Hogwarts Blood Wizard

"Think beautifully, get the money, and do what you promised yourself, do it yourself!" An Auror looked at the smelly sock in Mrs. Peter's hand and waved his hand in disgust.

"Really, I don't even help with this little help!" Mrs. Peter curled her lips, took out a few Jin Jialong from her pocket with her backhand and threw it over, but her legs and feet were shaking, and she was secretly relieved.

The sock in her hand was actually a disguised door key.She spent all her assets and bought it from the Wizarding Market in Knockoff Alley. It seemed that there was no problem in appearance, but if these Aurors checked, they would definitely find something wrong.

So she can only choose to retreat, and the other party will refuse.

Fortunately, as she imagined, these Aurors were unwilling to help a criminal put on dirty and smelly socks.

The corner of Mrs. Peter's mouth couldn't help but a smile appeared.

In fact, when she was in the cell before, she was going to use the door key to teleport away with Little Star.

But I didn't expect that Azkaban had a complete defense mechanism inside, not only forbidden to change shape, but also the door key could not function.

So she could only take the risk of stunning the Auror who was supervising her, and pretending to be the opponent, trying to find a chance to meet Pettigrew.

Fortunately, this backup plan is going well...

While rejoicing in her heart, Mrs. Peter controlled her emotions, trying not to show any strangeness, approaching step by step, but her body still trembled slightly due to tension.

The tall and thin Auror had been paying attention to her change, keenly aware of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when Mrs. Peter slowly approached, he suddenly spoke.

"and many more..."

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Peter's heart suddenly raised her throat, and she tried to pretend to be plain and turned her head to look at each other.

"Well, it's not good to take your money for nothing, or how about we help him wear it?" The tall and thin Auror stared at Mrs. Peter and said word by word, his hand was quietly held on his waist. Magic wand between.

The other Auror didn't react at first, but under his colleague's gaze, he also noticed something wrong. He took a few steps forward and said to Mrs. Peter.

"Bring things here!"

Mrs. Peter was caught in a dilemma. If she handed over the key to the door, she would be found out immediately. If she did not hand it in, the two Aurors would also do something to herself.

She knew very well that she had no chance of defeating them, especially the two Aurors seemed to be wary...

The silence lasted only a second, and the tall and thin Auror took out his wand and prepared to do it.

Mrs. Peter said in surprise at this moment.

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly nervous? I just asked you to go, and you are too dirty, it is really inexplicable! Take it, I just save some trouble..."

Mrs. Peter looked at them strangely, and casually threw the smelly socks in her hand to one of the Aurors.

The latter was surprised by Mrs. Peter's decisiveness, wondering if he had thought too much, and subconsciously took the things over.

As soon as I started, the Auror immediately noticed something was wrong. The texture didn't feel like socks at all...

Unfortunately, it was too late when he realized it.

When Mrs. Peter threw this thing out, the effect of the door key was already activated. The Auror suddenly felt that his belly button seemed to be hooked by something, and then he was torn a bit, and disappeared in a whirlwind. In place.

"Arnold!"

The sudden abnormality was beyond the tall and thin Auror's expectation, but he immediately recognized that it was the effect of the door key, so without any hesitation, he waved his wand at Mrs. Peter.

"Except for your weapons!"

A red beam lased from the tip of the wand...

But after all, it was a hasty shot. Mrs. Peter took the young body and easily avoided it, and then she launched a vicious counterattack.

"Bone to pieces!"

Mrs. Peter shouted hoarsely, fusing her anger into the curse. She was forced to send an Auror away with the door key, and now there is only hope of escape by killing the opponent.

In the gaze she expected, the beam of the curse hit the target, and Mrs. Peter was overjoyed, but did not notice the cold color in the opponent's eyes...

The protective glove on the tall and thin Auror's right hand radiated a faint light, and the beam of the spell immediately returned to the original path and hit Mrs. Peter herself.

A blow full of anger caused the original owner to suffer.

Ah ah ah!!!

The pain of tearing the body caused Mrs. Peter to scream, and the wand dropped out and fell to the ground. The abdomen was pulled apart with deep scars, and scarlet blood continued to flow from the wound...

Due to the serious injury, Mrs. Peter fell to the ground and covered her wound. The compound decoction she took quickly lost its effectiveness.

Mrs. Peter's appearance gradually changed from a young Auror to a gray-haired old witch...with the terrible wound on her upper abdomen, she looked so sad.

The tall and thin Auror didn't show any sympathy. He only felt unhappy that he was almost fooled by an old woman.

More importantly, one of his two colleagues was teleported away, and the other was reluctant to live or die, and didn’t know what was going on...

The tall and thin Auror gave Mrs. Peter annoyed, kicked her around, and was about to speak out about Jack and the others...

At this moment, behind him, the silly little dwarf saw Mrs. Peter's miserable condition, and felt a burst of heartache for some reason, suddenly seemed to be mad, and rushed up and bit the Auror's right hand with his teeth. ..

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhehehe!) He relaxed.

Mrs. Peter did not miss this opportunity, enduring the heart-wrenching pain in her abdomen, grabbed the wand that fell to the ground, and released the last magic hoarsely.

"Faint!"

The tall and thin Auror kicked Peter away. At this time he was too late to cast the spell. He could only stare into Mrs. Peter's eyes, hoping that the protective gloves would take effect.

It is a pity that the light beam of the spell has not been bounced again this time. Mrs. Peter's angry shattering spell has already exhausted the magic power of the protective gloves and cannot be reused in a short time...

If only I had a protective ring...

A thought flashed through the Auror's mind, and then he was cursed and fell unconscious on the ground.

Mrs. Peter crawled over without time to rejoice, and found the key to the magic shackles from the opponent...

