Chapter 154: Sirius Is Bitten

Standing in front of a dilapidated tomb, Peter Pettigrew bent over and carefully looked at the name on the tombstone.

The owner of the tomb has been dead for half a century, and the tomb has been neglected for a long time. Brown weeds have grown between the cracks in the tombstones, and twisted and thorny trees cling tenaciously to the tomb... It is very difficult to identify the name.

But this is to find the father of the Dark Lord. If you find the wrong tomb, it won't be solved by a heart-breaking bullet.

Therefore, Peter was so concerned that he almost pressed his face against the tombstone before he could barely distinguish the words "Tom Riddle".

Damn Tom...finally found you!

"Master, I found your father." Peter shouted excitedly: "This is the tomb."

"Very well, Wormtail." A cold, soft voice sounded.

"Quick, pick me up and let me take a good look at my Muggle father, whom I haven't seen for a long time."

"Yes, Master!"

Voldemort, who was only the size of a baby, was held in Peter's arms, staring at the deserted tomb with glowing red eyes.

Voldemort curled up in the woolen blanket and smiled mockingly: "Good day, father. Long time no see. How are you?"

Peter glanced at the tomb, and a word came out of his mind... "Nothing is wrong."

Fortunately, he held back and didn't blurt it out.

"Father, you should be very happy to see me like this... I have been stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul."

Voldemort whispered weakly and said faintly:

"This may be the retribution for the son to kill his father with his own hands."

The Dark Lord glanced at the cemetery, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.

"But fate is still kind. Back then, I left you with the whole body. Such a small act of kindness saved me.

You see, how useful you are after your death... Wormtail, open my father's tomb! "

"Yes, Master!" Peter waved his wand, the tomb opened, and a complete corpse floated out of the coffin and fell to the ground.

Peter walked over with Voldemort in his arms, but accidentally stepped on a bone. Katcha crushed a bone and turned it into ashes.

"..."

Peter quickly took a step back and looked at the Dark Lord nervously.

"It doesn't matter, Wormtail, let alone step on him, you can even spit on his grave."

Voldemort hissed softly:

"He was just a Muggle and an idiot... He was killed by me back then. Do you know why I killed my father?"

"Because..." Peter guessed: "He is a Muggle?"

"No." Voldemort said softly: "Because he abandoned my mother, causing her to die in childbirth, and causing me to grow up alone in a Muggle orphanage, suffering all the cynicism and ridicule..."

Voldemort suddenly snapped: "Do you think he should die?!"

After a moment of awkward silence, the trembling Peter managed to say something:

"Damn it."

"So, I vow to find him...and take revenge on him." Voldemort said with a cold expression:

"My mother should have done this back then, but she was just a woman and too soft-hearted. Men need revenge."

"When I was sixteen years old, I finally found my father. His family of three was having dinner. I suddenly barged in... I asked my father: Why did you abandon me and my mother?"

Voldemort's face was full of traces of sadness, but the face gradually became distorted, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"But he called me a bastard!"

"I raised my wand, pointed it at my father's chest, and I told him: 'Say the word bastard again and I'll kill you!'"

"He's still calling me a rotten son of a bitch!" Voldemort said with a terrifying smile on his lips:

"So I killed him, the man who gave me the same name as him...Tom Riddle...with Avada Kedavra!"

"That was the first time I personally killed someone... The feeling of killing my father was so wonderful... Haha~"

Peter was trembling and wanted to block his ears. After all, not everyone could hear the Dark Lord's past... He was afraid of being silenced!

After a long silence, Voldemort seemed to be interested, and he whispered:

"Put me and my father into the crucible together."

"Yes, Master." Peter waved his magic wand, conjuring a huge stone crucible and placing it in front of the tomb.

"Clear springs are like water." Peter waved his wand and filled the crucible with water. Then he took out the potion from his pocket and added it. The color of the water immediately turned turbid.

