[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Chapter 198 189. Cruciatus

There is an abandoned cabin in a particularly dark forest somewhere in the distance, and no one would set foot in it at all, because this forest has already represented unknown people due to various rumors among the local population, and there are even rumors that there are hidden people inside. A terrifying creature that will devour any human that comes its way.

But the strange thing is that now the hut is lit.

There is only a sofa inside, but it is obviously very inconsistent with the comfortable impression of ordinary people on the sofa. Many springs of this sofa have popped out, and it is extremely dirty. The various stains on it look old. The surface of the chair is also almost damaged. It can even be said that if it weren't for the only remaining sofa-like appearance of this chair, no one would think it is such a thing.

A short man stood tremblingly by the sofa, while a woman in front of him was respectfully lying on the ground. It seemed that this scene was extremely strange. How could a woman respect a short man who looked extremely timid.But if you look carefully, you will find that the angle of the woman's face is slightly deviated from the short man's. It should be said that she is facing the sofa.

"The rumors I heard recently... are very interesting..." The object that I thought was just a ball of rags on the sofa suddenly made a sound, although the sound was thin and intermittent, and each word seemed to consume a lot of energy , but the fear that every word gives people has not been reduced because of the previous reasons. "...I hear...you went to Hogwarts...and even escaped trial."

"Lord──" The woman who was still lying down spoke, but immediately closed her mouth because the object continued to speak.

"I'm curious... how you... how did you do it..." the thing said slowly, but his tone became more and more serious. "When my... so-called... most loyal subordinates... were all sent to Azkaban... how did you escape?" he asked. "Tahlia."

"Because they only have loyalty, but no brains." Tahlia said calmly. "And I have both."

The object didn't speak immediately, he knew that the woman had something to say, and he was very interested in hearing her explanation now.

"If I hadn't tricked that fellow Dumbledore, I wouldn't have been able to order Pettigrew to come and find you, Lord," Tahlia said. "Apparently Pettigrew has been doing you a favor lately—"

"Is that... Wormtail?" the blob asked softly.

The nervous man who had been standing aside seemed to be very surprised that his name was suddenly called, and he almost jumped up before he stuttered. "Yes... yes, Lord," he said. "I thought you knew... it was Tahlia... it was Tahlia who sent me to you—"

"Of course I know!" The object's volume suddenly increased for a moment, but then became weak again immediately. "...I'm disappointed that you...have to get...ordered to find me...I'm disappointed, Peter Pettigrew." Then, after a short pause, the thing ignored Peter, who was starting to tremble uncontrollably , to Tahlia. "And you... Tahlia Watson..."

"Lord." Tahlia lifted her head and opened her mouth firmly. "Actually, I was thinking of looking for you myself... But that lunatic Dumbledore watched me too closely, so I had no choice but to find Pettigrew... I thought, you must be in urgent need of someone's assistance at this time── As he said, he gave Peter a vicious look, which made him shrink back from the heart. "I didn't expect this idiot to spend so long..."

No, in fact, Peter's efficiency this time was unprecedentedly high. It took him almost no time to find Voldemort, because she gave Peter very clear clues because of Harry's dream, so naturally it didn't take much time. But Voldemort didn't know about it, and of course they had to make him think that they'd been looking for him tirelessly all this time and had only recently managed to find him.

That mass, no, Voldemort chuckled. "You're too harsh...Tahlia...Mr. Pettigrew could have done it...even got me this...destroyed body..."

He was very satisfied. Although it was a waste that Tahlia did not come in person, but it finally came in handy, didn't he?

Let him no longer have to hide in the animal's body...

But even so, it can't change the fact that the woman in front of her has lived through this period of time comfortably, but she can only linger on her last days.

"In comparison...you don't seem to have contributed at all...my good girl..." Voldemort said jokingly, making Tahlia's nerves tense subconsciously. "Peter... maybe you'd like to... do me a... favor?"

Peter froze for a moment, but quickly drew his wand from his arms.

Voldemort laughed a few times. "It seems...Mr. Pettigrew...has finally learned...some...things..."

Peter raised his hand slowly, and his wand pointed to Tahlia who was lying on the ground.

He would have hesitated.

But at this moment, only what Tahlia told him earlier appeared clearly in his mind──

"If Voldemort asks you to cast a spell on me later, you just do it..." she said back then, smiling, as if what she was talking about was easy. "I can stand it."

Tahlia...holds it.

He never doubted it.

"Crucio."

Red light shoots out.

After casting the spell, Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and Tahlia really looked fine, just a little weaker, unlike anyone he'd imagined earlier being tortured to the point of insanity by that man.

