pertwk Chapter 187 Failed Missions
Chapter 187 Failed Missions
Black Cat successfully slipped out with the gold cup, leaving his new loyal elf friend behind in Gringotts. He had no place to place it at the moment, so he brought it back to the Dark Lord. The suspicious Dark Lord would probably clean it up directly in Avada, so he might as well just let it stay in its original place.
It is inappropriate for a milk cat to parade through the market with a gold cup as big as its face. As a result, the refined magic power washed through the inside of the body, eliminating the effect of the transformation spell. A blonde girl with a shy lowered face soon walked out of the corner. The girl walked into the teahouse in a hurry and sat down on a seat covered by green plants.
The Dark Lord looked up at "her", and put his weak snake hand on the back of "her" hand. A burst of black light flashed, and Tom noticed that the pale face in front of his soul was twisted into a point again, and his knowledge robe was windless. Automatically, that point was brought back under control.
He knew it was time for him to wake up.
Tom deliberately closed his eyes and pretended to be slowly coming to his senses - during this period, he noticed that his pockets were empty, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the Dark Lord playing with a small gold cup.
"...What did you do to me?" he asked in a wary tone.
"Nothing." The Dark Lord said lightly, with twisted anger on his calm face. Tom guessed that he saw the Horcrux circle that was almost completely worn out.
"Would you like tea?" The Dark Lord even took the initiative to change the subject.
Tom looked at the Dark Lord intently for a while, then angrily ordered the most expensive tea and refreshments.
The Dark Lord made no comment on Tom's childish act of revenge, and kept playing with the little golden cup thoughtfully.
"If you had a treasure," he suddenly asked Tom, "the size, shape, etc. could be set by you, what would you choose to avoid others discovering that that thing was your treasure?"
Are you asking about Horcruxes? Has the Dark Lord finally discovered that his choice of vessel may be risky? Slytherin's Resurrection Stone Ring, Ravenclaw's Golden Crown of Wisdom, and Hufflepuff's Magical Gold Cup... He couldn't wait to guess the unfortunate fate of Gryffindor's sword - if he didn't know that If the sword hidden in the Sorting Hat had been under Dumbledore's supervision.
Hey, hey, one of the four is missing, it must be very painful for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?
If he were asked to choose the carrier of the Horcrux, of course he would choose the most inconspicuous thing. Anyway, after it is made into a Horcrux, only a limited number of things can harm the Horcrux. So it’s better to choose a grain of sand and throw it into the sea, ensuring that you won’t find it. Another example would be to choose a gold galleung and let it flow freely in the market...
But none of this can be said to the Dark Lord, lest it trigger the other party's inspiration. To be honest, the Dark Lord already had enough Horcruxes. Even the Resurrection Stone Soul Piece didn't know how many more Horcruxes the Dark Lord had made after splitting it.
Tom thought for a while and chose a more Muggle explanation: "Uh... safe? Then store it in the bank and put a fake one in the safe. People who steal things always only pay attention to what is in the safe and don't care about the safe." self."
The Dark Lord indeed scoffed at the suggestion.
As Tom observed during the days when he and the Dark Lord lived together, the Dark Lord did not completely reject everything about Muggles, but most of the things that he could take a second look at were ones that he owned and had some kind of Only with strong commemorative significance. In addition, his contempt and malice towards Muggle society is no less than that of any dark wizard.
"Let's go." He raised his hand to Tom, not intending to condescend to inquire any more.
The blonde stood up and took the infant Dark Lord into her arms, and after a strong squeezing sensation, they returned to Snape's house.
Peter sneaked back on the third morning. Tom smelled the familiar burning smell coming from the kitchen while he was half asleep. He got up and saw that the short wizard was busy making breakfast.
"Good morning, Peter." He said hello, leaning against the door frame.
Wormtail almost jumped up in shock, turned around to see him, and forced a flattering fake smile: "Good morning, Master."
Not right.
Tom narrowed his eyes. He still remembered Peter's arrogant look when he claimed to have received the Dark Lord's mission a few days ago, as if he could tremble in front of him with such pride in an instant. How come he went out as if he had been severely beaten by society, and suddenly shrank back into a rat again? In the hole?
Tom's first reaction was that Peter had messed up the mission. But it was the Dark Lord's mission that he messed up anyway, so what's wrong with that?
He whistled and sat down at the table in a happy mood. Even the breakfast made by Peter could--I'm sorry, still couldn't swallow it. Even Nagini tried her best to look like she was vomiting, and then gently swept Tom's ankle with the tip of her tail, signaling him to order takeout.
"It's not good to always order takeout..." Tom pretended to shirk, but he already had the phone in his hand and lightly kicked Nagini's tail, "Go and ask your master what he eats."
Nagini hissed, swam away, and stuck her head into the potion room to ask the Dark Lord, who had been studying the golden cup in there these days.
Peter followed to the table, wringing his fingers uneasily, seeing that all the creatures in the room were unwilling to eat the food he cooked, and a dense layer of oily sweat formed on his face.
It looks like Peter messed up quite a bit. Tom glanced at Peter from the corner of his eye and thought to himself. Otherwise, you won’t be anxious about your declining value.
Thinking this way, Tom felt better, and even the takeaway he was used to eating felt more delicious.
"Master..." Peter put on a smile, "Can you... these few days... uh," he lowered his voice, "I want to go out and relax."
"Don't you always go out to buy groceries?" Tom pretended not to understand what he meant.
"Uh... I mean, maybe go out for a little longer... uh," Peter racked his brains, "to... to improve his cooking skills!"
His little eyes that were always full of tears looked at Tom expectantly, and begged: "Can you not tell the Dark Lord first? Help me cover it up... I, I want to give the master a surprise!"
It's probably a shock. Does the Dark Lord have the temperament to tolerate his subordinates' mishandling of things? Didn't he drag himself into the water by helping to cover it up? Besides, why should he help the Dark Lord's plan?
"The Dark Lord knows everything." Tom said happily, "I don't think the teacher likes any surprises. If you really mean it, what can you do if you tell him first?" He said to Peter in an innocent tone that did not understand the world. , pretending not to see the resentful look in his eyes, he piled up the used tableware and pushed it to Peter, "I'm going upstairs."