three days of arduous trek, the two have penetrated deep into the jungle. The deeper they went, the more they believed that Voldemort was hiding in this jungle.

creak! There was a sound of bones breaking under Peter's feet, which made Peter stop. He bent over and picked up a cracked skull from the ground.

"Snake skull." Barty emerged from behind him, panting.

"There are more and more animal remains... and it's too quiet here... Barty, I think we're getting there, cheer up."

The two took a few dozen steps forward, the surrounding trees became sparser, and a collapsed stone house appeared in their field of vision.

The stone house has completely collapsed, and the stones are covered with moss and vines. Not far from the stone house, there is an old tree that seems to be dying, with a deep tree hole in the trunk.

The change in tree density caught the attention of the two, but before they could say anything, there was a rustling sound behind them.

Something seemed to slide over the dead leaves.

The two looked back and saw a giant snake at least twelve feet long had appeared behind them, as if it was about to attack them in the next second.

At this moment, there was a sound of hissing and snoring from the ruins of the stone house. The giant snake stopped suddenly and coiled up in front of them.

"I feel compelled to introduce my new friend Nagini to you." A sharp voice sounded from the source of the purring just now. This voice was as cold as the wind, making Peter and Barty unable to help themselves. shivered.

Soon, they saw the source of the sound. A snake with white stripes on a black background swam out of the collapsed stone house.

"Wormtail...and Barty...it's been a long time..." The snake didn't stop until it crawled in front of the two of them. It is amazing that this snake can speak human words.

Facing this snake, Batty and Peter's bodies trembled involuntarily. Peter stammered and said, "I didn't expect the master to be here, and I didn't expect the master to recognize me after so many years..."

This snake is Voldemort's "host". After becoming a remnant, he can choose to possess life, and snakes have always been his first choice for possession.

Voldemort had a distinctly disdainful look on his face: "I've smelled that rat stench on you from miles away."

After he finished speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to Peter, and turned to look at Batty.

"Familiar faces," he said softly, "I had a brief freedom to go back to that place...Hogwarts, where I spent a school year...great time, where it seemed frozen. It's been the same in time, nothing has changed, it's still the same - rancid."

While evaluating Hogwarts, Voldemort paused, as if to catch his breath.

"Hogwarts is getting more and more rigid and rotten in the hands of that old stubborn. The little wizards there, the generation is not as good as the generation, even the fool I possessed can be a professor, huh!" It was obvious that Voldemort was right. Dumbledore's Hogwarts was full of disdain and disgust.

"During that time, I have received several news about my loyal servants - Batty, I know it was sad when you died in Azkaban. You were among the Death Eaters. Rare mind, I once thought your death was my greatest regret—" His voice suddenly became high and grim, "so now you can tell me how you got out of Azkaban Did you escape?"

Barty shuddered, then began to retell the story old Barty Crouch had told Dumbledore. Voldemort sat quietly in front of them, listening to Barty's narration.

"Great mother's love." After listening, Voldemort said in an emotionless voice, "Controlling his son with the Imperius Curse for more than ten years, only old Crouch can do it."

Both Peter and Barty hung their heads and said nothing.

"Do you have anything else to say, Barty?"

"My loyalty to you has not changed to this day." Barty lowered his head and said in a low voice.

The snake possessed by Voldemort nodded and said to Barty: "You can break free from the Imperius Curse, which naturally proves your loyalty."

Then he looked at Peter again and asked Peter to recount his experience.

"So Barty raided the convoy that was escorting you and rescued you?" In Peter's words, he chose to remain anonymous after Voldemort lost power~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and waited for the opportunity. But he was still seen through his identity, which attracted Sirius' pursuit. He was eventually captured by a little wizard and sent to the Ministry of Magic.

Barty, who saw the news in the newspaper, made a serious plan and finally managed to rescue Peter.

The two hid for a while, then waited for the limelight to pass before sneaking into Albania to look for Voldemort.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then finally managed to squeeze out a word: "Very good."

"You are already my most loyal servants. Every day and night I lurked in this jungle, I waited for the arrival of my Death Eaters, but they all disappointed me. I also think too much... The most loyal people have entered Azkaban, and the rest are all greedy for life and fear of death, they can't wait to draw a line with the evil Dark Lord, how can they come to me?"

Both of them lowered their heads and muttered softly, "I'm loyal to my master—"

"Barty, of course you're loyal to me, but Wormtail, don't say you're loyal, you're just timid. If you had anywhere else to go, you would never come to me... "

Peter twitched, as if trying to defend himself, but didn't know what to say.

"Of course, the timid Wormtail is countless times stronger than those traitors!" Voldemort's tone was full of hatred when he mentioned the remaining Death Eaters. He knows that some of his subordinates have become the guests of the Minister of Magic, some have successfully cleaned themselves up and started a new life, and what's more, they have even become the headmaster of the magic school! These people, without exception, are all traitors!

After venting his anger, Voldemort looked at the two and said to them, "I have a task for you to complete."

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