Mrs. Peter was no longer surprised by this hellish scene, but she felt a pang of distress when she thought of her child being held here for seven days...

"You'd better hurry, I'll only give you ten minutes!" The Aurors opened the door and said impatiently to Madame Peter.

Although the money is collected, no normal person will want to stay in this kind of ghost place for too long, and it will definitely go insane, become crazy and stupid...

Thinking of this, the Auror glanced at the little Pettigrew in the cell with pity.

At this time, Pettigrew was curled up, trembling all the time, muttering some inexplicable words in his mouth, and he didn't even react when he saw Madame Peter, the mother, come in.

The Aurors knew very well what was going on, the poor man had been cleansed of his memory with an amnesia charm, and had the Dementors tortured him so badly that he couldn't remember anything now.

Death may be a relief...

The Auror sighed silently in his heart.

But sympathy is sympathy, and in the consideration of duty, he still stood still, staring at the two of them, lest they play any tricks.

Mrs. Peter couldn't hold back any longer, lying on Pettigrew's body and crying in a low voice, talking about some short things in the family, maybe hoping to awaken the other party's memory, but Pettigrew had a blank look...

"Alright, it's almost time, ma'am, we should go!" Ten minutes later, the Aurors hardened his heart and interrupted the meeting between mother and son.

"Sir... Give me some more time... Please! Lady Peter said, sobbing.

The Auror shook his head, not that he didn't want to, but that it was time for Pettigrew to be executed!

Sure enough, after this little delay, two more Aurors came over, and they were a little helpless when they saw this situation.

After a private conversation between the three Aurors, they forcibly pulled Madame Peter, who was reluctant to leave, and the two Aurors moved to drag Pettigrew away.

If you want to deal with ordinary criminals, you don't need the Aurors to intervene, just leave the whole process to the Dementors.

But Pettigrew is different, he is one of the rare criminals who can use Animagus, and there is a certain risk to the control of the Dementors, so the Aurors need to supervise the whole process to ensure that he dies under the kiss of the Dementors!

Not to mention that the magic handcuffs worn on Pettigrew's hands are very precious, and they can block the operation of magic power, and someone needs to recover them!

Seeing Pettigrew being forcibly pulled away, Lady Peter broke down on her knees and began to cry.

The Auror shook his head and sighed, whispered a few words of reassurance, and waited until Madame Peter's mood was better before speaking.

"Madame, it's time for us to go!"

Madame Peter wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded tremblingly.

The Auror turned his head helplessly, ready to lead the way in front.

However, just as he turned around, Madame Peter's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she threw up her crutches and said viciously!

"Faint!"

A low, hoarse voice rang out in the hallway outside the cell.

The Aurors reacted when they heard the voice, but Madame Peter's previous disguise made him let his guard down, and he didn't expect the other party to attack at all. So much so that as soon as he drew his wand, he was hit by a beam of light, and his body hit the wall, and he immediately lost consciousness.

And on his right hand, he is still wearing protective gloves, but unfortunately it takes direct eye contact with the other person's eyes to work...

Having knocked down the Auror, Madame Peter took out a bottle of potion from her pocket, then plucked one of Aurors' hair, put it in the reagent, and waited for the potion to change color, then poured it down!

The next moment, the effect of the compound decoction began to work, and Madame Peter's face distorted, and her body slowly pulled up and deformed...

When this change gradually stabilized, Mrs. Peter immediately felt that her brand new body was so young... Strong... Energetic!

Even the blurred vision brightened.

Considering the limited time, Madame Peter quickly got used to it, quickly stripped off the Auror's clothes, and then threw the other party back into the empty cell, and hurried to the execution site!

From what she learned, her child was executed at noon, which means that there are still ten minutes at most!

Since only the Dementors guarded the interior of Azkaban, Lady Peter went all the way,

After all, these monsters can't see through the disguise of the Polyjuice Potion, and the Aurors are staying at the island's lookout, and they won't come to this place full of Dementors to suffer without important things.

This made Madame Peter's actions much easier, and she managed to get to the field before noon.

The execution took place in an open field, with Pettigrew standing in the middle of the flat ground with two Aurors, and the sky of the island was black, and countless Dementors roamed the clouds excitedly, waiting to enjoy their meal.

Soul devouring was considered by wizards to be extremely evil, so prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban were rarely executed, and the Dementors often did not encounter such an opportunity for years, and they became agitated.

They all want to fight for the opportunity to suck souls...

It's just that they can't get an order, and they don't dare to do it, so they can only be far away...

The two Aurors standing below grumbled in low voices, and although the Dementors didn't have the courage to absorb their emotions, they felt cold and uncomfortable just staying here.

While complaining, the two of them also noticed Madame Peter, who was walking towards him.

"Jack, why did you come along?" A tall, thin Auror frowned and asked curiously.

"It's not the damn old woman just now, but she wants me to give the prisoner a sock that she worn, saying that this thing will make life down there better...", Madame Peter, who is so old and so old, made up a reason casually.

"What kind of mess is this? How come I haven't heard of such rumors..."The tall and thin Auror shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Madame Peter suspiciously, and continued.

"Honestly, how much money do you really charge people?"

"How much do you expect that old woman to come up with? No matter how much you loot, it's only a dozen Galleons! Madame Peter pretended to be disdainful.

"Tut-tut... You're still ruthless! The other Auror looked at his colleague like scum.

The tall and thin Auror was a little suspicious, although Jack usually likes to be greedy for small gains, but not so ruthless that an old witch who is about to lose a child can scavenge a sum of money.

Or did you think you had misjudged him before?

"Two Galleons for one person, give me a face, how about doing this disgusting thing for me? The old woman said she had to put it on him! ”

Mrs. Peter took out the stinking sock, put on a look of disgust, and asked.