Voldemort and Wormtail fled Riddle Manor, their hearts filled with shock and fear.
The night was dark, but their hearts pounded like drums, as though every step took them along the edge between life and death.
"Hurry, run faster, you idiot..."
Voldemort kept snarling under his breath, urging Wormtail on.
He looked over Wormtail's shoulder at the dilapidated manor receding into the distance, as though he could feel those nets of light still tracking him.
After running for who knew how long and crossing a small hill, Wormtail finally stopped, gasping for breath.
"Master!" he cried breathlessly.
"Dumbledore..." Voldemort's voice was particularly chilling, revealing his profound wariness of that name.
"Ah!"
At the name Dumbledore, Wormtail shuddered and hurriedly looked around. He glanced at Voldemort's wand hand, looking deeply hesitant.
Voldemort had been guarding against this man, who might abandon him and flee at any moment, and noticed Wormtail's gaze.
He immediately pressed his wand beneath Wormtail's chin, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes.
"My friend, did hearing Dumbledore's name frighten you? Are you planning to abandon..."
Wormtail: (╬￣皿￣)凸 Who was shouting for me to run just now?
Though inwardly full of resentment, he still dared not move a muscle before the Dark Lord and hurriedly explained:
"Master... I wasn't... I mean, what should we do now?"
Voldemort said nothing, but his wand remained beneath Wormtail's chin.
Voldemort's head was now full of a hundred thousand whys.
His mind teemed with questions. He could not understand where things had gone wrong, why Dumbledore knew about Riddle Manor, or when exactly he had learned the truth of his origins.
He did not suspect anyone else. Though quite a few people knew the name Tom Riddle, Dumbledore was probably the only person now who knew Tom Riddle was Voldemort and also