Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Wormtail held Voldemort in his arms and stumbled through the entire day before finally getting out of the Black Forest before dark.

This was also thanks to Nagini exploring the route in advance to avoid the danger of meeting other people, otherwise it might take two days to get out.

After walking out of the forest, they did not choose a place where wizards gathered, but found a Muggle hotel to stay.

Because of the internal conflict in Albania three years ago, the Muggle world has been under strict scrutiny in recent years. Wormtail had to carefully use the Confusion Charm to make the other party believe that he was an old man taking his children to see a doctor.

Nagini is still hiding in the dark. As for where she is, only Voldemort knows. Wormtail can only feel that she is nearby.

The advantage of staying in a hotel is that Wormtail no longer has to prepare meals for Voldemort. He stole a lot of milk powder and other things from Muggle shops.

"Wormtail, are you tired of it? Now you're using this Muggle stuff to fool me. Where's the milk? Where's the fresh milk? We're not in the Black Forest anymore. Milk will help me recover faster."

"That's not the case! I've asked around, and they say this kind of Muggle product is the best choice for the master's current condition, and it's more nutritionally complete."

As Wormtail spoke, he glanced at Voldemort, who was closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. Seeing that the other party did not continue to pursue the matter, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and continued:

"Master, I have created a feeding schedule. You must eat every three hours... For the rest of the time, you only need to sleep peacefully to recover your energy."

Voldemort enjoyed this moment of body warmth, perhaps because he had not experienced the feeling of a human body in many years.

He opened his eyes at Wormtail's suggestion, the voice sharp and biting like a cold wind, even though it came from the direction of the warm fireplace.

"Is it so well arranged? I'm going to sleep, what are you going to do?"

Wormtail said with a hint of helplessness in his tone:

"Master, I need to go out and get some information. Please rest assured, I will come back every three hours to feed you on time..."

In just two days, Wormtail had become visibly haggard, his hair even greyer than before. Not to mention going out to gather information, he couldn't sleep well just because he had to feed Voldemort every three hours.

But his efforts were finally rewarded. He found several wizard families living in seclusion here, and then used Animagus to steal some of the "Daily Prophet", "Wizard Weekly", "The Quibbler" and so on from those homes.

Voldemort didn't expect Wormtail to be able to analyze anything from these contents, so he asked Wormtail to read to him starting with the latest newspapers and magazines.

Wormtail suddenly felt extremely exhausted. Now he not only had to feed the baby, but also read a bedtime story?

"...The upcoming Easter will witness a special journey for the young wizards of Hogwarts, who will travel to Godric's Hollow to visit the Monument to the Heroes of the Wizarding Wars and pay their highest respects to those who have heroically sacrificed their lives protecting the wizarding world throughout history... Mr. Holmes, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts and author, personally initiated and organized this visit, believing it to be a valuable opportunity to educate young wizards about history and shape their values...

"The Monument to the Heroes of the Magical Wars stands there to remind us that peace is hard-won, earned with the blood and sacrifice of countless predecessors. As students of Hogwarts, we have the responsibility to inherit and carry forward their spirit and work hard to maintain peace and prosperity in the wizarding world."..."

A cold light flashed in Voldemort's eyes:

"Easter? Godric's Hollow, is that the place they were talking about? What a pity, we missed it. Otherwise, this would have been a good opportunity... What was the meaning of that young man named Holmes doing this?"

Wormtail said cautiously:

"Is this a demonstration to the great Dark Lord?"

Voldemort shook his head and said with half-closed eyes:

"I think this is a test from our Headmaster Dumbledore. He's testing my ability to stop this event, testing whether I'm still alive... Hehe, after all, for the Dark Lord, that was the biggest mistake of his life... Go on."

"The Hogwarts Express is ready to take the students to London on Easter morning. The Ministry of Magic will work with the Muggle government to provide students with an unforgettable study tour.

The students said they couldn't wait to embark on this extraordinary journey, to experience the paths those heroes had taken, and to learn from their courage and wisdom...

Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic has made an important statement..."

"Let's change the content..."

Wormtail read seven or eight newspapers in one breath. Because this place was quite far away from the British mainland, the Daily Prophet was delivered sporadically, and some were even delivered several months apart.

"The Black family brat, the one who forced you to come to me. If he could escape from Azkaban, why couldn't those Death Eaters escape?

Wormtail, do you think they are unwilling to come out, or are they unable to come out? Do they think the Dark Lord is no longer viable? Are they going to sever their past ties with the Dark Lord there... hehe..."

Wormtail explained, somewhat haltingly and incoherently:

"I am loyal to my master... As soon as I heard news of my master, I rushed here, for... for..."

Voldemort gently stroked the wand in his hand, and Wormtail's face suddenly stiffened.

