"I like punctual people, I hope you haven't forgotten to eat blood."

Without warning, a female voice sounded in the darkness, and Peter's hand shook, and he almost dropped his glittering pocket watch to the ground.

Glancing at the second hand that had just crossed the top, he couldn't help but be glad that he had come early enough, if he missed the deal with the other party, he was afraid that death would be a beautiful luxury for him.

"Great master, your servant has prepared blood food."

Peter took out the magic bag from his bosom and threw it out, and a panicked "moo" sounded in the hollow.

On his return from Albania, Peter visited a cattle farm and swept away more than 100 cows, both large and small.

The hunger and fright of the past few days had made the herd a little sluggish, but each of them was clean and had clearly been cleaned.

"The energy level is too low, and the number is a little small, so you can barely be considered qualified."

Hekate looked at the herd with a little disgust, and after the words fell, her body glowed with a dark green light, gradually condensing into a curtain of light, and shrouded towards the "blood food".

Peter hurriedly avoided the range of the light curtain, he didn't want to test whether the other party would swallow himself as he chewed the herd.

After a frustrated leap to dodge the sudden acceleration of the light curtain, Peter tumbled and fell into the hollow, his fat body covered in white cobwebs.

"Click~"

With the screeching sound of glass breaking, Peter saw a large deep area appear in the light curtain, like a portal, like a huge mouth, covering the frightened herd.

After a few moments, the light curtain disappeared, and Hekate was still in place, but the herd was gone.

Peter felt as if the temperature had risen in the vicinity, and the pungent smell of sulfur was waving all around.

"The flesh and blood of these mortal things have some special use, and I will give you a gift."

You guys?!

When Peter heard Hekate's words, he was shocked, was he right......

"Aha~"

The air echoed with the standard queenly laughter, as if the mind that fooled the mortal was amusing her.

"The little things on your body are very interesting, I want to think about it, how about a lifetime of years? Whoever sacrifices to the two of you will have a long life."

"Hekate" stopped laughing, and stared at Peter with wide eyes, which was really innocent if he only looked at the upper half of his face.

However, the distorted curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to reveal the deepest malice.

The rich breath of life fluttered around Peter, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling that new strength was injected into his body, and the fatigue of waiting for half a night in anxiety was swept away, as if to prove that the promise of the other party's life span was true.

Peter's heart was pounding, this offer was a great temptation for him, not to mention a lifetime, and it was the biggest benefit to get rid of Voldemort alone.

But the next second, Peter's heart stopped beating, and he remembered that although the ownership of that heart was still in his hands, it had fallen into the control of someone else.

Now his biggest concern was not how to sacrifice the Dark Lord, but to pray that Voldemort would not sacrifice him for his own sake.

"Hello, great being, I ......"

A hoarse voice rang out from Peter's chest and abdomen, and he was terrified, but when his heart stopped beating, he completely lost control of his body, and couldn't even blink, let alone ask "Hekate" to take Voldemort away.

A dark wave came from the direction of Hogwarts, and Peter was struggling to regain control of his body when he heard a seeping scream in front of him.

"Ah~~~"

The black-clothed goddess, who was still manipulating people's hearts just now, dispersed into a black mist in front of Peter's eyes.

"Ainias Scamander destroys the object, which is a black torch, rekindle it, or build an altar for the ceremony, and I will come again and give you more rewards, tenfold rewards......

The black mist formed by "Hekate" continued to wrestle, but finally dissipated without a trace after a "bang~", except for the roar that still echoed, only a yellowed page of paper could be seen falling from mid-air.

Belch......

Peter stared blankly at the paper that fell to the ground, and his thoughts fell into a brief pause.

"Knock~Knock~"

Until the sound of his heart beating, Peter was still confused.

What just happened?

What about Hekate?

What about the rewards?

Looking at the Forbidden Forest as calm as usual, the scene just now shrouded in the light curtain and devouring a hundred cattle seemed to be just from his imagination, except for the pieces of paper that were swept away by the wind, there was no trace of "Hekate" coming.

Well?

Paper!

Peter hurriedly waved his wand and pulled back the page that was about to fly away and took it in his hand.

"Show me, quick."

The sudden hoarse voice made Peter's heart cold, as if he had returned to the time when he was in control just now.

The taste of heart arrest is not easy to bear, and the life and death of others makes his mouth full of bitterness.

Peter knew that if it hadn't happened for Ani who had extinguished Hecate's torch, he would have been sacrificed, while Voldemort laughed maniacally at the increased lifespan.

It's very good!

What's even worse is that he doesn't even dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction and anger now, and he has to hurriedly act according to the other party's orders.

Restraining his emotions, Peter grabbed the page with one hand and laboriously lifted his robe with the other, revealing a large fat belly.

He tugged his robe up again, revealing a horrible picture.

On the man's left chest, there is a triangular snake head!

"Bring the paper, hurry, bring the paper."

The head of the snake spat out the letter and urged in a low voice, and Peter hurriedly brought the paper to the front of the head of the snake.

"Fool, take it down."

Voldemort roared again, this idiot was his most incompetent servant, not one of them.

Peter dropped the paper with an innocent face. It's full of inexplicable lines and symbols, I can't understand it, blame him.

Of course, Voldemort didn't care about the servant's thoughts, but the main problem was that he could still understand the magic of the altar on the page, and he had seen a little structure in the Slytherin chamber, but he had never seen the words and symbols on it, so he couldn't figure out what it meant.

Lines of handwriting are neatly arranged on the left side of the paper, and the symbols on the back are often repeated, looking like numbers and units of measurement, presumably a list of materials needed to build the altar.

Seeing this, Voldemort already had no hope of rebuilding the altar, and even if he understood the meaning of the words, there might not be corresponding materials on the blue star. To meet Hekate, either find the Flame of Destruction and extinguishment, or get another ritual of summoning from Aini.

In short, there is no way to get around Aini.