The Spy Wormtail

As his own original self, predecessor, and elder brother, Voldemort collapsed overnight, bringing Riddle countless life experiences.

He pondered it deeply, and the biggest lesson he learned was: never use Avada Kedavra on Potter!

There's a reason this spell is forbidden... If he had heeded even a fraction of the Ministry of Magic's warnings, he wouldn't have ended up in this predicament.

In addition, there is another point: violence and fear cannot solve all problems.

At Voldemort's peak, his servants were extremely respectful; but once he lost his power, the Death Eaters scattered like birds and beasts.

Almost no one thought of looking for him, otherwise he wouldn't have been wandering for twelve years in a state of constant turmoil.

This is the price of repressive policies and terrorism; not only are his enemies afraid of him, but even his subordinates are terrified of him.

If it were the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, what would happen if his followers went crazy and welcomed him back after he lost his powers?

Violence cannot solve everything; sometimes, one must rely on personal charisma and the power of words.

Riddle is different from Voldemort; he is a sixteen-year-old soul, and that's what he excels at.

He decided to revive the traditional skills that the Voldemort had abandoned, to bewitch people again, and to build a new team.

A more reliable team!

Peter Pettigrew is the person he's currently trying to win over!

The diary Cairo and ended up in Lockhart's hands, thanks to Peter Pettigrew's help.

Riddle's initial plan was to manipulate Ron into handing the diary to Lockhart, but Ron's unusual behavior caught Peter's attention.

He took the initiative to contact the diary.

Riddle suddenly realized that there was such an interesting person next to Dumbledore!

But Peter Pettigrew is a fickle person who only cares about his own life and death.

Riddle decided to use his eloquence, his silver tongue, and his persuasive charm to completely win over Pettigrew's loyalty.

Riddle walked over to Peter, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Peter, although you call me master, I have never considered myself your master."

You helped me during my most difficult time; you are my friend, brother, and trusted subordinate.

I am not Voldemort, I am Riddle... Although we share the same soul, we are ultimately different, you can feel it too, can't you?"

Riddle raised his right hand, gesturing for Peter to feel his burning soul. Peter hesitated for a moment, then nodded, extending a pair of large, ugly hands.

The dark, old room

A greasy middle-aged man

With trembling hands,

She touched the blond man's chest, lost in ecstasy.

"It really is different, Master."

Pettigrew kept stroking Lockhart's chest, a look of excitement on his face.

This young man is truly different from the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord only knows. "Fool, damn it, Avada Kedavra..."

She never gently pats someone on the shoulder, yet smiles so brightly.

"Peter, I pity you." Riddle moved slightly away from Pettigrew.

"I've been a mouse for twelve years, never having a single good day, never feeling the warmth of love. Who caused this situation?"

"The Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore? Neither, it's Voldemort himself!"

"Look at him, he can't even beat a baby, dragging you all down with him! This is my future, my true form, the incompetent Voldemort."

"This shouldn't be happening." Riddle touched Pettigrew's bald head with pity.

Suffering is not Death Eaters, and hardship is never our goal.

When you are in unbearable pain because of this, who hears your cries of anguish?

Where is Voldemort?

I despise him just as much as you do, and he abandoned me, banishing me to his diary for fifty years! We are in the same boat.

Riddle stared directly into Peter's eyes.

"I know, Peter, you like to associate with the strong. The stronger the being, the more you like to get close to them."

You might ask yourself, "What's the point of following this young man...? He's no match for the most evil demon king, nor is he a match for Dumbledore..."

"Don't forget, because of your betrayal, Voldemort lost most of his power, and those Death Eaters in Azkaban wish they could kill you;

Because of your betrayal, the Potters died. If Dumbledore knew the truth, he would want to kill you too.

"I'm different. I won't kill you. I'll trust you and treat you as my best subordinate because you helped me during my most difficult time."

Riddle's voice grew even gentler.

"I don't want to make too many verbal promises, but remember this, Peter."

Voldemort is my future. I possess the same extraordinary talent as him, and I have Slytherin's guidance... I will soon be as powerful as him!

Times have changed!

The future doesn't Dumbledore, it doesn't belong to Voldemort, it belongs to me.

Of course, it could also be ours!

"Don't you know who to pledge your allegiance to?!" Riddle asked softly.

He took Lockhart's wand and drew a horizontal line of black flames around himself.

"Peter, cross the flames and join me. Swear Unbreakable Vow to me, pledge your allegiance to me."

Peter hesitated; he remained silent.

After a long silence, he finally mustered his courage and stepped into the flames.

Riddle hugged Pettigrew, touched Pettigrew's face, and said happily:

"Very well, I will save you from the curse of death, and I will lead you to a future that brings eternal immortality."

"Master, where will we go after leaving Hogwarts?" Peter asked cautiously.

Riddle shook his head. "No, Peter, I need you to stay for now."

Pettigrew stood there, stunned.

"Listen to me, it's not that I don't want to take you with me. I've planned this all school year, done so much, Dumbledore won't let me go, he'll keep tracking me," Riddle said.

"I won't die; I've conquered death. But you're different. I don't want to sacrifice you while we're being pursued. You have a more important mission."

What mission?

"... At the right moment, I demand that you leave Hogwarts, find Voldemort, and find my true form!"

"What?" Peter shrank back in fear. "Master, he'll kill me, he'll definitely kill me..."

"No." Riddle's voice softened again.

"I know his situation better than you do... He's probably hiding somewhere, cowering in fear, waiting for someone to rescue him."

"You appear before him, but because of what happened back then, he won't believe you. However, since it's rare for Death Eaters to seek him out, he won't kill you, much less torture you."

"I need you to be my spy, to spy on him!" Riddle's voice echoed in the room.

"I can't..."

"You're too modest, Peter. No one is more suitable than you. You've lived under Dumbledore's nose for twelve years."

"Furthermore, I don't need you to do anything; just resurrect him as he requested."

"What if the Dark Lord were to rise from the dead..."

"Believe me, even if he were to be resurrected, he would be no match for Dumbledore and would die again. I, on the other hand, will absorb his soul and become whole again!"

Pettigrew said, trembling, "The Dark Lord has superb Legilimency; he knows what I'm thinking."

"No, not at all," Riddle said confidently.

"I'll help you forge a false memory, and change everything about me."

When you first appeared before Voldemort, he wouldn't delve into your memories; he was afraid of killing you. Once you resurrected him, he would be even less inclined to investigate your memories.

Because he has gained power... your memories are irrelevant to him!

I know my true self; he is indeed an arrogant and ignorant person.

"A man destined to die!"

Pettigrew remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Master, where are you going?"

"United States... Slytherin's things are there. I am his heir, and I will take them back."

"I think... you'll soon hear rumors about me in Britain!"

(P. S. To explain: Sixteen-year-old Voldemort was very skilled with Memory Charm. He created false memories for his uncle Morfin, Dumbledore said, "It would take a great deal of skillful Legilimency to elicit them.")

Professor Slughorn also altered his own memories, burying the truth deep within his heart to prevent Dumbledore from seeing through it.

Given Riddle's abilities, if Voldemort wanted to see the true memories, he would probably have to torture her, just like he did with Bertha, but the price would have been Bertha's death. Voldemort certainly wouldn't have been willing to kill Pettigrew.