"What are you looking for me for?" Pettigrew gasped violently and said, "I've already lost, I've lost completely, I just want to find a place to survive, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Lingering? This sentence is a bit insincere, isn't it, your master is coming soon, don't you hurry up and take refuge? Phyllis said with a smile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pettigrew jerked his head up, but quickly lowered it again, saying, "No, I don't have that heart anymore, I just want to spend the rest of my time in peace." ”

Phyllis looked at him with a sharp gaze and said, "You really think so, if you think so, why did you do that in the first place." ”

Pettigrew didn't speak, just curled up and hid under a large tree in silence.

It's really a headache to face such a guy who doesn't eat oil and salt, but he can't show it on the surface, Phyllis held an umbrella and said lightly: "You have no way out now, as a dead person, you can't go out into the sun for the rest of your life, you can only be a mouse, hide in a dark corner for a lifetime, until you die silently, and you have to endure many people chasing and killing during this period, such as the big dog." ”

I don't know if it was because I thought of my tragic fate, or if it was just because it was too painful and cold to be hit by the rain, Pettigrew began to shiver.

It's good to have a reaction, if she really says a lot of words and doesn't give any reaction, Phyllis can only kill him, it's nothing for her to die alone, but Pettigrew is obviously an important character who is deeply involved in many things, and it's a pity to die here like this.

Phyllis continued, "Your only hope now is to take refuge in your old master, the remnant of Voldemort, and only then can you continue to live with some meaning. ”

Pettigrew glanced up at Phyllis and whispered, "His Highness the Dark Lord doesn't need people like me around him, it's because of my whistleblowing that he became like this." Although it was not Pettigrew's fault, objectively his whistleblowing triggered the rest of the matter, Voldemort was not a reasonable, open-minded and tolerant person, as a moody Dark Lord, it was common for him to take his mistakes out on others, so even if there was no place for him outside, Pettigrew still did not dare to return to Voldemort's side. After such a long period of wandering, Pettigrew had figured out a lot of things, after he betrayed the Potters to Voldemort, he was no longer of any use, and there was no shortage of incompetent mediocre people like him among the Death Eaters, and the Dark Lord would not care about this kind of person.

Phyllis said, "I can help you." ”

"Help me? How can it help? Pettigrew seemed to feel some kind of hope in a trembling voice, but quickly lowered his head again and muttered, "No, you won't help me, you're a professor at Hogwarts, how can you help me a Death Eater, you won't help me, you're just lying to me, I have nothing to deceive, really, I don't know anything, I don't know anything." ”

"Since I said to help you, I will definitely do it." Phyllis said with a grim face, waving her wand, and the gray-black tattered robe worn by Pettigrew shattered directly, revealing her bloated and pale upper body.

Phyllis used her wand to write ancient magic words in mid-air, and black scorch marks appeared on Pettigrew's back, and a faint smell of burnt could be smelled, as if a red-hot steel bar was writing on his back.

The sharp pain in his back caused Pettigrew to howl violently, and he rolled on the ground, dimmering his back in small puddles of water on the ground, but it didn't alleviate the burning pain in the slightest.

Seeing Pettigrew's appearance, the corners of Phyllis's mouth hooked, revealing a slight sneer, and slashed the last magic text hard, and Pettigrew couldn't help but let out another scream.

Phyllis said: "This is an ancient magic, with the help of 'blood bones', 'enemy blood' and 'servant's flesh' can be reshaped into a body, I think Voldemort will use this, bring this magic over, Voldemort will naturally reuse you." ”

Pettigrew was lying in a puddle of water, his face was as white as a piece of paper, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to die. The lines of magic that Phyllis branded on his back not only burned his skin, but also burned his soul, which means that these lines of magic were not only burned on his body, but also on his soul, and since then Pettigrew has also learned this magic. This method of teaching magic was also invented by ancient wizards, although it is simple and clear, but the damage to the soul is too great, even if you can survive it, you will have to suffer a lot of vitality, and you will lose a few years of life.

This magic is indeed what Phyllis saw in an ancient notebook, although the magic itself is also rare, but Phyllis believes that Voldemort should also know, after all, it is he who lost his body, and he may have bothered to reshape his body in recent years. However, such a powerful spell cannot be cast by anyone, which requires the caster to have extremely delicate spellcasting methods and strong magical power. Now, Phyllis has imprinted this magic on Pettigrew's soul in the most brutal way possible, believing that Voldemort will extract the magic from Pettigrew's soul.

Phyllis walked over and kicked him, saying, "Don't play dead, go quickly, Voldemort probably can't wait." ”

At this moment, there was a sound of glass shattering, and the magic barrier that Phyllis hastily set up was broken from the outside, and a large wolf dog with light eyes and black curly fur walked slowly.

Seeing Sirius, Phyllis couldn't care about Pettigrew anymore, and she said viciously: "Sirius Black, you actually escaped last time, and I won't let you go again this time." ”

Phyllis yelled angrily, as if she had really become a wizard dedicated to the people, but Sirius ignored Phyllis completely, staring at Peter Pettigrew who was curled up in a puddle with a pair of eyes. This is his best friend from his school days, and it is he who betrays his trust, sends both Jaime and Lily to death, and sends himself to Azkaban, where he spent twelve years of painful time, and now, the time has come to pay off his debts.

Pettigrew also seemed to feel the gaze behind him that was about to condense into substance, he slowly turned his head, saw this good friend from his school days, and also saw the eyes full of hatred, suddenly screamed, turned into a mouse and fled quickly.

