Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 360 Frank's Doomsday

The cold voice said cautiously, "According to my plan, the Ministry of Magic will never find out who is dead. Acting according to my plan, I don't trust you, and I don't want you to shoot, but my current situation... …”

"Wormtail, come here, as long as one more person dies, our plan will not be hindered. I will not let you go alone, and another faithful servant of mine will join us."

"I am your faithful servant." Wormtail's voice was a little disturbed. He knew that under Voldemort's hands, useless people have no value, and things that have no value have no meaning of existence.

The icy voice snorted softly and said, "Wormtail, I need someone with brains, a loyal, firm, and capable servant. As for you, you can't get along with any of them."

"I found you, Master," Wormtail said, exasperated in his voice. "I found you, and Mike Wallace and I brought Bertha Jorkins to you."

"Indeed," said the icy voice jokingly, "but your brain is far worse than Mike's."

"I have to say that you are indeed a very lucky person. You escaped the pursuit back then, but now you have found me and brought me a lot of useful news."

"This offsets the guilt of your misinformation back then, and I even allow you to become my servant again. You will be rewarded, as long as you complete an important plan, which is what my followers are scrambling to complete..."

"Really? Master, that is." Wormtail's voice became fearful again. Participating in Voldemort's plan is never something that can be taken lightly. Once the mission fails, it is often more terrible than death.

And Voldemort even mentioned what happened twelve years ago. It was his intelligence that made Voldemort fall into a state of immortality.

"Don't worry about Wormtail, it's an unexpected surprise, you'll come out at the end, and you'll be as useful as Bertha Jorkins."

"You—" Wormtail's voice became hoarse and dry, "you, you want to kill me..."

"Wormtail, Wormtail," said the terrifying voice, "why should I kill you, I don't kill people casually, and killing them doesn't do any good. That's not what a wise man should do. I had no choice but to kill Bertha Jorkins."

"After my interrogation, she was useless, only bad. Anyway, I can't let her go back to the Ministry of Magic, and I can't let people know that a wizard who should be dead meets the Ministry of Magic in a roadside hotel witch."

Wormtail muttered a few words in a low voice, but Frank didn't hear it, and the terrifying voice laughed, sharp, crazy laughter that made people shudder.

"You haven't made any progress in your escape career. Change her memory. What to do when encountering a powerful wizard, the oblivion spell will lose its effect."

"Since someone gave her to me, of course I want to kill her."

The terrifying voice said in a satisfied tone, "She brought me useful information. Of course, I will use her information and intelligence. She sent it to the door on her own initiative, and I can't waste it. This is my respect for her. It's a respect for her memory."

In the hallway, Frank realized what he had heard, his hands on his crutches were soaked with sweat, the horrible man who killed a woman, and he talked about it like it was an understatement.

He's dangerous, he's an outlaw, and he's planning to kill more people, including a boy, a boy named Harry Potter, and others, and more.

Frank knew what he had to do, he had to call the police, only the police could save them, the boys, he had to sneak out of the old house and go to the phone booth in the village.

The terrible voice spoke again,

Frank settled there, frozen as if frozen, and he perked up his ears desperately.

"As long as you're killing someone...my faithful servant at Hogwarts, my plan will be done, and that's it, Wormtail, do your thing and follow the plan."

"Shh, don't make a sound, I heard Nagini."

The horrific voice changed, it hissed in a horrible, unspoken tone, creepy, and Frank guessed he was sick. It'd be better if he just died, and his plot could not continue, Frank cursed inwardly.

At this moment, a voice came from the dark corridor behind him, and Frank turned to look and stayed there in fright.

Something terrible was crawling across the dark floor. It was coming this way, and the thing was getting closer and closer. Through the faint halo, he was horrified to discover that it was a terrifying, terrifying monster, a giant snake at least twelve feet long.

Frank was so frightened that he was about to die, a panic, icy chill, made him shudder.

One after another, fears kept coming up from his heart, and they kept coming up, which made his heart skip a beat more than the artillery fire on the battlefield.

He was so stiff that he couldn't move a finger, couldn't even turn his eyes, he was blank, straight, watching the undulating body, winding and twisting on the floor, left in the thick dust, deep deep track.

The monster was getting closer and closer. He couldn't move, couldn't turn around, and could only wait to die quietly.

Miraculously, unbelievably, the serpent slid in directly beside him, as if heeding the call of a terrible, icy voice.

It wasn't until the giant snake disappeared into the crack of the door that Frank was half alive, and his body began to respond again, his forehead was sweating, and his whole body kept shaking. The rising and falling fears in my heart can finally be reflected in my body.

But it didn't help, he couldn't move his legs, he just stood there shaking uncontrollably.

Behind the door, the cold hissing sound continued.

Like, like, Frank had a bizarre idea that sounded like he was talking to a snake.

That cold and terrifying voice began to speak human words again.

"Nagini has brought back interesting news, it seems that I am indeed too weak, Wormtail," said the terrifying voice.

"Really? Master," said Wormtail.

"Of course," said the terrifying voice, "Nagini found out there was an old Muggle at the door, right there, and he heard our conversation from start to finish, and we didn't find him."

The door opened, and Frank didn't have a chance to dodge, and the door opened suddenly.

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