Chapter 800 The Dark Lord Is the Best Liar.

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In the lush jungle, a short and fat man was running frantically on his hands and knees.

His face was covered with bloodstains, half of his body was still injured, and there was only huge fear in his eyes.

He spoke meaningless words, but what could be seen was that his will to survive was extremely strong. Even when the bloody wound on his shoulder was scratched by a branch in the jungle, he just grunted, and his steps moved instead. A little faster.

If Wormtail was only worried at first, now he is completely desperate.

He couldn't understand at all why a little wizard who had not yet graduated could be so terrifying. Even though he had heard about his excellence, and even though he had long known the horror of his teacher, Wormtail had to admit that he was still a terrible person. See the other person as a very good wizard... rather than a target that you need to look up to.

However, what just happened made Wormtail realize that he was still wrong.

He has never seen magic spells before, terrible power, weird and unpredictable spell casting methods... He even casts all the spells silently without a wand.

The army of half-dead and half-alive people that he was proud of could only hold out for a short time... an army that was enough to give a country's Ministry of Magic a headache, but it only bought him a little time to escape.

Wormtail was frightened. He didn't want to die, let alone fall into the other party's hands.

He could only hope that the last few remaining half-dead and half-alive people could delay him for a little longer.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Wormtail heard a huge explosion from far behind, and he even staggered and almost fell.

The man climbed up on his hands and knees and walked through the dense bushes. He regretted extremely why he had set up an anti-teleport spell. Now, this had become his own prison.

"Delay for a while, delay for a while, you are all dead anyway, so what if you die again... I can't die, I can't die -"

Wormtail muttered in a sob voice, feeling worse and worse.

"Ah—" Wormtail screamed as the sharp tree thorns pierced into his wound.

He trembled and pulled out the sharp thorn. His sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked, rat-shaped face was even more wrinkled than a sewer rat.

However, none of this affects Wormtail's speed in escaping, which is what he is best at.

After crossing a small hill again, a gravel road that had not been repaired for a long time appeared in front of him. Wormtail immediately opened his eyes in excitement.

He remembered this place as the boundary where they set the spell.

As long as, as long as we can get to that place!

Wormtail speeded up again, and even cast a motivating spell on himself that would cause damage to internal organs if it was endured multiple times.

Close, close, getting closer!

He showed a smile that would last for the rest of his life.

Then, the smile stopped abruptly.

Because, Wormtail discovered that no matter how he ran, the gravel road that symbolized the door of escape could never be reached.

It was clearly not far ahead, but no matter how he swung his legs or struggled forward, the gravel road was right in front of him and could never be touched.

Wormtail trembled and accidentally fell to the ground. Then, such a middle-aged man cried cowardly.

"Please, please, let me go, let me go!"

He completely lost the will to fight and just kept crying and begging for mercy. Snot and tears were mixed on his ugly face, making him look embarrassed and shameful.

The air around Wormtail fluctuated, and Sean slowly walked out of it.

He shook his head in disappointment: "I thought you had some hidden tricks that you hadn't used yet, or that you could take me to some new place - and this is what happened?"

Wormtail quickly turned his head, he was groveling, he was trembling and weeping: "Respected, respected Mr. Wallop, I am just a little bastard, Haierpo only values ​​my status as a living person, and that's why he allowed me to lead this time." Action... You sir have a lot, please let me go... please... please!"

As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed vigorously.

Sean's expression was calm, but the disgust in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

If he were to make a list of annoying characters, Wormtail would definitely be at the top. It was really despicable.

He snapped his fingers to remove the illusion spell around him.

Wormtail quietly raised his head, and he suddenly realized that he had been spinning in a small area.

This made him feel even more bitter.

He was not an enemy on the same level at all. He thought he had paid enough attention to the other party, but now it seems that he still didn't pay enough attention to him...

In other words, even Master Haierbo didn't realize that the other party was already so powerful.

Sean kicked the opponent casually and said calmly: "Tell me everything you know."

Wormtail raised his head tremblingly, with a trace of hope in his eyes: "I, if I tell you everything, can you let me live?"

Sean nodded seriously: "Of course, it doesn't make any difference whether you kill a waste like you or not."

The look of hope in Wormtail's eyes became even stronger, and he couldn't help but ask: "Really, really?"

Sean spread his hands: "I swear on the name of my teacher Gellert Grindelwald. However, time is limited. If you still don't believe it, I don't mind spending some effort to pry open your head myself."

Wormtail quickly wiped the dirt from his face: "I said it, I said it all."

Soon Wormtail was telling him everything he had ever done.

As expected, Daisy's blood curse came from the hands of this beast...

The plot is not much different from the imagined plot. Although there is no Harry Potter who survived the catastrophe in this world, and there is no prophesied child that makes Voldemort afraid, Voldemort still found Wormtail's head.

The reason is simple. With Grindelwald and Dumbledore standing on equal footing, it was too difficult for Voldemort to get ahead. He changed his mind and prepared to start by corrupting the subordinates of these two men.

Dumbledore had a very good relationship with the Marauders, and one of them, Peter Pettigrew, was obviously a good candidate to instigate rebellion.

Sure enough, after a slight threat from Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, who was greedy for life and feared death, became his Death Eater and began to deliver various information from Dumbledore's side to him.

However, what Voldemort did not expect was that Peter Pettigrew, who was greedy for life and fearful of death, would betray his friends, and of course he would betray him.

Wormtail was approached by Halbo's spokesperson and planted a blood curse on Daisy when she was still young. At the same time, the information from Dumbledore's side will be sent to the returnees after being sent to Voldemort.

Voldemort always thought that he was "cooperating" with the Returners and Halbo, but in fact, because of Wormtail's existence, he had long been targeted by the Returners.

