I Want Milk

Albanian Forest

The dense foliage trembled, creating a unique pattering sound.

A slender, tender green snake struggled among the leaves, seemingly afraid of the shadow before it.

But the shadow ignored it, hissing threateningly, and then approached the green snake, seemingly trying to force its way into its body.

Pain!

It hurts!

The green snake coiled its body, trembling violently, struggling in agony.

The shadow was cold and brutal; it felt its fragile body about to shatter completely.

I can't get in.

No!

But the shadow still forced its way in, completely invading the green snake's body. The green snake finally stopped trembling and lay limply on the branch, utterly despondent.

The shadow let out a satisfied sigh, then hummed again, seemingly dissatisfied that it had taken so long this time.

Still too weak.

In the past, I could have ended the battle in less than 0.05 seconds.

The Wormtail, kneeling on the ground, trembled as it listened to the sounds from the tree, too afraid to even look up.

He was afraid that if he looked up, Voldemort would get excited and enter his body, giving him a good time.

Voldemort could simply possess the snake; Peter wanted to live a little longer.

"I'm all better, Wormtail. Don't be afraid, lift your head." Voldemort's indifferent voice rang out.

Pettigrew Peter immediately looked up, revealing a fawning smile, "Congratulations, Master, on getting a new body again."

"What use would I have for a snake's body!" Voldemort said with disgust.

He is currently just a shadow, without a physical body, and unable to cast spells; he can only attach himself to animals.

But for them, it's not much better than being pure shadow, because their bodies are not suited for casting magic.

Moreover, because he possesses an animal, he shortens the animal's lifespan, and it won't be long before he has to find another animal.

For the past thirteen years, while waiting for the Death Eaters in the forests of Albania, Voldemort also tried countless small animals.

At first, there were some considerations; you'd find relatively normal animals. But if you get possessed by the same animal for too long, you'll feel nauseous and naturally want to change your taste.

Of course, if they didn't change the animals and used the same kind every time, they would probably have gone extinct long ago.

They don't care about any particular animal; as time goes on, they'll go for whatever is bizarre or perverse.

Snake... Rat... Cockroach... Toad... Dung beetle... Shipworm...

There's no small animal he hasn't been with.

In terms of living the longest, it's definitely the toad.

When it comes to firmness, you have to look to the dung beetle.

In terms of disgust, there's no doubt that shipworms are the worst.

Of course, Voldemort's favorite food was snake; everything else was just for fun.

Voldemort wanted to possess a wizard, just like he had possessed Quirrell's head years ago.

That would allow him to demonstrate his power.

But Peter wasn't suitable; he had other uses. The captured witch was even less suitable; she hadn't been interrogated yet.

The thought filled Voldemort with rage. Peter interrogated him for days, but only managed to extract some useless information.

For example, the Ministry of Magic, who's having an affair with whom; who's betting on sports and how much money they've lost...

Voldemort needed to torture Bertha himself to obtain deeper information. Therefore, he now needed a physical body.

"Wormtail, I need you to find something!" Voldemort roared.

Seeing its owner's anger, the Wormtail wasn't too scared.

Voldemort is always angry, and this anger has different levels.

This anger is just normal anger. When Peter was a rat, he also learned a lot of strange words from that Stark kid.

In Stark's words: This level of anger is still a weakling with a combat power of five.

At most, they'll just call him an idiot.

Wormtail whispered, "I've already contacted the wizard at the Prancing Pony Inn; we're going to go find that snake again."

"Idiot!!" Voldemort cursed, "Hurry up, we're pressed for time!"

He must now emerge from the shadows and needs to acquire a weak physical body.

Although this physical body will be the size of a baby and fragile, it will no longer need to attach itself to small animals.

He can stay in that body, waiting for the ingredients needed for true regeneration, and he can also use magic.

The incantation for the physical body was invented by himself; it required a potion made with Unicorn Blood and a special snake venom.

We have the Unicorn Blood, but we haven't yet obtained the special snake venom or the Wormtail.

Several years ago, when he was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, he had encountered a beautiful snake named Nagini in France.

It's really beautiful!

Voldemort took a liking to her at first sight.

But Hogwarts was dangerous, and he had planned to return to her after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone.

Unexpectedly, a year later, the beautiful snake disappeared; no one knew who had taken it.

Voldemort had no choice but to find a new target.

When Wormtail arrived, it discovered a Runespoor deep in the forest.

This is his new goal.

Unfortunately, the Wormtail tried to catch her once but failed. This time, they had to find some wizards to help subdue her.

It's normal that you didn't catch it; that snake is currently laying eggs and is extremely ferocious.

But that makes it even more exciting.

Voldemort had a particular fondness for female snakes during their egg-laying period.

Thinking about this made him feel inexplicably better.

"I want milk!" Voldemort suddenly commanded.

Hearing this absurd and unreasonable request, Wormtail paused for a moment, then said with a bitter face:

"Master, where can I get you some milk?"

He was a little tired.

Drinking milk... Why don't you drink pour-over coffee?

"Unicorn milk! What about the Unicorn we caught last time?"

"It escaped," the Wormtail said.

"Don't lie to me!" Voldemort's voice was hoarse.

"I know everything, Wormtail! Don't you regret coming back to me?"

"You think I'm demanding. I disgust you. I can see it; you cower at the sight of me, and you tremble when I touch you..."

"That's not true! I am utterly loyal to my master—"

"What loyalty? You're just a coward. If you had anywhere else to go, you would never have come here."

As for me, I have all sorts of demands, and I also need you to deal with Runespoor.

I suspect... perhaps you're already tired of this job of serving me, aren't you, Wormtail?

"You let the Unicorn go, are you trying to abandon me too?"

Wormtail was drenched in sweat; it was indeed he who had released the Unicorn.

Killing Unicorn is cursed. Voldemort needs to drink blood and milk to replenish his strength.

The Unicorn was nearly dead, Peter quickly released it.

"Wormtail, how can I live without you? My servant, how can you bear to abandon your master?"

I will reward you if I am resurrected.

"Immortality, how about that?" Voldemort tempted.

Another silence fell.

"Master! I—I had no intention of leaving you, not at all—"

"That's good." Voldemort snorted.

"Now, go find that Runespoor immediately. Once you've weakened her, leave the rest to me."

"After doing all this, lure the Lethifold to the Prancing Pony Inn and kill all the wizards."

The Wormtail nodded and hurriedly fled from Voldemort.

He really wants to run away now and go to United States to find Little Tom.

They're clearly the same person, so how come the difference between them is so huge?!

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