But the words that came into his ears after that surprised him.

"Why did you stop?" Voldemort's cold voice pierced his ears. "I didn't say...you...can stop...Wormtail..."

"I..." Peter panicked completely, and the hand holding the wand began to tremble, but he couldn't raise it towards Tahlia anymore.

"Pettigrew, I didn't expect that you couldn't even meet the Lord's request..." Tahlia's cold voice wafted into his ears, Peter looked over in disbelief, and what he saw was that she was also staring straight at him, as if There was a vague message... Continue──

continue……?

Peter raised his wand absentmindedly, and said the spell again.

I don't know how many times, I seem to hear screams in my ears, but he has completely lost control of his body, and he just maintains the posture of holding the wand stiffly, mechanically chanting the same spell over and over again .

In the end, even he didn't know how long it took, and he even felt like he couldn't see where Tahlia was in front of him, and he was just thinking...reading...reading...

Then his legs gave way and he sat down on the ground.

After refocusing his gaze, he saw that the petite body that was now Voldemort had a morbidly satisfied expression on his face, and he himself was covered in sweat, as if the constant casting of spells just now had consumed all his strength...

"I think...that's enough..." Voldemort finally spoke, finally stopping Peter from continuing his inhuman behavior. "You said...was it... Tahlia?"

No response.

It was only then that Peter found out in horror that Tahlia was paralyzed on the ground, her limbs twitching, it was a miracle that she hadn't passed out, and she didn't have any strength to answer the man's question.

Voldemort didn't expect any response, as if he knew this would happen, he slowly waved his broken arm. "Leave her alone... Wormtail... I'm tired..." he said.

And Peter gently picked up the broken body almost reflexively, walked away from this place that could barely be called the living room, stepped into a small room further inside, and placed Voldemort on a bed inside, almost before he lay down. At that moment, the little body closed its eyes.

Knowing that Voldemort was already in a coma, Peter was hit hard in the head...

Merlin... Tahlia!

Anxiously rushing back to the room just now, seeing Tahlia still lying on the ground, the difference is that she no longer twitches uncontrollably, but Peter will not be relieved by this, because she has completely lost consciousness, her face is pale Okay, in a cold sweat...

What on earth has he done!

"Tahlia?" He called softly, knelt down slowly, stretched out his hand and patted Tahlia's cheek carefully, and then panicked again in an instant.

Her whole body was burning like a fever, he was sure that she definitely had a severe fever... But now they are in this deep forest, where can he find medicine to reduce the fever?

No, he has to calm down...

Tahlia needs help, and the only one who can help her now is himself, so he needs to cheer up...

He can!

After thinking for a while, he tore off a corner of the robe, quickly ran to the stream not far outside to soak the cloth, and then hurried back to make Tahlia lie down, folded the cold wet cloth and put it away On her forehead, sitting on the side and paying attention at any time, planning to change the water immediately after the temperature of the cloth changes...

Please wake up... Tahlia...

Peter kept praying in his heart, after all, after the man woke up, he would no longer be able to take care of her like this... Although the time of the man's sleep was much longer than the time of waking, he estimated that the man was Won't be waking up again, considering it seemed hours had passed...

Merlin... for hours...

He actually continued to cast the spell for such a long time...

He never wants to do this again...

It seemed that Merlin finally answered the prayer in his heart. Not long after, he went outside to change the water twice, and Tahlia slowly opened his eyes.

"You're awake..." Seeing this, Peter hurriedly put down the wet cloth he was about to put on Tahlia's forehead, and shouted in a low voice.

Tahlia blinked again, before struggling to sit up, speaking hoarsely. "Where's Lord?"

"Inside." Peter pointed his chin towards the closed door inside. "He's too weak . . . so little waking time—"

"Really..." Tahlia nodded slowly, then, looking at Peter, smiled weakly. "I gotta say, you're doing really well..."

Peter shook his head vigorously. "No... I—"

"You succeeded in granting his wish, didn't you?" Tahlia was still smiling. "Maybe when he wakes up, he won't be interested in torturing me anymore—"

She knew that Voldemort had a great time watching this scene, and after that, Voldemort who was in a good mood was definitely more persuasive... If he already knew about his raising Harry, she deceived it with the excuse that there was a loophole There is also a greater chance of--

If she deliberately ignored her barely holding on to maintain a clear consciousness, or her body covered in nausea, the most she should do now was to wait quietly, waiting for Voldemort to wake up.

Waiting for her to succeed in convincing Voldemort.

Or wait, another round of Cruciatus—of course, it may also be the dazzling green light that has already taken countless lives.