Wormtail asked blankly:
"Master... how... how are we supposed to get there?"
Voldemort did not answer his question.
He merely regarded Wormtail coldly with those scarlet eyes, as though looking at a lowly tool that would soon prove useful.
"That is your problem, Wormtail. I provide the direction. My servants pave the way."
His voice was full of undisguised menace:
"I have already told you where we are going. How to get there... is for you to work out."
Wormtail spoke hesitantly.
"But... but, Master..."
"My physical condition prevents me from using Apparition. I know that. You need not keep emphasizing my weakness. I need you!!!"
Voldemort cut him off, his voice icy.
"We can only use... Muggle methods, just as we did when we returned to the United Kingdom."
Wormtail looked as though he would rather cry.
"M-Muggle methods?"
Driven by an overwhelming fear of death, his pitiful brain began working faster than ever before.
"Trains..."
Something suddenly occurred to him, and his face grew even paler:
"Master! Those ordinary Muggle means of transport-trains, buses-Aurors have started checking them with magical devices now, too!"
"That damned Marauders Power Company again..."
Wormtail's voice was full of fear and resentment.
"Their tentacles have reached every corner of the Muggle world! Last time, I nearly..."
"And?"
Voldemort interrupted him coldly.
"So you intend to tell me this task cannot be accomplished? So you intend to leave me hiding in this rat hole that could be discovered at any moment, waiting for Aurors to kick down the door?"
"No! Not at all, Master!"
Wormtail shook his head desperately, cold sweat rolling down his cheeks.
His brain raced, and finally, a humble but workable plan took shape in his mind:
"Freight trains! Master! We can take a Muggle freight train!"
His eyes suddenly lit