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The guy found the only safe area in the area that wouldn't be stepped into by the ghouls, or some kind of magic, and dispeld the ghouls, and they managed to avoid all the ghouls where they hid in the first place.

They hid there until daytime, when all the dark creatures had faded, and they dared to come out. Later, back at Hogwarts, no one had said anything about it, and in Sirius's words, the dark and evil place had been guarded by the Centaur tribe.

"I'll just shake that bell......" Peter licked his lips again, he was a little nervous, you know, it was about sixty meters away from the dry well.

However, this was not much of a difficulty, but his usual timidity still made him very fearful in his heart, and a pair of hands reaching out from the ground was still very intimidating to Peter.

However, even if he is afraid, he has to move forward, he wants to live strongly, he wants to live under the sun.

Peter gritted his teeth secretly, he seemed to have decided something, his face was a little hideous, Voldemort told him the way to get in, of course, it was only the way, and everything after entering was up to him.

He stepped into the black area with one foot.

Immediately afterward, Peter felt the ground beneath his feet resemble a boiling crucible, and the solid layer of soil began to shake in a much stronger reaction than the one they had encountered as a student.

Voldemort hadn't deceived him, and the situation here was exactly as it knew, except for a more violent reaction......

However, Peter, who was still a student, was able to cross such a long period of black forbidden area with Sirius and Lupin, and even a little fierce resistance could not be difficult for him.

Peter didn't pause at all, as long as he shook the bell, he could safely enter the ruins of Voldemort from the well, and where he could get the kind of strength that far surpassed that of ordinary wizards, just like the original Voldemort.

In Peter's mind, he had to be at least able to stand up to an Auror head-on......

I don't know if Voldemort would laugh if he knew what he thought?

Peter thought as he ran briskly towards the dry well, he was so fast that you could hardly imagine that Peter's fat body could burst out at such a speed.

The ghouls in the ground had just gotten up, but before they could touch the other bodies with their corrupt claws, Peter had already swerved left and right, and from time to time, Peter would release one or two obstacle charms with his bare hands to separate the ghouls from his body, which slowed Peter's speed a little.

Overall, though, he was safe, at least none of the filthy ghouls touched his body.

Finally, he was less than a meter away from the bell.

Peter touched the bell that was not very high, but it made no sound.

This startled Peter, and he looked back sharply. Although the wind chimes didn't ring, the rotting corpses seemed to have heard something terrifying.

The soul flame that was originally burning in the eye socket seemed to be violently shaken by something, and then quickly dimmed, as if it had encountered some natural enemy.

All of the undead ghouls chose to dive into the black dirt the moment they shook the bell.

Peter nodded in satisfaction, and at this point, he knew that Voldemort must be telling the truth, and it seemed that he was only one step away from success, as long as he entered the dry well......

That's right, just enter that dry well......

Peter repeated, as if he were a demonic barrier, his eyes constantly wandering between the bell and the wellhead.

He knew that this bell had a very powerful soul-calming function, even if he didn't gain anything in the well, as long as he got this bell, he wouldn't go home empty-handed.

Just do what you say.

Peter stretched out his hand, the material of the thing tied to the bell was already indistinguishable, and Peter just tugged the bronze bell and fell into his hand.

He could use this thing to go to Egypt, where is the world of the undead, but the thing in his hand has a restraining effect on these undead, and he doesn't understand why Voldemort didn't take this thing.

Perhaps Voldemort didn't understand the use of the bell, and according to the tone Voldemort told him at the time, it seemed to be a key to enter, and it didn't seem like Voldemort had the opportunity to return again.

Anyway, this thing is his now, according to the ritual of the mouse, this thing is his, I licked it!

Peter wiped the mottled rust on it with his sleeve, but it didn't help, it was also the trace that the years had brought to the brass bell, and it took a lot of effort for him to wipe it off, and there were dense magic patterns on it, which was a rare wealth, even if it was a replica, selling an Egyptian alchemist was also a considerable wealth, you know, those alchemists were not short of money.

Peter laughed twice, in his opinion, he has to go to Egypt once, maybe it would be good to live there directly, he can live quite nourishingly, and most importantly, he can stay away from Voldemort and Dumbledore, these two leaders of the wizarding world put too much pressure on him, like two sharp knives hanging over his head!

Peter didn't want to think about these two guys, what he was doing now was stealing the private wealth of one of them, maybe Voldemort had forgotten about it, who knows?

Peter put the bell away contentedly, and he shook it very hard, and the ground, which had been shaking a little, finally calmed down, and Peter turned his gaze to the mouth of the well with satisfaction.

He was about to jump from here in a moment, the stone wall of the wellhead had already been eroded at will, he kicked it, and a rock with floating ash fell down the well.

After about a few seconds, the sound of stones hitting the ground came from the bottom of the well, which was about a few dozen meters deep.

This is obviously not normal for a normal well, which is a bit too deep.

However, this is still nothing for a wizard, and Voldemort has gone down, so the air and magic needed to survive are obviously not to be considered.

Peter stood beside him, looking at the swarthy well, and he unconsciously felt a little frightened in his heart, what if he didn't succeed in releasing the levitation charm before he hit the ground.

He felt that the mouth of the well was like a passage to another world, so black that it seemed to swallow him.

Peter was a little frightened, his face turned a little pale, he put his hand in his pocket and touched the bell in his pocket, and then he touched his face with his outstretched hand.

Years of changes in Animagus made his face gray and rough, and he suddenly felt a little strange about his body, and he habitually touched his face, but he did not touch the beard of an animal.

He finally came to his senses, he squeezed himself hard, and took two steps forward.

"Just jump from here, and I'll have strength...... "I want to ...... Living in the sun, I ...... I'm a respected wizard and I don't want to be overwhelmed by those who don't think about it...... Rats are being chased by predators...... I want to live like a normal person......"

"I ...... I...... I'm leaving this ......."

Peter shouted...... He gritted his teeth, even Sirius and the others couldn't stop him, and the dry well couldn't take away his right to be free.

Peter's eyes were closed, as if he were dying generously, and he jumped into a dry well.

There was no light at all in the time at the mouth of the well, Peter was so frightened that he let out a wail, he clearly felt his falling body, the surrounding stone walls rubbed from time to time, and his figure was soon swallowed up by the darkness.

Fan Lin, who was a few hundred meters away, was still trying to catch up, and there seemed to be a magical light in his eyes that was constantly bursting out.

He made his way through the woods quickly, chasing Peter's magical sigil......

Peter finally stopped, much to the excitement of Van Lin, and he ran faster, but just as he was leaping over a branch, a familiar voice rang out from the depths of his soul.

It was as if someone was beating a drum in his head, and his heart skipped a beat, and his body instantly stiffened, and he landed straight on top of the black dirt.

In this way, the time when his brain went blank did not last long, and his breathing resumed as consciousness returned.

His heart was beating so fast that even in the body of a ferret, Van Lin could clearly feel the sound of his heart hitting his skin, he gasped a few times, and the secret spell he had originally cast was forcibly lifted.

At the same time as he recovered, his Animagus also completely lost control, and he lay on the ground and quickly recovered his original body.

The cold sweat wet Fan Lin's hair, as well as his clothes, his whole body was like a collapse, as if his magic power was exhausted, but his magic power had not been affected in the slightest, and it seemed so abundant under the effect of the magic potion.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Van Lin gasped for air, and it took about a minute or so for him to fully resume his normal breathing, his heart was still pounding, at least he didn't have to worry about his heart breaking his ribs now.

"What the hell is ...... What ......"