Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Later, I met a young, foolish, and gullible wizard and found my place of refuge... Yes, as you know, that person was Quirinus Quirrell. Unfortunately, my plan failed. I became as weak as before and returned to this hiding place.

My friend, you have no idea how important your arrival is. I don't want to boast that I have no worries about recovering my magic power.

Yes, in my darkest hour...you came here...my old friend, you are the only one who still cares about me, you gave me hope."

I don't want to lie to you. I have met several wizards before, and with the help of Nagini, I captured them. Unfortunately, they are all fugitives wanted by the Aurors. If I possess them, I will still be hunted by the Aurors.

I used some tricks to make them disappear from this world, hoping that the news would spread and attract more wizards for me to choose from.

Just like those years when I attacked the Muggles who accidentally strayed in and attracted that stupid wizard.

But I really didn't expect that I would wait for my old friend... Can you help me, my old friend, help a weak me who can't even lift a wand..."

"Shhh… Wormtail, are you about to fall asleep? Do you need me to help you sleep forever?"

A shrill and hoarse voice rang out in the empty and silent cave, interrupting Wormtail's recollections.

Chapter 292 After the matter is completed, the heart is broken

Voldemort's voice brought Wormtail's thoughts back to the cave. He quickly looked at the potion in front of him, and the color began to turn green again.

He quickly added the last of the unicorn blood and continued stirring.

It has been more than a month since I came here. Although the Dark Lord kept calling me an old friend, every word he said touched him.

However, he was still assigned to hunt unicorns in the Black Forest, collect Nagini's venom, and process various herbs. For some things that were not available in the Black Forest, he had to go outside to trade.

Finally, I have gathered all the potion materials needed by the Dark Lord.

Wormtail was not particularly good at potions, especially this kind of advanced potion that required a month to brew.

Even with his guidance, his performance was so poor that the Dark Lord's temper became more and more violent.

I persisted like this for a month, stumbling along.

When the potion began to turn rose-red, Voldemort reminded again:

"Add those trunks in, all at once, slowly, don't throw them away. Start by increasing the fire."

Wormtail hurriedly used his wand to turn the flame to a high level, then took out several snake corpses that were as shriveled as zombies from a box nearby and slowly placed them into the crucible.

Then he lit the cauldron with his wand and whispered the Dark Lord's professor's auxiliary spell.

The trunks of those snakes were carefully selected by Voldemort. They were the snakes that he had possessed for a long time, and they had a strong aura of his.

As time passed, the potion gradually turned deep red.

"Wormtail, this is the last step. I hope you don't make any mistakes. Slowly turn down the flame and gradually extinguish it. Always pay attention to the changes in the temperature of the potion."

Wormtail's hand holding the wand began to tremble, and he carefully extinguished the flame. The potion slowly cooled down, and even a thin film began to form on the surface.

Voldemort roared excitedly and eagerly:

"Now! Put that kid in there."

After he finished speaking, the snake he possessed began to slowly shrivel up.

Wormtail didn't hesitate and opened another box beside him. Inside was a baby sleeping in a cradle.

The moment I opened the box, the scene was so peaceful and tranquil. The tiny body, wrapped in a soft blanket, seemed incredibly delicate and fragile. Her skin was smooth and delicate, with a faint pink hue on her cheeks. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes gently covering her eyelids, and her breathing was even and shallow.

Wormtail had spotted this baby a month ago and only brought him back from the Muggle world this afternoon.

It's just because the Dark Lord required that the child must be alive. If the child was stolen in advance, he would have to pay attention to feeding the child at all times during the next month, so he waited until today to steal the child.

Wormtail simply mixed a drop of tranquilizing potion into the child's milk, and the child remained quiet for several hours.

The baby was taken out of the swaddle, naked, and slowly placed into the potion.

The red potion swallowed the cute baby bit by bit, submerging its mouth and nose.

As the child's aura gradually disappeared, the color of the potion also began to fade.

Wormtail finally saw clearly what the baby had become after being submerged in the potion. An expression of disgust subconsciously appeared on his face, but he quickly put it away.

