I don't know if it was because he had completely lost the possibility of peace, or because he was frightened, Peter now looked a little hysterical.

He's just blindly giving some kind of denial.

"No way, you can't be her, you won't even be her daughter, you don't look like each other at all, there's nothing like each other at all!"

The kind of fiery rhetoric was a bit confusing to unsuspecting outsiders - Harry, for example.

From the moment the battle was fully fought, he had been looking for a place to hide, trying not to make himself a target as much as possible.

It wasn't because he was timid, it was because Harry felt he couldn't help at all.

In Harry's eyes, all he could learn in his first year was a simple spell like a repulsion charm that pushed something away.

And in class, he couldn't even push something heavier than a dumbbell, let alone pull a rock that big and heavy over and over again, as Isobel had shown.

As for the current words......

"What the hell is going on?"

What the hell are they talking about?

Whose daughter is McDoug again?

Harry didn't know any of this, his eyes just wandered from side to side.

On the one hand, I was looking forward to someone who could come and help, and on the other hand, I was also annoyed by my own incompetence.

So, how did you defeat the invincible Dark Lord in the first place?

Three people, three thoughts.

While Harry was thinking to himself, Isobel seemed to be caught up in her own thoughts.

"It's not like it at all......

She narrowed her seemingly unusual red eyes.

"This is also a normal thing, after all, my mother paid an unimaginable price to keep me alive."

"You ......"

"But that's not a bad thing for me – if I really resemble my mother, I should have been exposed as early as I was in school."

Speaking of which, Rao is Isobel can't help but breathe a sigh of relief no matter how calm he is.

"It's just that what I didn't expect was that I had made so many preparations, and I was ready for a long-term struggle, but this matter was so simple to deal with - you actually sent it to the door like this!"

"So you're really ......"

Without waiting for Peter to reply, a spell struck directly.

"Faint!"

'Boom'

Caught off guard, Peter dodged again.

"So, you really want to fight with me to break the net?!"

He roared loudly.

Isobel, on the other hand, looked at him with a blank expression, as if he was enjoying a boring performance in a circus.

That look of disappointment stung him deeply.

"Don't look at me like that, who do you think you are!"

Emotions channeled the wizard's most mysterious powers, and the tip of Peter's wand shimmered green.

"Since you won't let me go, then you can die!! Ah......"

When the unforgivable killing curse was almost blurted out, the leaping black flame gate suddenly let out a fierce cutting sound.

"There is no shadow."

It's like a blade breaking through the wind, and it's like cutting paper.

Caught off guard, Isobel saw a black wind passing quickly.

It hit Peter directly.

In an instant, Pettigrew's accumulated killing curse suddenly vanished, replaced by a large number of wounds on his body that seemed to have been slashed by a sharp blade.

And the intense pain made him wail!

"Ahh!!h

Like a cat in a hit anime, Peter instinctively roared.

This sudden aid and blow almost stunned everyone.

In the end, what brought them back to reality was the uncomfortable cynicism of Venom:

"What are you doing, are your brains clogged with slugs?"

Harry subconsciously followed the prestige, and when he saw the black fire, a large bat suddenly appeared.

The guy he hated so much, and at one time he thought he was a wicked man.

Professor Snape......

At the utter of what seemed to be a long-lost title, Harry had no other voice.

As for Isobel, her expression was a little complicated.

Without looking at the Potions professor again, she just threw out her spell.

"Except for your weapons!"

The red light emitted by the first spell directly knocked the spell in Peter's hand into the air, and fell to the side.

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

The chains burst out and wrapped themselves directly around the bald old man, tying him up.

"Faint!"

The blue and purple flames flew through and struck Peter directly in the heart.

A strong shock struck, and Peter, who was already wailing because of the pain of the cutting of the dark arts, was instantly silent.

But that's not the end of it, because Isobel is still waving the spell.

"Leviosa!"

"Retreat three feet!"

The combination of a short levitation spell and a knockback spell lifted Peter's unconscious body and threw him flying.

His stocky body smashed like a rag against the column, which was running out of time, breaking it completely.

The impact made Peter look even more dying.

Staring at the tragic scene, Isobel only slowly exhaled a cloudy breath.

There was an unnatural fantasy in her red eyes, and she just subconsciously looked around.

"So, that's the end of it?"

A question blurted out.

But without waiting for anyone else to respond, she answered in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's over, thank you for your cooperation, Morag."

"You're welcome, Isobel."

The girl, whose mood was calm again, and no longer mobilized her inner emotions soon walked towards the only entrance.

Walking towards Snape, she didn't look at the Potions professor, just passed by him.

Then, a whispered bass sounded:

"I have a potion, it heals injuries very quickly."

“…… No need, Professor. ”

Apparently aware of the deep meaning of the Potions professor's words, Isobel just shook his head.

"You've been waiting here. Really? ”

"Sort of."

"Thank you."

“……”

Snape didn't respond anything more.

With his personality, it's hard to say anything like 'what's my duty' or 'this is what I'm supposed to do.'"

In fact, he has never seriously studied the profession of 'teacher'.

"He's yours, Professor, do whatever you want."

Snape couldn't help but look at the girl squarely, but her figure simply disappeared into the black flames that were still burning with the fire charm.

And when she was gone completely, Snape slowly turned his gaze.

With heavy steps, he slowly descended the stairs that were only a few sections, his eyes fixed on the unconscious fellow.

The wretched rat that still bleeds.

"Peter Pediru, you're mine now."

Just as resentment overflowed Snape's countenance, he heard a voice:

"Professor."

“……”