"Quick...Little Dwarf...My child...come here, come on!" Mrs. Peter shouted at Little Star excitedly.

The little dwarf's memory has become very chaotic, but he can still instinctively feel that the old witch in front of him is close to him, otherwise he will not subconsciously attack the Auror when the other party is injured, so he leaned over and followed the order...

Mrs. Peter ignored the injuries on her abdomen, trembling with her palms, unfastening Dwarf Star.

Then she looked at the sky again, her face suddenly changed, and she grabbed Dwarf Xing's clothes and shouted weakly.

"Please, think of something... and become a mouse, they are coming... they are coming!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Little Dwarf looked confused, and some memories flashed in his mind.

The restless dementors in the sky have already flown down. They have been perceiving everything that is happening below, but the Auror has the advantage and has not received orders, so they dare not come down...

But now it's different. These ugly monsters are swarming, like temple dogs on the grassland pounced on their prey, to prepare a delicious meal!

The whirring wind resounded across the island, that was the excited cry of dementors...

Mrs. Peter tried to protect Dwarf Star under her body, repeating the words just now in the ear of Dwarf Star over and over again, begging him to save himself...

More and more memories emerged from the little dwarf's brain, but they couldn't be connected.

Fortunately, his survival instinct forced him to spontaneously spread the magic power throughout his body, his body began to shrink slowly, and finally he became a mouse...

"It's great... hurry up... hurry up!" Seeing Peter finally transformed into the Animagus form, Mrs. Peter was excited and urged in tears.

The gray-black mouse hesitated and didn't want to leave, even biting Mrs. Peter's sleeve with his mouth, as if he wanted to drag her away.

"No.. Leave me alone... I'm very old, I'm going to die... You can't save me, let's go! Hurry!" Mrs. Peter shook her head weakly, knowing the severity of her injuries. , I also felt that the vitality of the body was constantly being withdrawn.

The gray-black mouse squeaked, seemingly hesitating, but Mrs. Peter's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally tilted her head and lost her voice...

A great sadness enveloped Little Dwarf’s heart, and memories gushing out of his brain like a tide, but it still looks messy...

"Who am I? Peter Pettigrew? A Death Eater?"

Peter Dwarf muttered to himself, then shook his head again, thinking of another fragmentary memory.

In my memory, I seemed to bow down to a little wizard, reprimanding the brutal rule of the Dark Lord...

The messy memory made Little Dwarf’s brain experience the pain of needle sticks. Seeing the disgusting monsters in the sky rushing down, Little Dwarf escaped here without hesitation and hastily...

But instead of running towards the outside world, he went inside Azkaban.

The little dwarf who has recovered some sanity knows very well that it is not realistic for a mouse to wander the island and will soon be caught. It is better to go to Azkaban...hide under a prisoner, Maybe you can escape the search...

Before the little dwarf could run away, the dementors had already drifted down, and they were very angry, wandering around violently.

Originally in their perception, there were three delicious foods underneath, but now two of them have disappeared in their perception, and the remaining one is the Auror of the Ministry of Magic...

The angry dementors became more and more eager. They considered whether to kill the only living person present and absorb his soul...

However, just when they hesitated for a long time and were about to make up their minds, a group of flames emerged out of thin air on the empty ground, spreading suddenly and bursting open.

Accompanied by the loud singing of the phoenix, the figure in the purple robe and white beard came out of the rising fire.

"It seems that I am a little late..." Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Auror on the execution ground, and Mrs. Peter, who was badly wounded and bleeding to death in Auror costumes, and quickly guessed here. What happened.

The ignorant dementors were a little annoyed at Dumbledore's arrival, they swarmed up to absorb the soul of the old professor, and then fled in horror...

Because a faint blue phoenix flew out from the top of the wand in Dumbledore's hand, and wandered around for a while, it forced the dementors to the sky again.

After driving out these annoying monsters, Dumbledore took a few steps forward and checked the cause of Mrs. Peter's death to see if he could find some clues.

At this moment, there was another wave of spatial fluctuations, and Fudge led a large group of Aurors to hurriedly, Apparition appeared in the center of the venue.

Seeing the shackles scattered on the ground and the Auror lying on the side, Fudge trembled, almost unable to stand...

"Who can tell me what the hell is going on?!" Fudge was furious, he was almost going crazy, if anyone knew that Peter Pettigrew had managed to escape during the execution, it would be all over!

"Albus?! Why are you here? You attacked the Aurors and the Dementors here, and let the dwarf Peter go?"

Fudge had almost lost his mind, and he turned his head abruptly to look at Dumbledore, eager to find someone to take the responsibility.

"Connelly!" Dumbledore frowned and increased his tone. "I think you should be able to figure out what's going on here!"

"Perhaps you can also ask this Mr. Auror!" Dumbledore waved his wand and lifted the coma spell cast by the Auror on the ground.

After a while, the tall and thin Auror came to his senses. After seeing a few people on the court, he showed a look of horror on his face and hurriedly explained.

"Your Excellency! Just now Dwarf's mother, Mrs. Peter, used the compound decoction to look like Jack..."

"I know! You just need you to tell me where is Peter Pettigrew now?!" Fudge interrupted the tall and thin Auror, almost squeezing this sentence out of his mouth.

He came here only after receiving a notice from Arnold who was sent away by the door key. Of course, he knew exactly what had happened.

But Fudge thought that when he arrived, he would see that Mrs. Peter had already been put down, and Pettigrew was well held here, or the souls absorbed by the dementors...

But he didn't expect this to be the result. Although Mrs. Peter had died as he expected, the most important dwarf star had disappeared!

This made Fudge very annoyed. How could a sixty or seventy-year-old witch rescue a death row from the tight control?

And this is still in front of a few Aurors and a large number of dementors...