Little buddy Crouch was not stupid enough to let the people of the Ministry of magic accompany him to find Voldemort.


    Every midnight, he would sneak out and walk around alone in a cotton cloak, hoping to find his master.


    Fortunately, Albania is not big, and the wizard''s "shape shifting and shadow changing" is also convenient. After seven or eight days, he finally got a harvest


    "Here!"


    The "black devil mark" on his left arm was hot and frightening, and little buddy showed a look of joy.


    After more than ten years, he is finally going to return to his master again.


    "Master, your servant buddy crouch, calls you in fear."


    Using the unique way of "Death Eater", little buddy started the mark on his left arm.


    With his call, the burning feeling became heavier and heavier.


    But strangely, Voldemort did not show up.


    The black forest in front of us is like a big mouth that eats people, waiting to devour all reckless outsiders.


    "This..."


    There was a look of doubt on little buddy''s face.


    Logically, the master should have heard his call.


    In that case, why hide from him.


    What happened?


    Thinking of this, he seemed determined, wrapped his cloak tightly, held his magic wand and stepped into the dark forest.


    "Woo woo."


    The cold wind blew through the branches like a female ghost sobbing.


    The forest is too evil. Rao is a cruel man like little patty, who is close to his father with a blade. He is very careless in his heart.


    "Master, master, are you there?"


    Whispering Voldemort''s name, little buddy stretched his nerve and looked around vigilantly.


    Now he knows why the master chose here


    Because ordinary people dare not come in this damn place!


    "Ouch!"


    Walking forward bit by bit, suddenly, the cries of some wild animals resounded around little buddy.


    His hair stood up at once.


    Desperate to resist the impulse to shoot a flash curse, little buddy had no time to think more and ran away.


    Not enough preparation tonight.


    Tomorrow, he must find his master!


    ......


    Open your eyes, it''s noon again.


    The Voldemort''s brain was heavy, like stirring countless paste.


    "It''s time to look for food."


    Looking at the sky, he muttered to himself, carefully sticking his head out of the hole - he is now attached to a bambora mouse.


    Because he is very fragile, Voldemort is very vigilant every time he goes out to look for food. At this time, he always couldn''t help thinking of the time when he lived in the sewers of London.


    At that time, although he was down and out, he could at least eat all kinds of fat and thin mice.


    And now


    He is a mouse.


    Oh, it''s tears when you think about it.


    However, Voldemort now has no strength to complain or even hate.


    If he wants to live and get a chance to rise again, he must bear it, whether it is ten years, twenty years or thirty years.


    "Huh? Berries!"


    After searching for some time, Voldemort finally found something he could put into his mouth.


    Looking at the red berries, he was overjoyed.


    When Voldemort opened his mouth, he was about to bite. But when he just opened his mouth, a terrible feeling rushed from his spine to his brain, which made him blow up in an instant.


    DANGER!


    Voldemort turned and ran.


    Now he is just a trivial mouse, and he can''t even fight a cat, let alone the ferocious animals in the black forest and the black wizard hiding in it.


    Life matters!


    However, Voldemort was still too careless, or his luck was really bad.


    It''s not a ferocious beast that wants to fight him, but a human, a real wizard!


    "Oh? What a clever little fellow."


    The unknown black wizard grinned and showed his black teeth.


    Coincidentally, he also came out to find something to eat.


    "All petrochemical."


    No matter how depressed, the black wizard also has the most basic spell casting means. With a wave of an old magic wand, he hit the fleeing Voldemort.


    The Dark Lord''s four short legs stopped moving and froze in place.


    "Ha ha ~"


    Lunch is available. The black wizard is very happy.


    But Voldemort scolded his mother in his heart.


    Is this life going to be eaten before it starts?


    This


    It can''t be retribution for eating too many mice!


    Fortunately, there is no unique way.


    Just as Voldemort struggled desperately and wanted to break free by will, a heat flow suddenly surged in his mind.


    It feels so familiar to him


    It is the call of believers!


    "The Great Dark Lord orders you to show up quickly!"


    In fact, Voldemort had this feeling last night, but at that time he was sleeping soundly and his mind was confused. He thought he was dreaming.


    Now the magic of "black mark" was excited again, and he answered the call without hesitation.


    Whoever he is, it''s important to help!


    "Whoosh."


    In response, a figure wrapped in a robe appeared in an instant.


    Seeing the stranger suddenly appeared, the unknown black wizard was startled. If he didn''t want to, it was a magic spell.


    "Die!"


    The familiar breath is in each other''s hands. Why doesn''t little buddy know that bambora is the Dark Lord.


    Angry and angry, he clenched his teeth, flashed the magic spell and fought back in an instant.


    "Drill the heart and gouge out the bones!"


    An unforgivable curse is an unforgivable curse. In the hands of senior black wizards such as little buddy, this magic has played its due power.


    With one blow, the black wizard fell to the ground like a rolled up shrimp and twitched constantly.


    However, Voldemort in the black wizard''s hand was also in severe pain and fainted alive - the black wizard subconsciously clenched his fist and implicated the unlucky Dark Lord.


    "Master!"


    Seeing Voldemort''s breath getting weaker and weaker, little buddy was almost scared to death.


    He''s here to save the Dark Lord, not to kill the Dark Lord!


    Little buddy kept calling here and clumsily used the healing spell in an attempt to cure Voldemort. Voldemort over there has begun to walk the lantern in his mind.


    At first, he saw the dedicated Chilo and the dark sewers in London.


    Later, Peter Perudi, Bellatrix Lestrange and others also appeared.


    Then came the golden ring and Sauron''s smiling, disgusting face.


    "Alas, is it over..."


    Voldemort seemed to be in an ice sea, and his flat face was unwilling.


    He can accept the fate of being hurt by magic and being destroyed by Sauron.


    But what is it about being crushed alive as a mouse?


    It''s so oppressive!


    "Master!"


    Just as the Dark Lord''s consciousness became more and more blurred and his feeling became more and more cold, a call came from far and near in his ear.


    Then, a pure soul force was fed back to his body


    Dark Lord, rise again!