Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"His..." Nagini's cold letter licked on Peter Pettigrew's bumpy face.

This is a gloomy cave with many black stalactite-like rocks hanging upside down around it. Water drops flow down the rocks, splashing on the ground with a ticking sound. Under the silence, this sound is particularly harsh.

"Are you awake? Wormtail?" A cold voice rang in Peter Pettigrew's ear.

The man lying on the ground was agitated, and he immediately rolled from the ground and squatted at Voldemort's feet in fear.

Voldemort was sitting on a stone seat, which should have been conjured by Transfiguration, and the Dark Lord was coldly looking at Peter Pettigrew at his feet.

"My resurrection, announcing the return, is so closed, isn't it? I was beaten up by that nasty old man, like a bereaved dog, Voldemort has never been humiliated like this, this hatred, I will wash with blood. "

"Master, you are only making a temporary mistake this time. I will soon get used to this flesh." Pettigrew Peter said flatly.

"Interesting, you are not only stupid, but also very forgetful, Wormtail, have you forgotten something?" Voldemort asked coldly.

Peter Pettigrew shivered again.

"The enemy's blood?" Voldemort murmured."I think that using Harry Potter's blood as a drug will give me more power than before. To me, no enemy is more significant than him."

"But what shocked Voldemort happened. What he didn't expect was that the servant's blood was stained on his servant's flesh and blood. What he did not expect was that his servant actually regarded him as an enemy."

"I disrupted all plans because of you, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was frighteningly cold at this time.

"Forgive me, master, forgive me." At this time, Peter Pettigrew's tears and snot began to intertwined on his face, unspeakably disgusting, knocking his head like garlic.

He struggled and crawled towards Voldemort's feet, hoping to get mercy from his master.

"Nagini, you still have a good fortune after all, don't you?" Voldemort moved his feet to avoid Peter Pettigrew's pleading.

The fierce python had already begun to wriggle, and the body connected to the snake's head began to wrap around Peter Pettigrew's calf.

"Master, no, master, I'm still useful, I'm still useful, please, give your faithful servant another chance!" Pettigrew Peter begged incoherently, but his body did not dare to resist even the slightest bit.

This will only die faster.

"Faithful? This is the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard." Voldemort stretched out his pale and slender fingers and looked up silently, no longer looking at the pudgy poor bug.

Calf, thigh, waist...neck, Nagini's cold body is sliding continuously, winding upwards, and making close contact with Peter Pettigrew's body.

"Lord...man" Peter Pettigrew only felt a smooth and cold touch on his neck. Nagini's body almost enveloped Peter, and Peter Pettigrew was only showing his head at this time.

He felt that his lungs had begun to gradually lose its function, and he could no longer breathe the outside air. His pale face turned into a painful purple-red color like pig liver at this time.

Nagini began to shrink his body.

"Oh." Voldemort sighed. "For so many years, I am not only thinking about how to make a comeback, but also thinking about another question, how can people achieve the greatest pain? What about torturing mudbloods and ordinary Muggles? Can they feel despair?"

"Heart-drilling curse? No, it just amplifies the pain that people feel countless times, and the nerves become numb after the pain reaches the extreme, um...it seems like this, I have met several such disobedient wizards,The willpower was amazing. I tortured them with the "heart-drilling curse", and they were able to hold on without begging for mercy. Until the end, it seemed that they didn't feel any pain. Even though they were enemies, they still won the respect of Voldemort."

"Then I guess, how does physical pain compare to mental pain?" Voldemort began to triumphantly recall his past.

"For me, death is the most painful existence. It is shameful and terrifying." Voldemort's long fingers were clenched into fists at this time.

"But stupid people, they don't seem to think so. They think that vague things like "love" and "sacrifice" can overcome death?"

"If this is the case, why did the boy's parents still die? Why didn't they completely defeat me and gave me a chance to live on?" Voldemort didn't seem to care about recalling that humiliating past.

"Well, let me return to the subject, after all, your life has run out of time." Voldemort sneered, his dark eyes staring at the entangled little dwarf Peter, "I just said physical Torture doesn’t seem to be the ultimate, right?"

"Those hard bones... don't beg for mercy even if you have been cast a heart-piercing curse..." Voldemort's pale face showed an extremely happy expression, and he smiled grimly.

"I cast an Imperius Curse on them, let them kill each other, and then relieved them after each of them suffered fatal injuries."

"It's really interesting that comrades fighting together, wizards who advocate sacrifice and dedication, killed their companions by themselves."

"The expression of despair, shock, pain, and helplessness is really hard to describe, but can I smell a scent of hatred in the air at the time, hate me, or hate myself?"

Voldemort shook his head, "I don't know." A cold voice echoed in the cave.

"Ah, I seem to have created a new technique today." Voldemort's slender and pale fingers pressed a black stone in front of him, making a dull sound.

"Heart-drilling curse? To you?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew and shook his head again. "This is a waste. I suspect you can't bear it at all, and then fainted. This does not achieve my purpose of punishing you."

"Nagini's strength will be controlled. He will not strangle you to death all at once. Don't worry, you will feel your own life passing by bit by bit in the process of being extremely awake. Because you are greedy for life and fear of death, and betray your friends, it should be the most appropriate punishment."

"Betrayal doesn't bring you any bright future, because of your stupidity, right?"

"Lord..." Peter Pettigrew's eyeballs were swollen scary at this time. They began to be bloodshot and covered with bloodshot eyes, as if they would be squeezed out and fall to the ground at any time, and the whole body began to make creaking noises. This is the bones. Under the influence of Genie's twist, it began to misplace.

His begging for mercy was only halfway through, and he was stopped by the tighter snake body.

"Thorn." This may be the sound of broken bones.

Peter Pettigrew, who had never resisted, actually started to shake his hand at this time, struggling hard.

But this is futile.

Most wizards, after losing their wands, are no different from Muggles, and even said that they behave even worse, because they are used to relying on extraordinary power to solve small problems in life.

If Nagini had a chance to escape when he just wrapped Peter's body, now, when Nagini has wrapped Peter's neck, Peter has already been sentenced to death even if Voldemort is not present.

The survival flame in the turbid eyes of Peter Pettigrew gradually extinguished. He felt that he had completely lost the ability to breathe, he lost the ability to think, and instinctively wanted to unlock Nagini's lock on his neck with his hands. Part of the body, but unable to move at all.

Because his hand has long been imprisoned.

"I'll go out first to get some air, Nagini, remember to eat clean, and later I will come back to deal with other things." Voldemort glanced at Peter Pettigrew, then dumbly tapped his wand, and a stone door opened. The man dragged his robe and walked out.

"Uh...ah..." This is the last voice of Peter Pettigrew in the world.) Download the free reader!!