"Take your ......" Harry quickly turned around and waved his wand, but the rat-like man on the other side was faster than him.

A flash of red flashed by, and Harry's wand flew out.

He covered his right hand and saw Peter Pettigrew curled up in the corner, his wand trembling at him.

"Wormtail!" Harry said softly, his voice full of disdain and contempt, more surprised than the anger of seeing the traitor who betrayed his parents again, and the anger of his wand being knocked away by Peter Pettigrew, who had not died until now.

The last time Harry heard from Sirius Pettigrew that he was dying, four years ago that the dark magic he had cast had gone out of control, causing a massive explosion that cost him his entire right arm, and then being attacked by countless eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

On that night, Peter Pettigrew's body was riddled with holes.

If it weren't for Evan using the Time Turner to get him back, he would have died in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest by now.

And, not only the physical damage, Sirius's anger and subsequent imprisonment in the wizarding prison of Azkaban and his daily torture by the Dementors almost killed him. Even if it wasn't, it was a matter of time, and everyone thought so.

He didn't live long, and every extra day would be a pain more unbearable for him than death.

But I really didn't expect that he would survive it.

Voldemort rescued him from Azkaban and readmitted him.

Peter Pettigrew is now back as a member of the Death Eaters, remaining at Malfoy Manor to guard Ron.

It is a great irony to guard his former "master".

In order to escape Sirius's revenge, Peter Pettigrew hid in the Weasley house as a mouse for thirteen years, and for quite a while, he was Ron's pet. Perhaps it was with this in mind that Voldemort gave him such a task, which I have to say is really full of bad taste.

Opposite Harry, in the dimly lit corner of the Chamber of Secrets, Peter Pettigrew stood cowering, his face full of fear and surprise.

He knocked Harry's wand away, but it didn't seem to give him much security.

Peter Pettigrew was far more frightened by Harry's sudden appearance than the other Death Eaters, and even Harry himself.

He never dreamed that he would meet Harry again here in such a way.

"Hah, Harry Potter!" Peter Pettigrew said in a shrill voice, "why are you here?"

"I'm here to save Ron. Harry replied bluntly, "I think Sirius would be happy to know that you're here too, Wormtail." ”

Peter Pettigrew shuddered at Sirius' name, and he said in horror, "No, Harry, you can't ......"

"What's wrong with Ron?" Harry interrupted impatiently.

"It's the Dark Lord's magic. Peter Pettigrew gasped, his disgusting eyes rolling around.

He seemed to have just realized that Harry was the only one here, and he had just knocked off the other party's wand, and he was facing Harry without a wand in his hand, and there was no way Harry could do anything to him, and he grabbed Harry Potter, it was so incredible, as long as he handed it over to Voldemort, he would be rewarded like never before.

"What about the others, Harry, just you, aren't you?" Peter Pettigrew asked, "The great Harry Potter came here alone to save his friend......

He asked, holding his wand and walking tentatively towards Harry.

His body left the shadows in the corner, and Harry narrowed his eyes at Peter Pettigrew.

The other party's body is too eye-catching, his whole body is covered by a black robe, compared with the haggard face, not only is not thin, but it is a lot fatter than when we met a few years ago, and the fat is abnormal, which makes people feel very weird at a glance.

Yes, it's weird, it's weird.

The sense of disobedience that had been felt when he touched Ron just now rose in Harry's heart once again.

He looked at the strange worm tail in front of him, wondering why he had become fat.

You know, Sirius was able to leave Azkaban back then, mainly because he was so thin, thin enough to get out of the iron door of the cell where he was held, and Harry had never seen any wizards who were imprisoned in Azkaban get fatter, especially like Peter Pettigrew who was now so fat.

He pointed his wand in his left hand at Harry, and his severed right arm seemed to recover.

But Peter Pettigrew didn't seem to want to use this hand, he hid it completely in his sleeve, and hid it tightly.

"Your right hand is restored?" Harry asked nonchalantly, distracting the other.

He didn't answer Peter Pettigrew's question directly, hoping to stall for time and find an opportunity.

The scar on his head ached one at a time, and it made Harry feel bad.

"Yes, the Dark Lord has given me a great reward. Wormtail gasped, "He gave me a new body......"

"Why?" asked Harry aloud, "why did he do that, and who did you betray?"

He couldn't see what meaning a wizard like Wormtail meant to Voldemort, why did Voldemort consume mana to reshape his body?!

"It's a great honor......," Peter said insincerely, and there seemed to be a little more of that containment of fear in his sharp voice, "you don't understand, Harry, you don't understand what happened to me, and you don't understand how powerful and incredible the Dark Lord's magic is. ”

"Humph!" Harry snorted disdainfully, "You just know too much to betray my parents seventeen years ago." ”

"I have no other choice!" Peter Pettigrew shouted, "I'm not as powerful as them, I don't want to die, I have no other choice, then and now, it's the only way I've avoided death." Come on, son, now you should tell me, are you alone?"

"Evan and Sirius, they're out there, and they could come down at any moment......"

As soon as Harry's words fell, he took advantage of the moment when the other man relaxed, and he pounced on the wormtail that had already arrived in front of him.

With one hand, he gripped Wormtail's wand's arm tightly, forcing it to lift it upwards, while the other hand wrestled with the other.

Harry threw his fists with all his strength, Sirius's special training had worked on him during this time, and he couldn't hold out for that long before.

Wormtail's wand sparks, but there is no way to use magic.

He seemed to be about to be subdued by Harry, but his right arm, which had been hanging down at his side, suddenly floated up.

That's right, just floated up, at a very weird angle......