Klein Greendevo?

    Old scum man~

    Somehow, the potion at the end of the Christmas ball was ninety-nine.

    "Son of magic".

    European official certified super therapist.

    Quidditch World Cup overlord

    Kill the "legendary Wizard" of xudra.

    Any name can be taken out and thrown out to overwhelm one.

    Not to mention that these honors are concentrated on one person.

    It is no exaggeration to say that if Klein is now Dumbledore''s age, he will be directly regarded as a "human honor" and provide delicious and delicious food.

    At the end of his life, he stuffed those glorious deeds directly into the textbook, and the first page didn''t run.

    But the problem is

    He is too young.

    Young enough to feel unreal.

    Anyway, it''s settled.

    Of course, because there is a "top three competition" this semester, Klein can''t take office.

    But in the next semester, he graduated early and became a serious professor of Hogwarts''s "defense against the dark arts".

    ......

    Baltia, black forest.

    After struggling a thousand times, ten thousand times and wandering around for more than a month, Peter still came here - there''s no way. If the Dark Lord doesn''t die, the "dark mark" will exist forever.

    Even if he escaped for a while, when Voldemort woke up and found him betrayed, the situation at that time must be a thousand times, ten thousand times more difficult than now!

    He is not like Snape, backed by a great wizard like Dumbledore.

    If you don''t work hard for the Dark Lord, do you want to find the "little devil" who has banned him?

    In other words, the second time he came to this place, he would still shudder.

    I don''t know how many dangers are hidden in the black forest. He looks fat, but he doesn''t have much meat

    "Master... Master, are you there?"

    Peter remembered clearly that the last time he came here to find Voldemort, the Dark Lord was attached to a wolf.

    I wonder where Voldemort''s ghost will be this time?

    "Goo Goo Goo."

    The owl crowed and made a frightening noise. Peter nervously grabbed his own flesh.

    If an outsider is present, he will read two words in his disheartened expression.

    "Fear"!

    "Master... Master..."

    As he walked, he whispered. Peter was ready to turn into a mouse and run away.

    However, I don''t know if it''s because of the turnaround, the process of looking for Voldemort unexpectedly went smoothly.

    "Peter... Here... I''m here..."

    The Dark Lord responded, his voice weak.

    Weaker than Peter had ever heard before.

    "Master!"

    Peter admired Voldemort''s ability to save his life.

    Hearing the response, he quickly squeezed out a few tears and looked for it along the voice.

    Finally, on the edge of a withered tree root, he saw a tree with a face

    Mushroom.

    Even if the wolf was last time, what was the trouble when he attached himself to the mushroom?

    Peter''s smile almost broke.

    Fortunately, he was used to meeting with the wind to make the rudder. He knew that he might be hated by the Dark Lord all his life. He had to force down the funny feeling and cried.

    "Master, your faithful servant Peter perrudy has finally found you."

    "Peter."

    Voldemort''s consciousness is confused now, and he doesn''t have the strength to perceive Peter''s real feelings.

    He only needs one tool.

    A tool that can take him away completely from this place.

    If there are other candidates, such as Barty Jr. or Bellatrix Lestrange, he doesn''t want to bet his life on the fat mouse.

    But there was no way. The former was burned by the inexplicable bad old man, and the latter died under Sauron''s magic power.

    He''s desperate, too!

    After thinking about it, he had no choice but the timid Peter.

    Other people betrayed him, and he was worried.

    "Yes, master, I''m here."

    Peter bowed his head humbly and knelt down without hesitation to a mushroom.

    "Peter... Europe is too dangerous... Take me out of here... Take me to America..."

    A word took almost all his strength. After explaining the matter, Voldemort fell into a deep sleep again.

    "America?"

    Peter by the tree grabbed his fat face and complained to himself.