Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

As Aurors, they are often the best and most powerful wizards in the magic world.

When the dark clouds in the sky become thicker and the thunder becomes more dazzling, they prepare in advance.

Although the probability of being struck by lightning is very small, it is not impossible.

Crack!

Lightning streaked across the sky and landed accurately on the top of the carriage. The silver-white protective shield flashed and disappeared. The power of the two collided with each other and finally melted away completely.

For the sake of caution, the Auror driving the Night Thessalon hurriedly controlled the flight altitude to lower it, just like running on the water.

But this inevitably reduced the speed.

It was exactly what the instigator wanted.

The figure of the black-robed hooded man twisted and disappeared from the spot, and then appeared on the roof of the carriage.

Boom!

Parker in the carriage clearly heard a "bang" sound from above his head, his face changed, and he immediately shouted:

"Marat! Michelle! Enemy attack! Above the carriage!"

Just as the two Aurors outside were about to raise their heads, the reins in their hands suddenly turned into poisonous snakes as thick as their arms, biting down fiercely on their necks.

"Shattered into pieces!"

The carriage cover instantly broke into countless pieces, and the hooded man fell from the sky. Parker reacted quickly and raised his hand to cast several silent spells, but the spells he fired were easily resolved.

The enemy's actions were very sharp, kicking Parker in the chest, and then taking away his wand.

The hooded man said in a hoarse voice: "Be quiet, Auror, you are lucky, I don't want to kill anyone today."

After that, he threw a stun spell, knocked Parker unconscious, then picked up Peter Pettigrew, and disappeared in the carriage.

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The hooded man appeared again on an isolated island dozens of miles away.

Peter Pettigrew still had a ball gag in his mouth and could only whimper, his two wretched little eyes staring at the hooded man in horror.

Being rescued from the Aurors and not having to go to Azkaban, Peter Pettigrew's first reaction was not happiness...

but fear!

Could this man be Snape!

He couldn't imagine that in this world, apart from Snape who wanted to torture him, who else would take such a big risk to rescue him.

If it was Snape, he would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Send me back quickly!

Peter Pettigrew screamed frantically in his heart.

But when the hooded man took off his hat and revealed his face, he was stunned again...

Who is this man?

Why would a young man of 17 or 18 years old, not of the same generation as him, come to save him?

Did he use Polyjuice Potion to hide his true identity?

The hooded man did not intend to explain, but studied the collar and gag on Peter Pettigrew's neck. After a while, he found a way to crack them and destroyed the two props.

By the way, he also removed all the shackles on his body.

"Thank you, sir." Peter Pettigrew said respectfully after regaining his mobility.

"Do you know who I am?" asked the mysterious young man.

Peter Pettigrew was also very smart, "You are my benefactor and someone who needs my strength."

"That's not wrong." The mysterious young man nodded without comment: "But I still have to introduce myself first... My name is Tom Riddle."

"Maybe you are not familiar with this name, but you must know my other name."

Tom grabbed Peter Pettigrew's left arm, tore off his sleeve, and tapped the Dark Mark with his wand.

Instantly, Peter Pettigrew's face changed drastically, his left arm was burning hot, and the Dark Mark seemed to come alive, with a python constantly shuttling in the skull.

"Master!"

His feet softened, and he knelt directly on the ground, kissing Tom's shoes frantically.

"That's great. You're resurrected, my master. I believe you will come back and lead us lost lambs..."

At this moment, Peter Pettigrew acted like the most loyal servant, tears streaming down his face. He seemed to be really overjoyed at the return of the Dark Lord.

"Get up, Peter." Tom moved his feet in disgust. "I am him, but I am not him."

A force dragged Peter Pettigrew up.

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Don't call me Master. Voldemort is Tom Riddle, but Tom Riddle is not Voldemort."

Tom smiled gently, which made Peter Pettigrew feel familiar.

"You can understand it as... I am his past self, resurrected through some means, and the master you know is still a wandering soul, floating in a dark corner, associating with the wild."

"Maybe one day he will be resurrected, or... he will never come back."

Peter was confused by this complicated relationship, and he asked cautiously: "Then how should I call you?"

"Davarish, or comrade."

Peter was dumbfounded, how could he call the Dark Lord comrade?

"Peter... I understand you very well." Tom patted Peter on the shoulder and showed sympathy.

