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Chapter 205 The Riddle Mansion
Little Hangleton, Riddle House.

Everything here is called the Riddle Mansion, naturally because the owner of the mansion is the Riddle Family.

It's just that this family died collectively half a century ago. The cause of death was strange, as if they were scared to death.

In the end, this case completely became an unsolved case. The police did not catch the murderer, so it was left alone.

At this time, in the Riddle Mansion, which had been abandoned for half a century, Peter was trembling, standing aside respectfully.

"Where's Nagini?" A sharp, strange-sounding voice sounded.

Peter was still the stammering voice.

"I, I don't know the owner, it should be looking for prey by itself."

"When I see it later, feed it some milk. We feed it before going to bed, so we can't make it hungry."

Peter asked tremblingly.

"I, how long are we going to stay here? Master."

"At least a week." The cold voice said, "At least until the end of the Quidditch World Cup, we can't do anything for the time being, and this place can be considered comfortable."

"Master, why do we have to wait until the end of the Quidditch World Cup?"

"During the World Cup, there were too many people here. Those Aurors must be vigilant, and no major disturbances should occur during the competition. It will make the British Ministry of Magic a laughing stock in the world."

The voice paused for a moment, and then he suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Oh, in fact, this might not be an opportunity."

Peter swallowed, he could tell he was nervous, but he had to say something.

"Lord, master, I can see that your ambition has not changed."

"Of course it hasn't changed, Wormtail." There was a threatening tone in that cold voice.

"But, but why do you have to choose me?" Peter shrugged his shoulders, his face pale and frightening, "I'm useless to be timid, and my strength is not outstanding."

The scene fell into silence for a while, Peter trembled, and hurriedly added with a flustered expression.

"I am still extremely loyal to you, Master, and I am willing to sacrifice my life, but I am afraid that I will be useless and ruin your plan."

"So you offered to find me a replacement? I suppose... perhaps this job of serving me has bored you, eh, Wormtail? Are you suggesting that you abandon your original plan because you just want to abandon me? ?”

"Master! I... I have no intention of leaving you, not at all—"

"Don't lie to me!" the voice hissed. "I know everything, Wormtail! You've been regretting coming back to me. I disgust you. I can see you cringe at the sight of me, I feel you tremble when you touch me"

"That's not it! I'm loyal to my master—"

"What loyalty, you're just a coward. If you had anywhere else to go, you'd never come here. And me, I need you to feed me every few hours, how can I live without you Go down? Who will nurse Nagini?"

"But you look much stronger, my lord—"

"Ah, yes, a strong wizard who needs to be fed even to eat, don't you think so, Wormtail."

"I hate it when people lie to me, but you are necessary." The cold voice said softly, "You are the first servant to find me, although you are not so smart and not so loyal, but what you have The meaning of representation is very important. It is my best choice, just like the other best choice is Harry Potter."

Peter's face was extremely pale, which was extremely abnormal, unlike the paleness that could be revealed by fear or nervousness.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to continue to say something, but because he was afraid of another thing, he closed his mouth again, and he didn't have the courage to say anything.

At the same time, Harry suddenly sat up from the bed at Privet Luthers' home in Little Whinging District, more than 200 kilometers away.

He was panting violently, covering the hot scar on his forehead with his hand, unconsciously recalling the dream he had just had in his mind.

At this time, a transparent figure floated out, looking at him worriedly.

"Is that scar burning again?" Lily asked.

Harry looked at his mother who was by his side, and the tension and inexplicable fear in his heart subsided a lot.

"I had a strange dream, Mom."

Lily sat gently in front of his bed, stretched out her transparent hand, obviously couldn't touch Harry, but still gently stroked his hair.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Staring straight at the ceiling, Harry spoke.

"I dreamed that in an old house, Peter was kneeling in front of that person, and they seemed to be planning something."

Lily's hands trembled visibly.

"that person?"

Harry said the name that was taboo in the wizarding world.

"Voldemort, I didn't see him, but I recognized his voice."

Lily's eyes became serious.

She knew better than Harry that this was no accident.

"It's very different Harry, you can't keep it a secret, you have to tell it to someone you trust, like Dumbledore."

But Harry shook his head.

"I don't know where Professor Dumbledore is now, Mum, and how do I write him a letter saying that the scar on my forehead is healed?"

"Where is that Professor Forrest? The magic on your forehead was researched by him. He must know something."

Lily's words woke Harry up, and he sat up excitedly from the bed.

"Yes, there is also Professor Forrest. He lives on Magnolia Road not far from me. He has been on vacation for almost a month, and I haven't visited him yet!"

Having Lily by Harry's side can not only give him companionship as a mother, but also give him some adult reminders on certain things.

Harry lay down again on the bed, but he couldn't sleep anymore, and stayed up like this until dawn.

Lily didn't come out to accompany him all the time. Harry remembered Sherlock's advice to keep Lily outside for an hour at most every day.

Early in the morning, when Aunt Petunia was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, and Dudley was clutching his stomach and beating on the bathroom door, growling in pain to tell Uncle Vernon to hurry up, Harry sneaked out of the Dursleys' house.

The air was fine in the morning, and he trotted to say hello to Mrs. Figg who was out for a walk.

The old lady was a neighbor of the Dursleys, and the only one willing to help take care of Harry when they were away.

Seeing Harry running away, Mrs. Figg narrowed her eyes, turned around and muttered to herself.

"Looking for him? Then there should be no need for me to follow."

(End of this chapter)