"You're just a coward. If you had anywhere else to go, you wouldn't choose to come here and serve me, a pathetic creature who can't take care of himself, needs you to feed him every few hours, and can't survive without you."

Wormtail's stiff head shook wildly, but his small eyes kept looking at the wand that once belonged to him - it was in the hands of the Dark Lord - with fear.

However, Voldemort was not in the mood to torture people at this time. He said the most cruel words in the softest tone:

"I know everything, Wormtail. You've always regretted coming back to me. I could feel you trembling the moment you hugged me...

Anyway, you are the only one who has come to the Dark Lord in all these years and helped him obtain a body, even if it is temporary... Go on, read from another magazine... The clichés in the newspapers are really boring to listen to."

Wormtail picked up The Quibbler and found a special edition inside, "The Half-Blood Prince of Slytherin." He felt that the Dark Lord would surely want to hear news about Slytherin.

Chapter 302 The Half-Blood Prince of Slytherin

“…On a cold and damp London street, in a corner of an orphanage sat a thin little boy named John Prince.

His mother is a pure-blood Slytherin, and his father is an ordinary Muggle. The fate of this half-blood wizard was destined to be extraordinary from the very beginning..."

Wormtail was reciting a story like he was coaxing a child. Given his previous status, he had no idea that Voldemort was a half-blood, nor did he notice that Voldemort's expression was becoming increasingly unsettled...

But at this time he was thinking of Snape. As far as he knew, Snape's mother's surname was Prince and his father was a Muggle.

Moreover, he was at Hogwarts when the article was published, and he knew clearly Snape's attitude towards the article...

"Master, I remember that this article seemed to be a veiled reference to snot... Severus Snape, when he confiscated this journal in Hogwarts..."

Voldemort's voice came out from between his teeth:

"Continue reading..."

Didn't Snape know that he had lived in an orphanage, and he even mentioned the Wood Orphanage by name? The only people who knew about this were the then headmaster, Armando Dippet, and Dumbledore, who took over as the Transfiguration professor.

"...One day, John received an admission letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was a turning point in his life. He boarded the Hogwarts Express and began his magical career..."

"...John performed very well at Hogwarts. His talent for potions and dark magic quickly made him one of the most popular students in the school, attracting the attention of many girls."

During his time at Hogwarts, John met a Muggle-born girl whose beauty and intelligence attracted him. However, when he confessed his love to her, he was rejected. Heartbroken, John began to wander among the senior and junior students of various colleges. His charm made him very popular among the girls…

When Voldemort heard this, his fingers paled. Slander, blatant slander. When had the Dark Lord ever been trapped by love? If it weren't for the Wu Orphanage mentioned earlier, he wouldn't have thought this was meant for him at all...

Wormtail sighed silently. He knew the truth. Snotlout had pursued Lily but was rejected. It seemed that kind of guy wouldn't be liked by girls...

"John was very good at getting along with the girls. He used his sweet words and mysterious magic skills to capture the hearts of the girls one after another..."

"After graduation, John's unruly behavior didn't subside; instead, it intensified. He never spared anyone, from eighty-year-old witches to newly graduated young witches... He even took the opportunity to steal some of their family heirlooms..."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Just as he was daydreaming about when Snape would have another romantic affair, a Cruciatus Curse slammed him against the opposite wall, wailing in pain. A venomous look flashed in his eyes. He didn't understand what the Dark Lord had done wrong...

Is it because of the bad things Snape said in this article? But it's me, Peter Pellum, who has come all the way to see you, not that greasy old bat...

"Wormtail, who wrote this article..."

Voldemort felt a little uneasy. He had tried to coax the old lady before, but he couldn't even remember her name. What he had stolen was the Slytherin locket and Hufflepuff cup from their family...

If this matter is known to everyone, then Dumbledore must have known about the Horcrux as well.

Wormtail struggled to his feet. This time he did not choose to sit next to Voldemort, but stood behind him and whispered:

"Xenophilius Lovegood, he's the one who often publishes bizarre articles. I met him when I was lurking at the Weasleys' house. He looked crazy and should be younger than me... He's from Ravenclaw, so he must have heard of or known about Snape..."

Voldemort saw Wormtail coming around behind him and said through gritted teeth:

"Please continue reading. I want to see what else the article says."

Wormtail picked up the magazine again, stole a glance at Voldemort's position, and then quietly took a step back.

"...Later, his romantic debts increased, and his mistresses began to feel uneasy and angry, so they united and decided to take revenge on him. On a full moon night, they cast an ancient magic..."

"...John's body was shattered, and his soul was divided into seven parts, each sealed in a different magical item...a necklace, a ring, a hairband, a bathtub, his diary, his pet snake, and his mistress's body..."

Voldemort's breathing became more and more rapid...

Wormtail's voice became faster and faster, and he used the tone of gently coaxing a baby to let that go to hell.

“…John’s soul groaned in agony within those seals, but his wisdom and charm remained undimmed.