"People accuse you of betraying your friends and becoming a lackey of the Dark Lord, but who knows, you are just an ordinary little person, how much choice can you have?"

"You just want to live, but what's wrong with that?"

After listening, Peter's body trembled slightly, and his eyes became red uncontrollably.

This is the first person who speaks for him from his perspective after his actions were exposed.

Even if he has his own purpose, what he said is really what he thinks in his heart!

"Lord Riddle..."

Tom interrupted him unhappily: "I said, call meComrade! If you really don't want to, you can call me Tom or Riddle."

"Yes, Mr. Riddle."

Peter changed his words obediently.

Tom smiled with satisfaction, and then continued: "In fact, I think you and Potter, Black and others are not real friends at all!"

He waved his arms angrily: "They are all the eldest sons of pure-blood families, with abundant resources and lofty reputations. They are born high and mighty, and you and those ordinary wizards in their eyes, your existence is just to set off their extraordinaryness!"

"Your status has never been equal, Peter, have you ever thought that even without the Dark Lord, everything goes on normally, your children will still be Harry Potter's followers like you."

"And they never reflect on it, think there is anything wrong with it, they just think everything should be like this. ”

Peter has been completely brought into the picture described by Tomso, breathing heavily, his eyes flashing fiercely.

"Follow me to do something big, Peter."

Tom clasped his shoulders tightly, and the two looked at each other: "The Dark Lord has taken the wrong path. He only has pure-blood wizards in his eyes, but I am different..."

"In my eyes, all wizards should be equal, and should not be judged by blood, nor should they be divided by wealth."

"I will correct this wrong world, eliminate all unfair treatment, and create a truly harmonious wizarding world."

"Are you... willing to help me? "

Tom stretched out his hand, and Peter's eyes widened...

To be honest, every word of these words touched his heart, and he deeply agreed, but you have to distinguish who is talking about it.

In his heart, the man in front of him is still the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord said that everyone is equal?

He didn't believe it even if he was under the Imperius Curse!

But reason is reason, reality is reality, in this situation, is there any room for him to refuse?

After thinking it through, Peter showed an excited expression and held Tom's hands tightly.

"Comrade Riddle! I do!"

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A few hours later, three teams of Aurors and Fudge arrived on the isolated island closest to the attack site.

"What's going on! "

Fudge's face was livid, staring at the three injured Aurors, the fat on his chin trembling, his saliva spraying everywhere with anger:

"Who rescued Peter Pettigrew?"

"Minister, the other party's face was covered by magic, I couldn't see clearly." Parker lowered his head, he was the only one who had direct contact with the attacker.

"Three against one, and a prisoner was rescued! What kind of Aurors are you with this level! Go back and guard the gate of Diagon Alley for me!"

Fudge gritted his teeth and dismissed the three Aurors, and then asked Kingsley and other Aurors to cast magic to check what happened here.

But it was just like himAs they said, the attacker's face could not be seen clearly.

"Who could it be..." Fudge frowned.

"Minister, it must be the Death Eaters." Kingsley whispered.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Fudge shook his head like a rattle, "How could there be Death Eaters in the wizarding world? They are all imprisoned in Azkaban, and our society is extremely safe."

"Besides, the attacker did not wear the standard silver mask of the Death Eaters on his head. What right do you have to slander him!"

Kingsley opened his mouth wide.

No, you are defending the criminal here?

Fudge also realized his slip of the tongue and quickly corrected: "I mean, your guess is wrong. The attacker must have other purposes and cannot be a Death Eater."

"Okay, what should we do now?" Kingsley could only helplessly follow Fudge's words.

Looking at the damaged carriage, Fudge's brain was spinning rapidly, and suddenly an idea flashed.

"Kingsley, Dawlish." He called the two names seriously: "This matter must be kept strictly confidential."

"Why?" Kingsley asked puzzledly: "Peter Pettigrew has been rescued. Shouldn't we quickly inform the public to prevent them from getting into danger?"

"Of course not!"

Fudge shouted loudly: "This will only increase useless panic. We have to capture Peter Pettigrew, but we must do it in secret and not alert the enemy!"

"He can turn into a mouse and hide in the Weasley family for twelve years, enough You can see how timid he is, so we still have time!"

The more Fudge spoke, the more he felt that what he thought was right: "After returning, let all the Aurors sign a confidentiality spell and not leak the news. At the same time, you will increase your efforts to search for the murderer and Peter Pettigrew."

