Old Eric stood behind the bar, wiping the bar with a dirty-looking rag.

There weren't many people in the hotel, and the wizarding world's attention was focused on England, and it was rare for anyone to travel to Albania.

There's really nothing to do here.

Italy across the sea, and Greece to the east, are stronger than this country where forests are forests except for forests. Those who are still here today are either old people who can't walk, or they are abnormal.

A few days ago, there was one in the hotel.

A woman who is almost forty years old does not seem to have a good memory, and she often forgets when she talks to her in the last second. But what does this have to do with old Erik?

Garon is enough, even if he is a wanted man?

"Looks like it's going to rain again." Old Mike, who always came over to make small talk to old Eric, said, holding a glass of butterbeer.

It was made for him by old Eric, and it didn't taste so sweet.

"It's time." Old Eric set the rag aside and poured himself a glass.

"Why didn't you go to England? It was the Quidditch World Cup, and I would have gone if it weren't for this store. ”

"No, no, don't you hear, Britain hasn't been very peaceful lately." "It's said that a vicious Death Eater has escaped from prison, and the streets are full of Dementors!" ”

"Nothing! It's over, and it's said that the man was wronged, and he wasn't a Death Eater at all. Old Eric laughed.

"Really? When was this? Why haven't I heard? ”

"Just a few days ago." Old Eric and Old Michael clinked glasses, "Didn't that kid of mine go on a business trip to England a few days ago, and he mentioned it casually when he wrote a letter." ”

"That's right...... Then I'll have to go and see it, and I don't know if it's too late to buy a ticket now. ”

"It should be too late, but there are no good seats."

"That's okay!" Old Mike took a big sip and burped comfortably, "Just look at it." ”

After a little more small talk, Old Michael left satisfied. Old Eric picked up the rag again and wiped the table, which he had wiped down an unknown number of times.

With a deafening thunderclap, it rained. Old Mac checked the doors and windows again, and as he got older, he sometimes forgot whether he had closed the windows or not.

"Jingle bell!"

The doorbell rang, and a short man pushed the door in. He wears a certain gray round hat, his robe is very torn, and his boots are muddy.

"Are there any rooms available?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he had a thick London accent.

"Yes, two times a night, with hot water."

"Open one, give me something to eat by the way, it's better to have a bowl of hot soup, this weather is simply amazing!"

"A total of three Xike."

The man took Sanxike out of his pocket and placed it on the counter, and took a key from old Eric.

"208, the innermost room, I'll send you some food later."

The man nodded and went up the stairs to the second floor. Old Eric glanced at him, and his legs seemed to be a little inflexible, limping.

Opening the door, Peter Pettigrew casts a cleansing spell at himself, but it doesn't work very well. He had stolen the wand from a wizard's house and didn't take advantage of it.

"Damn it!"

Cursed secretly, found the location of the bathroom, simply took a hot shower, carefully dried his body, and gave a cleaning spell to every piece of clothing, and then he was satisfied.

It just so happened that old Eric knocked on the door and brought food. A very simple meal, a sandwich with an egg, a bowl of vegetable soup and a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Peter Pettigrew didn't pick at all, gobbled his stomach to his heart's content, then lay on his back on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Suddenly, as if being bitten by countless ants, Peter Pettigrew woke up directly and unconsciously curled up. This pain is like waves of the sea, and it is still changing. One second it was the pain of a bite, and the next second it was like someone hitting the bones one by one with a hammer.

He didn't dare to shout, his mouth was clenched to the cup, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

It took five minutes for the pain to subside, and Peter Pettigrew let go of the quilt he had been biting and gasped for air.

"Clean up a new ......"

The cleansing spell didn't work too well as always, but at least it took all the sweat off his face.

"Damn it! Damn it! ”

He cursed quietly in his mouth, but he didn't dare to complain at all in his heart. Their identities are different.

One is a lowly servant, while the other is a student recognized by his master, and is likely to inherit his master's business. Even if he ignored this, his extraordinary magical abilities made him unable to resist or resent.

It's been more than half a month, and God knows how much he suffered to escape from England to Albania, hiding all the way, if he can't turn into a rat, I really don't know how long it will last.

Two days ago, when the curse first took effect, Peter Pettigrew nearly fainted in pain, and it took more than an hour to recover his strength.

At that time, he was still in Croatia, and he hurried to Albania without caring about being discovered. But after all, it was too late, and I endured this inhuman pain again.

"Take a day's rest, just rest for a day, and I'll ...... tomorrow" secretly made up his mind, and now only the master can save him.

It took a while to lay down on the bed before Peter Pettigrew regained some strength. Push the door down the stairs, he needs to eat something more.

There were only two people in the hall, old Eric was still behind the bar, and a woman was enjoying dinner.

Peter swallowed silently, he hadn't eaten meat in a long time. But he didn't dare to eat them, and although he stole these galleons in his hand, he had to save them and keep them for his master to spend on them.

"Are you...... Peter! As he ate his tasteless egg sandwich, Peter looked up with a little confusion on his face.

"Oh my God! It's really you! You're not ...... Killed? Thanks Merlin, it turns out that you have been alive all along! ”

"Long time no see, Bertha." Peter Pettigrew recognizes the woman, who is her former senior sister.

"Where have you been all these years? After that incident, they also awarded you a medal! Bertha Jorkins babbled, not even seeing the ever-changing look on Peter Pettigrew's face.

"Bertha, it's a pleasure to see you again. Don't talk about me, how have you been all these years? ”

"Me? Okay, I joined the Ministry of Magic after graduating, and I've been working in various departments for years. Now I work in the Department of Magical Sports......"

"Magical Sports Division? You should be busy right now, why are you here? ”

"Who knows? Mr. Crouch didn't seem to like me, and he gave me a vacation to wait until the World Cup was over before I went back. Bertha's expression suddenly became a little dazed.

"Then why don't you go with me to the forest to the south, I want to find something very important." Peter's eyes were staring straight into Bertha's eyes, as if there was a strange magic fluctuating in them.

"Whatever, I'm fine anyway." Bertha's eyes were a little dull, and she nodded in response, and suddenly, her eyes had some light.

"What are you looking for?"

"One thing that is important to me......"

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