Peter carefully took off the blanket, put the naked Voldemort into the crucible, picked up a bone from the ground, and threw it in.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his robe, used a silver knife to cut off a piece of flesh from his chest, and dropped it into the crucible.

Voldemort was floating in the crucible, and he said with satisfaction: "Very good, now all that's left is the blood of the enemy."

Peter applied white blood to the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding. He then picked up a mirror and whispered:

"Master, they have arrived at the appointed place."

It was a magic mirror. The mirror could reveal an open plain, and Gibbon was waiting anxiously with Potter.

Peter was afraid that Gibbon would bring Aurors, so he was extremely cautious and could not directly let them come to this cemetery.

"Guide them both here." Voldemort's cold voice was filled with impatience, "Hurry up, I can't wait any longer..."

"Yes, Master." Peter waved his wand gently.

Standing on an open flat ground, Lupin, disguised as Gibberne, looked around, waiting for Peter to appear.

Just then, a stone floated up and flew in front of him.

Lupin narrowed his eyes and said, "Door key?"

It seems that Peter is not going to show up, but wants to guide them to another place.

So cautious?

Holding the door key will lead to a strange place, which means unknown and danger; without holding the door key, it is impossible to find Peter.

Go or not?

Lupin didn't hesitate too much. He grabbed Sirius, who was pretending to be Harry, and reached out to hold the door key. The two disappeared instantly.

After a while, Lupin felt his feet hit the ground. He pulled out his wand, raised his head, and looked around cautiously.

They stood in a dark and weedy cemetery. They could see a tall yew on the right and the black outline of a small church behind it.

On the left was a hill with an exquisite old house on the hillside.

Lupin looked around and asked loudly: "Peter Pettigrew, are you here?"

Peter came out from behind a grave in the distance and said excitedly:

"Gibbon, my old friend...Did you bring Potter?"

"Yes." Lupin pointed to Sirius beside him and said:

"But Peter, why did I come all the way here? You said you would give me 10,000 Galleons if I brought you Potter."

"Let's pay the money and deliver the goods!"

Lupin pulled Sirius and walked forward slowly. When they were ready to get close, they would start fighting directly.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Kill him, he is not Gibbon!"

Peter's face changed drastically, he immediately raised his wand and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"

A strong green light pierced Lupin, and he was so nervous that he immediately pulled Sirius to hide behind the tombstone beside him.

A grave was hit by the killing curse, and the grave suddenly exploded and splashed, the soil cracked, and dust rose.

"Faint!" Lupin also raised his wand and shot a red light at Peter.

Peter used Voldemort's father's grave as a "bunker" and fought back.

The three of them shot at each other, and for a while, the cemetery in Little Hangleton Village was full of spells, countless graves collapsed and exploded, and the ground was in a mess.

While dodging magic, Peter whispered to the crucible: "Master, let's go!"

"No." Voldemort said angrily: "Kill that guy and catch Potter for me."

Gibbon was a fake, Voldemort was sure of this... but he didn't know whether Potter was fake or not.

What if it was the real Harry Potter, and resurrection was imminent, how could he give up!

"Then I'll lead that guy away first, you be careful." Peter gritted his teeth and ran to one side.

"Peter is going to run... I'll go after him." Lupin said hurriedly, "Sirius, there's another dark wizard here, you go deal with him."

"Okay, be careful, don't let that guy run away."

Sirius raised his wand and walked carefully towards the depths of the cemetery.

He crossed the winding path and soon found a broken tomb. There was a stone crucible in front of the tomb. The crucible was full of water, as if brewing potion.

Sirius walked around the crucible and looked into the distance, ready to continue looking for the location of the strange wizard.

At this moment, a figure the size of a baby suddenly jumped out of the crucible, like a poisonous snake in the water, and pounced on Sirius's back.

Voldemort grabbed Sirius, opened his mouth, and bit his neck fiercely.

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