Ghost Rider's Judgment

Chapter 7 I want your most expensive pet
There is an old house on a hillside behind Little Hangleton Village. The villagers call this house "Riddle House", although the Riddle family who lived here before have left for more than a year. .

Several windows in this house have been sealed tightly, the tiles on the roof are also incomplete, and the entire outer wall of the house is covered with wall creepers.

Riddle House was once a very beautiful mansion, the most magnificent building in the entire village, but now it has fallen into such a state of desolation.

"what----"

In this dilapidated and empty house, a scream suddenly sounded without warning.

The sound was as biting as the cold wind and extremely sharp, like a baby's strange cry.

"Wormtail, Wormtail." The voice kept shouting.

In a dilapidated bedroom, the door was suddenly opened, and a panicked figure hurried in.

This is a very strange-looking man, short, slightly fat, somewhat bald, with a mouse-like face and a pointed nose.

"Oh! What's wrong with you, my master?" The man said in a panic, facing the wheelchair with his back turned, his voice sounded timid and fearful.

"Give me the potion quickly," the voice said weakly.

"Master, I'm afraid you've already taken enough medicine for today," Wormtail said in a low voice.

"Give it to me quickly!" the voice shouted.

Wormtail was suddenly frightened and immediately took out the potion he wanted.

"Yes, Master! I'll give it to you right now!" As he said that, he slowly walked to the wheelchair and carefully fed the man medicine.

Wormtail could already see his master at this moment.

It was a slimy, ugly baby without eyes, or a monster.

He was hairless, and his dark gray skin seemed to be somewhat rotten, like the tender flesh of a burned baby. His limbs were thin and soft, and his face was flat and without a nose.

This is the form of Voldemort at this time. Because more than ten years ago, Voldemort wanted to kill the infant Harry Potter with the Death Curse, but his mother's magic rebounded onto him, causing him to become This is what it looks like now.

Wormtail slowly fed the potion into Voldemort's mouth. Even though he saw his master's face every day, he would be terrified every time he saw Voldemort like this.

After drinking the potion, Voldemort's expression seemed to soften a little.

"Master, what happened?" Wormtail asked tremblingly.

"One of my soul fragments was destroyed!" Voldemort said weakly.

Wormtail now doesn't know about Horcruxes. In fact, except for close confidants like Bellatrix, the other Death Eaters don't even know about Horcruxes.

Because this is related to Voldemort's own life, ordinary Death Eaters will definitely not know about it. Otherwise, Professor Snape once served as an undercover Death Eater. If he knew about the Horcrux, he would have told Dun about it long ago. Bullido, and took him around to find and destroy the Horcruxes.

So what Voldemort said to Wormtail was that his soul fragment was destroyed, not that the Horcrux was destroyed.

"How could this happen?" Wormtail asked in horror. Although he didn't quite understand the cause of the matter, he could still hear the seriousness of the matter.

Voldemort ignored him, but murmured to himself: "What's going on? Not many people know about this matter. Who did it? Is it that old guy Dumbledore? No, he has been staying in Huolin now. Gwartz didn't come out at all, was it Professor Horace? No, that old guy didn't have the guts at all, could it be... who betrayed me? "

Voldemort's expression gradually became ferocious, and then gradually softened.

"No, no one dares to betray the great Voldemort!" Voldemort said solemnly.

"Go down, Wormtail!" Voldemort breathed out and said, "Call Nagini over here, I want her to stay by my side!"

"Yes, Master!" Wormtail said and retreated.

Hogwarts, in a dormitory in the Gryffindor common room.

A boy named Harry Potter suddenly opened his eyes and was awakened by a nightmare.At this time, he was lying upright on the bed, breathing heavily, as if he had been running vigorously just now.

He pressed his hands tightly on his forehead. Under his palms, there was a lightning-shaped scar. It was burning with pain, as if there was a soldering iron on it.

Harry sat up, groped around, and finally found his glasses on the bedside table, then put them on.

He turned on the desk lamp next to him, and the dim and soft warm light eased his nervousness slightly, but the scar on his forehead still stung.

He rolled over and got out of bed, put on his slippers, crossed the room, and opened the closet.

There is a mirror inside the cabinet, which reflects his current appearance.

Harry looked carefully at the scar on his forehead in the mirror.But it was the same as usual, nothing abnormal, but the piercing pain did not subside.

He tried his best to recall the scene in his dream. Although it was just a dream, everything was so realistic. He had never dreamed of such a real scene.

There were two people in the dream.One of them was Wormtail, whom Harry knew, and the other...no!The other guy wasn't even human, it was a misshapen monster, but Harry knew his voice, it was Voldemort's.

When he thought of this guy, Harry felt as if he had just swallowed ten thousand needles, and the pain in his heart was excruciating.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to recall the details of his dream.He seemed to feel that Voldemort was in great pain and seemed to have been greatly hurt.

But who is the person who can hurt Voldemort?
Maybe, is this why the scar on your head hurts?
In the magical animal pet store, the female owner with thick glasses sat bored behind the counter and looked at the "Daily Prophet" in her hand.

The content on it is that Gringotts, the only wizarding bank in the world, was attacked this morning. One of the vaults lost a large amount of money. Not only that, the suspect also stole the fire dragon that guarded Gringotts and took it with him. He followed it and escaped from Gringotts.

Now the Ministry of Magic has dispatched Aurors to vigorously search for suspects.

She put down the "Daily Prophet" a little bored, and then picked up a copy of "The Witch Weekly".

Since it is not the beginning of school season, the business here is relatively bleak. The best time for a store like this is usually when freshmen enter Hogwarts, and they will come here to buy a pet at the request of the school.

Usually it's an owl, a toad or a cat, because Hogwarts usually requires students to choose from these three, except for a careless guy like Ron who would buy a mouse.

At this moment, the door of the pet shop opened, and a ragged young man walked in from the outside.

When the shop owner saw business coming to his door, he immediately became energetic. After adjusting a little, he greeted him with a smile.

"Welcome to the magical animal pet store. Sir, what can I do for you?" The shop owner respectfully said to the young man: "We have all kinds of magical animals here. No matter what you need, Just talk to me!"

I saw Chen Qi looking around, and then said seriously to the shop owner: "I want your most expensive pet!"

(End of this chapter)