"As long as we catch them before the public finds out, it means nothing has happened."

"Minister, is this really okay?" Kingsley was naturally madly opposed in his heart, but now he is Fudge's confidant, so he can't show it directly, but said in a roundabout way:

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"If the public find out about Peter Pettigrew in advance, it will be a huge blow to your prestige."

"Then put all the blame on Azkaban and Dementors!" Fudge waved his hand carelessly: "Anyway, people must not know that the person was rescued halfway."

He patted Kingsley's shoulder meaningfully: "Someone in the circle once said something to me, which I think is very suitable for now..."

"The duty of the Aurors is to make the public believe that they are being protected, don't you think, Kingsley?"

Kingsley was stunned...

........

Because of confidentialityBecause of magic, the matter was suppressed.

Even Kingsley couldn't tell Dumbledore.

But he could convey some information in other ways.

For example, the work of Aurors has suddenly increased recently, and a large-scale rat extermination campaign has been carried out. Aurors disguised themselves as ordinary cleaners and went to every wizard's home to disinfect rats.

Dumbledore was very smart and quickly understood what Kingsley meant - the rats ran away.

Although he was very dissatisfied with Fudge's cover-up, he had to admit that Fudge was right.

Telling the public would only cause unnecessary panic.

Peter Pettigrew was not Voldemort, and the entire wizarding world did not need to take it seriously.

He was also thinking about who the person who rescued Peter was.

In addition to Dumbledore, Wayne also guessed the truth through his own channels.

Even more certain than Dumbledore about the identity of the person who took Peter Pettigrew away.

His dear senior Tom.

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None of the three Aurors in charge of the escort died. This is not the style of the Death Eaters, let alone the style of Voldemort.

It can only be Tom who signed a contract with him.

Trelawney's prophecies are coming true one by one. This sharp knife refers to Peter Pettigrew.

However, Wayne did not know what the end of the backstab would be, but he had to prepare in advance.

Late at night, he came to Crouch's house.

Crouch was also very surprised that Wayne came so late.

"You should move to the Ministry of Magic and live there for a while tomorrow."

Wayne made his request, and Crouch agreed without hesitation, then asked: "Can you tell me why?"

"Peter Pettigrew escaped, did you know?"

"What?" Crouch could no longer maintain his composure: "Where did you get the news? I haven't heard of it at all."

"I told you the content of the prophecy. The servant who broke free from the shackles is not your son, but Peter Pettigrew."

"Fudge must have issued a gag order and used magic to The paragraph, all the insiders can't say, I just guessed it. "

"If you don't believe me, I'll go to Azkaban tonight."

"That's not what I mean." Crouch quickly pulled Wayne who wanted to leave: "I just couldn't accept it for a while, and what does his escape have to do with me?"

"If you want to find someone, you should go find Fudge, right?"

Wayne hesitated for a moment, and said: "I know a prophecy that is not a prophecy. You are very likely to die at the hands of your son."

"And the one who released him... was Peter Pettigrew.. "

Crouch was silent.

He was not doubting Wayne's words, but such an ending made him feel inexplicably complicated.

On the one hand, he was shocked, and on the other hand... he actually felt relieved?

Since he brought little Barty out of Azkaban, every day has been very tangled.

If this morbid relationship continues, it will be a harm to both of them.

After a long time, Crouch sorted out his mentality and regained his composure.

"You are not going to stop it?"

"That's right." Wayne nodded: "If little Barty was rescued, it is likely that Voldemort asked someone to do this. No matter which one it is, I need to leave a locator next to him. ”

Although he didn’t understand which Voldemort he was talking about, Crouch understood what Wayne meant.

After thinking for a moment, Crouch agreed: “Tomorrow morning, I will move to the office of the Ministry of Magic, and I will take Winky with me. I will only ask her to come and deliver food once a day.”

“A knowing choice.”

Wayne smiled, and suddenly thought of the conditions he had promised Crouch, and threw Slytherin’s locket to him.

“This is a processed Horcrux. I’ll let you play with it for a while, but you have to return it to me later.”

Crouch took it and held it tightly. When he saw Slytherin’s name on it, his expression was a little subtle:

“Are all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes the treasures of the founder?”

“Almost. There are more exaggerated ones. You will know later.” ”

Wayne didn’t want to explain too much, but stood up and walked towards the basement.

I won’t be able to torture Little Barty for a while, so I must relax today~

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