Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 183 Peter's Past ([-])
Voldemort sat at the end of the long table, with two big pale hands crossed on his chest. He looked sideways at Peter who was standing beside him, his scarlet snake eyes were full of vigilance.

"Peter, you mean that a Death Eater wrote to the Ministry of Magic to hand over the treasure I entrusted to him, don't you?" Voldemort's tone was cold, slow, full of questioning and playfulness.

"Yes, my lord, I got the news directly from the inside." Peter replied calmly.

"A lie cannot escape me. No Death Eater can betray me," said Voldemort meaningfully. ..."

Peter knelt on one knee and replied firmly, "I am willing to accept any punishment."

"You have no right to choose," Voldemort raised the volume, his voice high and cold, "you can't even choose a quick death. There is no one else here, and I might as well tell you that your intelligence points to my most loyal and most One of the most capable servants."

"Master, I don't know who this information will point to. I just truthfully bring you all the news I know."

"Listen, Wormtail," said Voldemort, standing up and taking a few steps in front of Peter, wand behind his back, "not long ago I handed over some valuable but useless possessions to Rodolphus Lester Lankey, I order him to securely place these things deep in the Lestrange family vault."

Peter pretended to be a little surprised, "Master! I really don't know who betrayed you. Although I was born in Gryffindor, I didn't get much trust in the Order of the Phoenix. They think I'm just a dog The rats."

Voldemort twisted a weird smile, "Then tell me, why did Rodolphs betray me? More than two months ago, he and Bella tortured Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom with their own hands. , can the Ministry of Magic release him if he surrenders to the Ministry of Magic?"

"No...Master, I don't know." Peter said with feigned trepidation, "There was a wax seal from the Lestrange family on that letter, and in the letter he mentioned... Sorry, Master, such words came from my mouth It is obviously inappropriate to speak out, and they are all insulting words that cannot be heard."

"You can repeat the letter to me," Voldemort patted Peter on the shoulder, "Get up."

Peter stood up from the floor and said carefully: "Lestrange has some... opinions on you, or rather, he has some inexplicable jealousy toward you."

Voldemort turned his head sideways, staring into Peter's eyes. Peter quickly activated Occlumency to block his scorching gaze from his will. Look away.

"I see, Wormtail, back off," he said.

Peter bowed and silently exited the room. When he passed through the barrier that could prevent those without the Dark Mark from entering and came outside Malfoy Manor, he flicked his wand to dry the cold sweat off his back.

Bellatrix's father's surname is Blake, and her combination with Rodolphus, who also comes from an old pure-blood family, is a logical combination.However, Bellatrix's worship of Voldemort has become increasingly fanatical, and the relationship between the two has gradually surpassed the level of master and servant...

It seems that not even the loyal Rodolphus could bear a disgrace more than any man in the world could bear.

Of course, there is another factor. Diagon Alley is under the control of the Ministry of Magic and the security is very high. Although Gringotts is neutral in the war, for Rodolphus who is already wanted, sneaking in for Voldemort's property Diagon Alley is likely to be a thankless task.

The Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic did not intend to forgive Rodolphus unconditionally. His crime of torturing the Longbottoms into madness was heinous, and the property he promised to bring had no real value.Therefore, he was used by the Ministry of Magic as an excellent bait to lure the Death Eaters who came to obliterate him into a trap.

In this upcoming battle, Peter would join the Death Eaters who had come to obliterate Rodolphus in order to ensure the Aurors' victory.If Rodolphus was lucky enough to survive the melee, the Ministry of Magic would probably appropriately deduct part of his sentence.

It was only a few days before the handover time agreed between Rodolphus Lestrange and the Ministry of Magic. On this day, Peter sat in a corner of a tavern, disguised as a commoner who came to get drunk, without a mask and black robe.

His task is to follow here, looking for those who spread unfavorable remarks against the Dark Lord, and those who dare to call the Dark Lord by name, and list them as the targets of the next attack. most frequently done.

At that time, what every ordinary person feared most was to find the Dark Mark floating on their house when they returned home in the evening, and this often happened when they called the mysterious person by his name or expressed disapproval of his theory After that, gradually, "Voldemort" became a forbidden word that made people lose face.

At night, the few guests in the tavern went back one after another, and no one dared to hang out at night. At this time, the door of the tavern opened, and a tall and slender Leonie walked in. She was also not wearing a Death Eater. robe, Peter smiled and waved at her.

"Mr. Peddy, are you watching here too?" She sat down opposite Peter and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, but to be honest, I don't have much enthusiasm for this boring job." He pushed a glass of wine in front of Leonie.

Her expression suddenly became serious, "We should devote ourselves to any work that can serve the master."

Peter frowned involuntarily. He looked at Leonie's face. Her appearance was still young and fair, but from her amazingly beautiful eyes, he saw a fierceness and cunning that he had never seen before. , reminiscent of the bloody eyes of a crow.

"Well, is it going well recently?" Peter quickly straightened his expression. It turned out that he was wrong, a big mistake. After all, she was just a death eater and a fanatical pure-blood.

"Fortunately," she took a sip of the red wine elegantly, "Mr. Dolohov is decisive, sometimes cruel, but we do this to help more wizards get rid of wrong ideas, and at the same time put pressure on the Ministry of Magic. "

"Great," Peter said, raising his eyebrows, "I thought you'd be uncomfortable."

"Well," she took another sip of her wine, "there was a really bad time, there was a strong Muggle young man, he had a lot of blood, and it was splashed everywhere... Anyway, my recent performance made Dolojo Mr. Fu is very satisfied, and Rodolfos and Abasta are also proud of me, and soon I will be able to independently perform tasks."

"Congratulations," Peter raised his glass to toast, "I wish you success in your career."

The two drank the red wine, and by this time Peter was already tired of this encounter.

(End of this chapter)