But all this was seen clearly by Voldemort who was standing by.

The plump, rosy baby was gone, replaced by a skinny, shriveled, skinny, baby-sized skeleton.

The fluffy hair on his head was gone, his cute nose had become two long and thin nostrils, and his lips seemed to have been shaved off. ..

The chubby little hands now looked like pale spider legs, slender and bony.

Voldemort hissed:

"Take him out, take him out quickly...hiss hiss hiss (Parseltongue: Nagini)..."

Wormtail hesitated for a moment as he looked at the monster in the crucible. After hearing Voldemort use Parseltongue, he shuddered all over, quickly reached out and pulled the baby out of the crucible and put it back into the swaddling clothes.

Just as he finished all this, a rustling sound came from behind. Nagini swam to the side of the baby, then spit out the snake core and stared at the worm's tail.

When Voldemort saw Nagini coming in, he quickly turned into a ball of black mist and entered the body of the strange baby.

Then, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, flashing brightly, looked at Wormtail.

Perhaps due to nervousness, Wormtail's voice suddenly became a little sharp and piercing:

"Master...your loyal servant, congratulations on your return..."

Voldemort said softly in an icy voice:

"No, this is just the first step in resurrection. I need to create a body for myself that can accommodate my poor ghostly soul for a long time, and this body can also provide me with some small help in using the magic wand.

My dear old friend, you have worked hard during this period. Come and give me your wand, let me try what kind of surprises this body can bring me. After all, this is your masterpiece that you have worked hard for a month. Don’t you want to see it?

The monster baby had a faint smile on its face, and Nagini was ready to attack, as if it would bite Wormtail's neck if he chose to refuse.

Wormtail walked over tremblingly, carefully grasped the top of the wand, and handed the wand handle to Voldemort's slender and bony hand.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were fixed on Wormtail's. Wormtail felt a sense of familiarity at the moment. The former Dark Lord had really returned. He suddenly took a few steps back.

Voldemort was very satisfied with the result. He stroked the wand gently. It was nine and a quarter long, which was a perfect length for his current body.

His cold voice was like a whisper:

"That's a very nice feeling, Wormtail, my old friend. How should I reward you?"

Wormtail hunched over and whispered:

"Master, I am your loyal servant, and this is what I should do."

Voldemort grasped his wand, raised it slowly, and said softly:

"No, you need Cruciatus..."

"Ah!" Wormtail groaned in pain. He didn't expect that after Voldemort picked up the wand again, the first thing he would do was to cast the Cruciatus Curse on himself.

"Haha, do you know why?"

Wormtail's voice suddenly broke, and his mouth seemed to grow dry.

“You…you…”

"I know everything, Wormtail! You've been regretting coming back to me. I saw disgust in your eyes just now..."

"I'm curious why Hogwarts has such a stupid student like you. Is it because of Dumbledore's kindness?"

"Even simple potion slices were cut into different thicknesses..."

"I think missing a finger not only crippled your hand, but also your head..."

"How many times have I told you to add new ingredients when the potion changes color? Why do you need me to remind you every time?"

"If you weren't still somewhat useful, I would have fed you to Nagini on the first day of brewing the potion... I think she must like rat meat..."

Chapter 293 Voldemort: I am doing this for your own good

After Voldemort had dealt with Wormtail for a while, he suddenly felt a long-lost weakness. This was not the weakness caused by magic consuming his vitality, but hunger, and his shriveled stomach was rumbling.

Voldemort looked at Wormtail, who was curled up and wailing on the ground. After a long silence, he sighed and said softly in a cold voice:

"Dear old friend, please forgive my impulsiveness just now.

You should know that I treat you this way not out of malice, but out of concern for you. You are the most important person in my future, and I am willing to devote my time and energy to you, just like when I was brewing the potion before, wasn't I always guiding you?

Because you are worthy of me doing this. Although you may feel that my requirements of you are too strict, I do this entirely out of concern and expectation for your future.

