aircannonsinc Chapter 188 The Dark Lord’s Wrath
Chapter 188 The Dark Lord’s Wrath
Tom didn't think twice about how Peter would remedy his mission; he would always know when the time came.
He originally wanted to sneak his consciousness into the time nodes on the knowledge robe while the Dark Lord was studying the golden cup in the basement, but even if he felt that he could push open some doors, he had a chill on his head before he pushed it open. A premonition of danger seemed to be whispering in his ears: It's not yet time...
What could it be? Could it be that the indescribable thing he encountered when traveling through time has been lurking in the long river of time, waiting for him?
Tom couldn't guess.
Another reward from the indiscriminate eating in Gringotts is that Fox, who was originally so weak that he shrunk into a Q-version tattoo, finally returned to a normal phoenix... tattoo. Yes, Fox was still attached to him. Tom had searched all over the knowledge robe and could not find such a way for the Phoenix to exist. Fortunately, Fox is an ideal roommate. He can disguise himself as a real tattoo almost all the time. However, when Tom is eating, he will try to move his dark eyes around, showing that he wants to taste it. ——It’s a pity that it can’t eat anything like this.
After Christmas, Tom found a newly delivered newspaper on the table. It contained a lengthy report on the grand Christmas ball at Hogwarts, with a picture of the four warriors dancing on the dance floor with their respective partners in their arms. In the photos from the event, Tom saw Harry tightening his face, stepping on the feet of his beautiful and exotic dance partner, and then jumping up in embarrassment, apologizing to his partner again and again; a man with a hooked nose and a A young man with two thick, black eyebrows was holding a beautiful girl in a blue dress. Tom looked carefully and recognized that it was Hermione. Hermione styled her hair, put on makeup, and seemed to have cast some beauty magic. Her whole body was sparkling, and she smiled reservedly at the dance partner in front of her. Tom didn't recognize the other two groups and passed them by without interest.
In the background, Dumbledore is holding a wine glass and smiling at the guest of honor seat. Several unknown guys are sitting next to him. Among them is a woman wearing a lavender dress who is actually taller than Dumbledore. Next to the lady is a red-haired Weasley...huh? How could it be Percy? Even if Percy entered the Ministry of Magic, he wouldn't be able to climb so fast and sit in the fifth position here, right? Even if the newspaper said that he attended on behalf of Crouch, the director of the Department of International Cooperation, it would be strange. After all, he had just joined the company and had little qualifications. How could he be chosen as an agent?
However, the Dark Lord was not surprised at all when a young Weasley appeared in the photo sitting at the guest of honor. He also gave Peter a rare compliment and said that he "did a good job", for which Peter forced an ugly smile. .
Tom looked at the Dark Lord and then at Peter. He guessed that this was related to Peter's mission, but he finally resisted the temptation to ask and continued to read the Daily Prophet in silence.
There is a new column in the newspaper that offers prizes for contestants to guess what their next project will be. Readers who guess correctly will receive next year's Daily Prophet for free.
"...The clue is in the golden egg?" Tom turned over and over again but didn't see any more clues. He laughed angrily, "Only warriors have golden eggs. If they don't disclose the clue, doesn't it mean they are leaving others blind?" Guess?"
"Just wait and see," the Dark Lord knocked on the table, "eat."
But before they could receive the newspaper about the second project, the Dark Lord received new information. That was the first time that Tom saw the Dark Lord in a rage - his snake-like face twisted like some kind of ferocious monster, and the whole room trembled under the pressure of his rage. The voice scolded Peter: "Wormtail," his tone was calm to the point of being cold, "it seems you made a mistake."
Nagini stretched out her tail in the corner, hooked Tom's ankle, and pulled gently, signaling him to come over quickly. So Tom tried his best to restrain his presence and quietly slipped to Nagini's side.
Wormtail understood the Dark Lord's anger far better than he did. Even if he didn't understand the specific situation, he fell directly at his feet, sobbed and began to apologize: "Master! I'm very sorry... really... I'm very sorry... …”
"Of course you should feel sorry." The Dark Lord said slowly, "A bad mistake... very, very bad. Who swore to me some time ago that you would ensure that he would remain stable and healthy? "
Wormtail's face was so white that it was almost transparent.
"I don't know...Master...what happened?"
"What happened?" The Dark Lord laughed horribly and waved the note in his hand, "Someone who shouldn't have appeared in Hogwarts! Didn't I warn you that I would never allow you to see any mistakes? ?!”
"I'm sorry...Master...forgive me..." Wormtail trembled and tried to kiss the Dark Lord's feet.
But the Dark Lord kicked him away.
"I think as the master, maybe I have the obligation to teach you... so that you know that you will be punished if you make a mistake."
"No... don't! Master... please..." Wormtail cried bitterly, kicking his feet on the carpet and trying to retreat.
But the Dark Lord had already aimed at him unhurriedly: "Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"
Wormtail screamed in agony, as if every fiber of his being was on fire. And amid such screams, the Dark Lord's expression finally softened.
Then he fired another Cruciatus Curse. At this moment, Wormtail was like a fish out of water, bouncing on the carpet, rolling its eyes, twisting its muscles and opening its mouth wide, but it couldn't make a sound.
The magical pressure that shrouded the entire room slowly calmed down. The Dark Lord admired Wormtail's miserable state with great interest. He even turned to Tom and smiled: "Want to give it a try?"
"no thank you."
The Dark Lord's eyes lit up red again: "Are you sympathizing with him?"
Tom deliberately raised his eyes without looking at Wormtail, who was already incontinent on the ground, and said in a bored tone: "It's so dirty." He opened his eyes wide and added alertly: "I don't clean. !”
The red light in the Dark Lord's eyes faded.
"That's right." He raised his hand, and Wormtail let out a gasp of someone who had been suffocated for a long time and finally breathed in fresh air. "Clean the floor, Wormtail." The Dark Lord said lazily, "The next step is to It depends on your luck. You'd better pray that little Barty can help you clean up your head and tail smoothly, otherwise..." He showed a sinister smile, "Nagini hasn't eaten anyone for a long time." 7K妏婩
Nagini hissed, and both the Dark Lord and Tom pretended not to understand Nagini's protests.
Little Barty? Tom excused himself to the bad air and sneaked upstairs, searching for the name in the soul tablets. Found it, Barty Crouch Jr.... Soul Piece didn't have a deep impression of that boy. He only remembered that he had straw-colored hair and always looked at the Dark Lord with a boy's superficial and blind admiration. The only thing worth mentioning was that he had straw-colored hair. One thing to mention is that he is the only son of Barty Crouch. At that time, Crouch Sr. was only one step away from the position of Minister of Magic. Considering his possible influence on his father, he delegated some tasks to the boy out of the ordinary, but... his talent was mediocre and disappointing.
Crouch. He had seen this name before in the Daily Prophet. The head of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic and one of the organizers of the Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament is currently ill at home and was represented by Percy Weasley.
Crouch's illness... was caused by the Dark Lord? He said that someone who shouldn't have appeared in Hogwarts meant... Crouch broke away from his control and escaped to Hogwarts?