Each prop and animal carries a part of his memories and personality, and they are able to communicate with the women who once loved him.

The mistresses discovered that although John's body was no longer there, his spirit could still accompany them, listen to their troubles, and share their secrets with them..."

"...However, John was not satisfied with this kind of life. He began to look for a way to restore his body, hoping to become a complete person again..."

"Finally, he found an ancient method to restore his body: confession... Confession can make the soul whole... Master, I'm reading... I'm done."

Voldemort knew very well that this story was definitely written by someone who knew him very well, but this person did not look like Dumbledore.

The soul can be divided into seven parts. This was the information he got from the old headmaster of Slytherin.

As for the props for making Horcruxes, only you know what they are.

And that man named Lovegood, how did he know all this?

"The necklace refers to Salazar Slytherin's locket; the ring is an heirloom of the Gaunt family; the headband refers to Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem; what the hell is the bathtub? Is it referring to Rowena Ravenclaw's gold cup? Is the boudoir diary referring to the diary I left behind when I was 16? The pet snake, the mistress's body..."

Thinking of this, Voldemort glanced out the window. He did intend to turn Nagini into his sixth Horcrux when the time was right. But even Nagini hadn't told him about this. Could it be that she was of Prophet blood?

He couldn't help but think of the prophecy that had caused him to become like this, "...the one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July..."

He remembered that the person who made this prophecy was not very knowledgeable, and the prophecy was not a complete one. It would not be like this time, where he could clearly tell what his Horcruxes were... But what the hell was this mistress's body...

Voldemort suddenly thought of a person, Gellert Grindelwald, an active Dark Lord during his school years. In the winter of his graduation year, Grindelwald was also defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned in the Nurmengard Tower that he built himself...

There were rumors at the time that Grindelwald had a good relationship with Dumbledore and that he was a true prophet...

Voldemort thought about this and said softly:

"Wormtail, bring me that magazine...quickly."

Wormtail approached cautiously, but his eyes remained fixed on the wand in Voldemort's hand. When his eyes reached Voldemort's face, he noticed for the first time that the Dark Lord was actually sweating. Was it because he was too hot sitting by the fireplace?

"Master... Master... Are you feeling hot? Do you need me to move you away from the fireplace?"

Voldemort had originally decided not to vent his anger on Wormtail. He was now very anxious and needed Wormtail to take him back to the British wizarding world as soon as possible.

But Wormtail's words reminded him of his current frail appearance and the fear he unconsciously revealed after his secret was discovered.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Chapter 303 Wormtail, My Old Friend

Wormtail's nerves were stretched to the limit like strings, almost on the verge of collapse.

His heart was struggling desperately like a trapped beast, thinking of even the slightest chance of escape. If fate gave him the right to choose again, he swore that he would escape from this endless purgatory without hesitation and would never submit to the command of this old madman who wielded evil power at will.

Such crazy behavior of treating human life as worthless and casting unforgivable curses at will is simply terrifying. Having such a master is undoubtedly mortgaging the soul to the devil.

At this moment, Gryffindor's bravery, recklessness, boldness, and love of adventure silently turned over in his mind, and then his eyes dimmed again. Some things can only be thought about now.

He struggled to support his exhausted body, and it seemed as if it took him a long century to struggle up from the ground.

Like a wounded mouse, he tried his best to remain as silent and alert as possible, carefully hiding in the shadow of the bed.

Every breath seemed to stir up dust clouds, while the sound of my heartbeat was like the beat of a drum, echoing in the quiet room.

When he glanced at Voldemort nervously, he found that the other party was struggling to flip through the magazine with his pale and bony fingers.

The pair of eyes that were usually full of coldness and arrogance now revealed a rare trace of panic and uneasiness, which made Wormtail feel stunned and confused.

He quickly lowered his head, burying his face deep in the darkness, trying to blend in with the silence around him. He knew that at a moment like this, any slight movement or eye contact could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Therefore, he could only choose to wait quietly, waiting for this unknown storm to pass, or for his own misfortune to come.

In that heavy and oppressive silence, time seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, moving forward slowly at a speed so fast that one could almost hear the ticking sound.

Wormtail sat in a dark corner, thinking anxiously in his mind, and from time to time he glanced at the wall clock, wondering if it was almost time for the Dark Lord to be fed.

In this atmosphere so quiet that even the heartbeat seems particularly loud.

Voldemort finally broke the silence, his shrill voice echoing in the air:

"Wormtail..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Wormtail's nerves instantly tensed up like a frightened little animal. He responded hastily, his tone revealing tension and fear:

"Master...are you hungry? I'll prepare it for you right away..."

However, before he could finish his words, a chill ran down his spine and into his heart.

He looked up at Voldemort, and saw a pair of cold pupils like the abyss staring at him, like the north wind on a winter night, which made people shudder.