"Shh

It was a cold cavern surrounded by stalactite-like black rocks, and droplets of water flowed down the rocks, splashing and ticking on the ground, which was particularly harsh in the silence.

"Are you awake?Wormtail?" a cold voice rang in Peter Pettigrew's ears.

The man lying on the ground was a spirit, and immediately rolled up from the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet in fear.

Voldemort was sitting on a stone chair, presumably Transfigurative, and the Dark Lord was coldly looking at Peter Pettigrew at his feet.

"My resurrection is over, isn't it? I was beaten like a lost dog by that odious old man, Voldemort had never been so humiliated, and I would wash away this hatred with blood. ”

"Master, this is only a temporary mistake on your part, and soon I will get used to this body. Peter Pettigrew said flatteringly.

"Funny, you're not only stupid, you're also forgetful, Wormtail, have you forgotten something?" Voldemort asked coldly.

Peter Pettigrew shuddered again.

"The blood of the enemy?" muttered Voldemort. "I think using Harry Potter's blood as a medicine will give me more power than I already have, and I don't have a more important enemy to me. ”

But to Voldemort's consternation, what he didn't expect was that the servant's flesh and bones were stained with the blood of the servant, and what he didn't expect was that his servant actually regarded him as an enemy. ”

"I messed up all my plans because of you, Wormtail. Voldemort's voice was frighteningly cold.

"Forgive me, master, forgive me. Peter Pettigrew began to weave tears and snot on his face, unspeakably disgusting, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

He struggled to crawl towards Voldemort's feet, hoping to seek mercy from his master.

"Nagini, you're still blessed after all, aren't you?" Voldemort shifted his foot to avoid Peter Pettigrew's plea.

The ferocious python was already wriggling, and the body attached to the snake's head began to wrap around Peter Pettigrew's calf.

"Master, no, master, I'm still useful, I'm still useful, please, give your faithful servant another chance!" Peter Pettigrew begged for mercy incoherently, but his body didn't dare to resist in the slightest.

This will only lead to faster death.

"Faithful? That's the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard. Voldemort stretched out his pale, slender fingers and looked silently, no longer glancing at the wretched creature of stock.

Calves, thighs, waist... Around his neck, Nagini's cold body kept gliding, winding upwards, and making close contact with Peter Pettigrew's body.

"Lord... Peter Pettigrew only felt a slippery and cold touch coming from his neck, Nagini's body had almost wrapped Peter's whole person, and Peter Pettigrew only showed his head at this time.

He felt that his lungs had begun to gradually lose their function, and he could no longer breathe the air from the outside world, and his originally pale face had now turned a painful purple red like pig's liver.

Nagini began to shrink her body.

"Alas. Voldemort sighed, "Over the years, I've not only been thinking about how to make a comeback, but I'm also thinking about another question, how can I make people suffer the most?

"Drill heart mantra? No, it just magnifies the pain that people feel countless times, and the nerves will become numb after the pain is extreme, um... It seems that this is the case, I have met several such disobedient wizards, with amazing willpower, I tortured them with the "Drill Heart Curse", and they were able to bear it without begging for mercy, until in the end, it seemed that they did not feel pain, even if they were enemies, but they still won the respect of Voldemort. ”

"Then I wondered what physical pain was compared to mental pain?" Voldemort began to triumphantly recall his past.

"For me, death is the most painful thing to be, how shameful it is, how frightening. Voldemort's slender fingers clenched into fists at this point.

"But stupid people, they don't seem to think so, they think that such ethereal things as "love", "sacrifice" and so much so can triumph over death?"

"If so, why did the boy's parents still die, why didn't they completely defeat me and give me a chance to survive?" Voldemort didn't seem to care about remembering that humiliating past.

"Well, let me get back to the point, after all, you don't have much time left in your life. Voldemort sneered, his dark eyes staring at Peter Pettigrew who was entwined, "I just said that physical torture alone doesn't seem to be the extreme, right?"

"Those hard bones... Even if the Piercing Heart Curse is cast, he will not beg for mercy..."Voldemort's pale face showed an expression of extreme pleasure, and he laughed hideously.

"I cast a Reimburser Curse on them, and they killed each other, and then lifted them after they had each suffered fatal injuries. ”

"It's funny that the comrades-in-arms who fought together, the wizards who advocated sacrifice and dedication, killed their comrades with their own hands. ”

"The expression of despair, shock, pain, and helplessness is hard to describe, but I can smell a certain smell of hatred in the air at that time, hate me, or hate myself?"

Voldemort shook his head, "I don't know. A cold voice echoed through the cavern.

"Ah, I seem to have started a new way of doing it today. Voldemort's slender pale fingers clasped a black stone in front of him with a dull sound.

"Mind Curse on you?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew and shook his head again, "It's a bit of a waste, I suspect you can't take it at all, and then you pass out, which doesn't serve my purpose of punishing you." ”

"Nagini's strength will be controlled, he will not strangle you to death all at once, you can rest assured, you will feel your life passing bit by bit in the process of extreme sobriety, which should be the most suitable punishment for you who betrayed your friends because of greed for life and fear of death. ”

"Betrayal didn't bring you a good future either, because of your stupidity, right?"

Peter Pettigrew's eyeballs were frighteningly swollen and bloodshot as if they would be squeezed out and fall to the ground at any moment, and his body began to rattle and rattle, which was the beginning of the misalignment of the bones under the influence of Nagini's entanglement.

He was only halfway through his plea for mercy when he was stopped by the body of the snake that was wrapped more tightly.

"Sting. "Maybe it's the sound of bones breaking.

Peter Pettigrew, who had not resisted, actually began to shake his hands at this time, and struggled as hard as he could.

But it was in vain.

Most wizards, after losing their wands, are no different from Muggles, or even worse behaved, because they are accustomed to relying on supernatural powers to solve life's minor problems.

If Nagini had a chance to escape when he first wrapped himself around Peter's body, then now, when Nagini was wrapped around Peter's neck, Peter had been sentenced to death even when Voldemort was not present.

The flame of survival in Peter Pettigrew's cloudy eyes began to die out, and he felt that he had completely lost the ability to breathe, he had lost the ability to think, and instinctively tried to untie part of Nagini's body that was locked around his neck with his hands, but he couldn't move at all.

Because his hands have long been imprisoned.

"I'll go out and get some air, Nagini, remember to eat clean, I'll be back later and take care of something else." Voldemort glanced at Peter Pettigrew, then tapped his wand in a dull way, and a stone door opened, and the man dragged his robes out.

"Uh... Ahh

An ugly soul quietly annihilated in a grotto that no one knows.