You should know that learning is not just about acquiring knowledge, but also about improving yourself and better achieving our common goals.

I hope you can understand that everything I do is for your own good. I criticize you and guide you because I see problems you may have in your work and I hope to help you correct them and become better.

I understand that the road ahead will not be smooth and will require constant effort and exploration. But I hope you can face these challenges bravely, because only through challenges can you truly grow and improve.

I hope you will be my important partner when I return. I hope you can follow closely behind me. I don’t want to see the future pursuit of immortality without you, my old friend.

So, no matter how strict I am with you, it’s because I have high expectations of you… No matter what, I’m doing it for your own good…” xь.

Wormtail trembled and climbed up from the ground, and said tremblingly:

"I know, Master... Master, everything you do is for my own good..."

Voldemort nodded, seeming satisfied with the other party's answer.

"I also know that this is not your fault. After all, you have been working hard in hiding for more than ten years. It is normal for you to be unfamiliar with some magical things.

I'm a little hungry now. Can you feed me the rest of the milk in the bottle and then prepare some food for me?

I think before I am officially resurrected, you may need to work harder and take care of my daily diet. Is that okay, my old friend? "

As Voldemort spoke, the tip of his wand never left Wormtail.

Wormtail hurried forward, picked up the bottle beside him in a panic, and handed it to Voldemort's lipless mouth.

Just when Voldemort was about to finish the milk in the bottle, Wormtail's face suddenly became very ugly, even with a bit of despair.

Voldemort also noticed Wormtail's expression, and subconsciously waved his wand, and a Cruciatus Curse hit Wormtail.

Wormtail wailed and curled up on the ground, but he was also very glad that it was not the Killing Curse.

A cold and sharp voice roared:

"Wormtail, what have you done?"

"Master... Master, there's a tranquilizer in that bottle that I put in before... Master, please believe me, I didn't mean to... I forgot about it just now... in my haste..."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"what!"

Voldemort did feel a sense of drowsiness coming over him, but due to the special nature of this body, he could not abandon it as he had before. In fact, he also had the ability to use magic to forcibly remove the drug effect, but he resisted.

I could only resist the sleepiness and said:

"You stupid guy, go prepare some new food for me, go quickly."

After that, he gave Nagini some instructions in Parseltongue, and then his eyelids closed deeply. But the wand in his hand was still tightly grasped in his palm.

Nagini swam her snake body, surrounding Voldemort in the middle, then raised her head and spit out snake core at Wormtail.

Wormtail struggled to stand up and took two steps towards the cave entrance. Then he remembered that his wand was still in Voldemort's hand. He turned around and saw Nagini ready to attack, so he hurried towards the cave entrance again.

At the same time, he also noticed that there were several snakes following him closely. He knew that they were sent by the Dark Lord to monitor him, but he didn't care too much. After all, he had no intention of escaping.

But at the same time, he was also glad that he chose to lurk in the Weasley family. At that time, he saw a lot of how Mrs. Weasley took care of her children. He hoped that he would have an easier time in the future.

He searched the forest for small animals, intending to make meat soup for Voldemort.

Originally, he wanted to make snake soup. He had once tasted the snake soup made by that person with Ron, and it still lingered in his mind. He could even tell that there was snake meat in the pet food.

Even though there were so many snakes, he didn't dare make this request with Voldemort around.

After returning to the cave with the meat, he remembered that he didn't have a wand and he couldn't cast spells without a wand, so he couldn't use the fire spell.

He could only prepare all the ingredients for the meat soup, squat silently in a corner of the cave, waiting for the Dark Lord to wake up, hoping that he would not be in a bad mood after waking up.

Soon Voldemort woke up and saw Wormtail squatting in the corner, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wormtail, my friend, where is the food? Do you intend to starve me to death and then abandon me and run away?"

Wormtail shuddered when he heard Voldemort's voice, and dared not step forward. He said with panic in his voice:

"Of course not. I am the master's loyal servant... The master hasn't given me a wand yet, so I can't make a fire." xь.

"Without a wand, you can't even light a small flame. You are useless."