Sirius was about to chase after her, but was blocked by Phyllis, who said, "Hold it back, Sirius." With that, she waved her wand, wrote a line of script, turned into a golden hummingbird, and flew towards Sirius.

Sirius took on a human form, drew his wand and waved it vigorously, shouting, "Get out!" A black beam of light flashed, scattering several hummingbirds.

But the hummingbird, reduced to golden shards, did not disappear, and soon reassembled into a hummingbird, and rushed towards Sirius like a large bullet.

Sirius didn't know how to crack this strange and powerful magic, and he wanted to chase Peter Pettigrew as soon as possible. Soon, Sirius had several deep wounds on his body, including the one on his left shoulder, which was even deep in the bone.

It was not for nothing to pay such a big price, those golden hummingbirds had been completely defeated, but after such a long delay, Peter Pettigrew had already run away without a trace.

Sirius glared at Phyllis and asked, "Why did you let him go, why did you stop me?!" ”

"Why?" Phyllis said, "You're a fugitive Azkaban, why do you think I'm stopping you?" I really didn't expect to be escaped by you last time, but this time, you don't want to run away again! ”

Phyllis pointed her wand at Sirius, then pulled it up with all her might, and ropes flew out of the low-lying water.

Sirius frantically fended with his wand a few times, but was still firmly bound by the rope made of water.

Phyllis gave Sirius a strange look, his strength seemed to have weakened a lot, she walked over and was about to take a good look, when suddenly, Sirius broke the rope open, and he turned into a wolf again, and pounced on Phyllis.

Suddenly encountering this change, Phyllis didn't have time to react in time, so she could only retreat in a panic and almost fell to the ground.

Sirius ignored her and chased her in the direction of Pettigrew's escape.

Damn, how did this happen, Phyllis cursed in her heart, quickly stood up and chased after her.

……

Phyllis wasn't lucky, but Sirius was lucky, and by the time he caught up with Pettigrew, he was confronting Lupin.

"He's here to kill me again!" Peter Pettigrew suddenly pointed at Blake and screamed. "He killed Lily and Jaime, and now he's going to kill me...... You've got to help me, Lupin......"

Sirius Black stood up, his unfathomable eyes glaring at Peter Pettigrew, his face more skeletal than ever.

"Until we figure out a few things, no one wants to kill you." Lu Hu said.

"Getting things straight?" Peter Pettigrew screamed, looking around again, as if he was running away, but his body was too weak, and he said a little nervously, "I know he's chasing me!" I know he's coming back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years!"

"Did you know Sirius was going to escape Azkaban?" Lupin frowned and said, "Didn't no one escape before?"

"He has evil spells that the rest of us can only dream of!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, "How else would he have escaped from there?" I guess the guy who can't even mention his name once taught him some tricks!"

Blake began to laugh, a terrible, joyless laugh that filled the room, "Voldemort, teach me tricks?"

Peter Pettigrew winced, as if Blake had whipped him.

"What? Are you afraid to hear the name of your old master?" Blake said, "I don't blame you, Peter. His men don't like you very much, do they?"

"I don't know—what are you talking about, Sirius—" Peter Pettigrew muttered, sweating faster, his whole face now sweaty.

"For twelve years, you haven't been hiding from me." "You've been hiding from Voldemort's former supporters," Blake said. I've heard something about Azkaban. Peter...... They all think you're dead, or you have to give them an explanation...... I heard them screaming in their dreams, saying all sorts of things. It sounds like they think the liar has lied to them. Voldemort got to Potter's house based on your information...... Voldemort missed there. Voldemort's supporters didn't all end up in Azkaban, did they? There are many more here, waiting for the moment, pretending that they have recognized their mistakes...... If only they got the news. Knowing you're alive, Peter......"

"No, the Dark Lord...... The mystery man won't let them do that," Peter Pettigrew said again, his voice sharper than before. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up at Lupin, "You don't believe this madman, Lupin, he killed someone, just this year." ”

Lupin frowned at Pettigrew's accusations, Sirius accidentally caused the death of a student at Hogwarts, which was indeed unacceptable to him, but now was not the time to talk about it, he said blandly, "I must admit, Peter, I don't understand: why an innocent man would spend twelve years working as a mouse." ”

"Innocent, but frightened!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, "If Voldemort's supporters are chasing me, it's because I got one of their best people to Azkaban - that spy, Sirius Black!"

"How dare you say that," Blake's face contorted. He roared, sounding like a dog the size of a bear, "Me, Voldemort's spy? When do I sneak around around with people who are much stronger than me and who have a lot of influence over me? But you, Peter—I don't understand why I didn't recognize you as the spy in the first place. You've always liked friends who are stronger than you so they can take care of you, haven't you? It has always been our ...... before Me and Lupin ...... And Jaime ......"

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breath almost out of breath, "Me? Spies...... You must be crazy...... Never...... I don't understand how you can say such a ......."

"It's only because of my suggestion that Lily and Jaime let you be their secret keepers." Blake gritted his teeth, saying so fiercely that Peter Pettigrew took a step back, "I thought it was the best plan...... It's a clever idea...... Voldemort would definitely come after me, and it would never have occurred to me that they would take advantage of something as weak and stupid as you...... You tell Voldemort that you can hand over the Potters to him, and that moment must be the proudest moment of your poor life. (To be continued.) )