Many of the subsequent things that happened to Voldemort were all due to the many messages Wormtail conveyed to the returnees, which led to him step by step becoming what he is today.

On the road to the destruction of Voldemort, Sean can be regarded as the number one contributor, but Wormtail has to be named a behind-the-scenes hero.

Sean scoffed as he heard Peter Pettigrew ramble on about everything he had done over the years.

The former stopped immediately and asked cautiously: "Did I forget anything?"

Sean waved his hand: "No, no, no, I just thought of happy things, ha."

Wormtail lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He now felt that he was extremely unlucky. Voldemort, Halper, Sean Wallop...the people he met who could control his life were all a group of people with abnormal minds. Guy...

Of course, this is just a thought, and it is absolutely forbidden to say it out loud.

He has always been good at sizing up situations, and he understands that the other party's words of letting him live are not letting him go...

It seems that I will have to choose another person to be loyal to in the future... Wormtail thought this way.

"So, what is the order you received this time?" Sean found a flat stone and sat down.

Wormtail shrank his head cowardly and hesitated: "I received a message asking me to bring people to rob Avalon's lake water..."

Sean narrowed his eyes: "Hailbo personally gave the order?"

"I, I don't know, I just followed orders - after Lord Voldemort lost his trace, I hid alone, Lord Herbo left me a communication device..."

"Half a month ago, I received a message asking me to lead the half-dead and half-alive people to gather here - the message said that someone will be the first to come out with the water from Avalon's lake..."

Sean raised his head slightly and nodded: "You didn't mention me?"

Wormtail nodded: "The message said that the one who comes out first will definitely not be you, but your friends who will come out first, and they will also carry the water of Avalon's lake with them. That's why I ambush here, trying to... …Want to rob the lake…”

"after?"

"Then the leader of the half-dead and half-alive people told me that another group of support was coming soon, so I decided to continue to ambush you. Unexpectedly..." Wormtail lowered his head bitterly.

Sean curled his lips. There were indeed a lot of ambushed enemies, but he had gained too much during this trip to Avalon. He might not have made much progress in terms of magic spells and magic sources, but his understanding of magic power had been complete. Beyond ordinary wizards.

He is already only a little bit away from beings like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, and it's not like they say they're just a little bit away, but there's actually a chasm in the middle. He's really starting to catch up with those two. Footsteps.

Even more so, when facing a group battle, Sean's methods are more comprehensive and fierce.

No matter whether you are half-dead or an elite Auror, quantity means nothing to Sean now.

You might as well send Dumbledore to ambush me...

However, according to Wormtail's words, Halbo seems to have predicted what happened to him in Avalon?

No, that's not right, Sean understands that it is impossible for him to be seen through by the prophet now, and Avalon is close to the origin of the world, and the prophet cannot get in touch with it.

He thought of the traps he encountered during the Soul Return Peak trial. Those traps seemed to be some kind of pollution. After solving some of them, Sean would gain a little talent of ancient runes.

is that one? After all, Haierbo's influence can also span the timeline, and those traps have been preventing me from gaining the authority of the God of Time...

Moreover, Avalon is close to the origin of the world. Although Haierbo is still a false god, after all, he holds the authority of a first-level god, so it is not strange to feel something...

Suppressing his thoughts, Sean continued to ask: "What about the others?"

Wormtail shook his head repeatedly: "No more, really no more..."

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wormtail became more and more panicked. He was about to cry: "It's really gone. I'm not Lord Haierbo's confidant. I, I'm just a little guy. These are the only things in the message..."

"Then how did you contact me?" Sean didn't say he didn't believe it, nor did he say he believed it, he just asked with a smile.

"This, this!" Wormtail tremblingly took out a small box.

The box was opened, and inside was a broken black diamond-shaped crystal.

"When you need to contact me for something, just use this. Some vague sounds will come out..."

Obsession... Sean immediately recognized what was in the box.

Sure enough, these magical crystals derived from the death of the robin and the snake of wisdom are basically in Haierbo's hands, and they have many wonderful uses that others don't know about.

However, when Sean just lifted up a broken piece of obsession, the black crystal suddenly dissipated like dust.

Wormtail's eyes widened, and he trembled: "It was good before, before, but I don't know why it broke. It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!"

Sean clapped his hands casually and said with a smile, "I know it's not you."

It was Haierbo who did it. He just felt a special magic power.

Haha, Haierbo sensed that someone other than Wormtail had touched the Shattered Obsession Body and destroyed it directly.

Sean's smile grew wider. Before he had obtained part of the power of the God of Time, Haierbo had never done this before...

Things are starting to get more interesting.

Sean smiled and turned to look at Wormtail, who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move. Even when Sean was thinking silently, Wormtail had no intention of running away.

"That's it?" Sean asked.

Wormtail nodded fiercely: "I, I will never dare to cheat, and I am willing to accept Legilimency! I am willing to be your most loyal servant in the future!"

Sean sneered: "Forget it, I still have a bit of a mysophobia. "

"T-then you?" Wormtail raised his head hopefully, and then saw Sean's cold smile.

His heart was beating fast, and his instinct was reminding him that the man in front of him was... about to take action!

Wormtail picked up the wand and waved it wildly, while shouting desperately: "You, you promised me! You also swore on your teacher!"

Sean tilted his head, hooked his little finger, and Wormtail's wand came into his hand.

He calmly broke Wormtail's ribs, pulled out all the bones in his limbs, and sealed his wailing mouth.

Sean smiled: "I forgot to tell you, my teacher is the first generation Dark Lord, and I am the second generation. The Dark Lord is the best liar."

Hoho, there are exactly 800 chapters. It’s so awesome that I can actually write so many words.