Chapter 272: punishment

"Hiss..." Nagini's cold letter licked on Peter Potty's pitted face.
This is a cold cave with many stalactite-like black rocks hanging upside down. Water droplets flow down the rock, and a ticking sound splashes on the ground. This sound is particularly harsh under the silent silence.
"Are you awake? Wormtail?" A cold voice sounded in Peter's ear.
An excited man lying on the ground immediately rolled over from the ground, creeping in fear at Voldemort's feet.
Voldemort was sitting on a stone chair at this time, which should have been transformed by Transfiguration. The Dark Lord was coldly looking at Peter, the dwarf under his feet.
"My proclaiming the resurrection of the return is just like this, is it? I was beaten by the wicked old man, like a bereavement dog. Voldemort has never been humiliated like this. This hatred, I will wash it with blood. "
"Master, you are only a temporary mistake this time, and soon I will get used to this flesh." Little dwarf Peter said flatteringly.
"Interesting, you are not only stupid, but also forgetful, Wormtail, did you forget something?" Voldemort asked coldly.
Little dwarf Peter shivered again.
"The blood of the enemy?" Voldemort murmured. "I think the use of Harry Potter's blood as a medicine lead will give me more powerful power than before. For me, no enemy is more important than him."
"But what happened to Voldemort's consternation happened. What he did not expect was that the blood of the servant was contaminated with the blood of the servant. What he did not expect was that his servant regarded him as an enemy."
"I disturbed all my plans because of you, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was frighteningly cold at this moment.
"Forgive me, master, forgive me." Little Dwarf Peter at this time began to interweave tears and snot on his face, unspeakable nausea, kowtowing like garlic.
He struggled to crawl towards Voldemort's feet, hoping to seek his master's pity.
"Nagini, after all, you still have a blessing, are you?" Voldemort moved his foot away from the plea of ​​the little dwarf Peter.
The ferocious python had begun to wriggle, and the body connected to the snake's head began to wrap around the dwarf star Peter's leg.
"Master, no, master, I am still useful, I am still useful, please, and give your faithful servant a chance!" Little dwarf Peter said incoherently for mercy, but the body did not dare to make a slight resistance.
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 glancing at this stupid poor worm.
Calves, thighs, waists...necks, Nagini's cold body kept sliding, winding upwards, tightly in contact with little dwarf Peter's body.
"Master..." Peter Dwarf only felt a slippery and cold touch on his neck. Nagini's body almost wrapped Peter, and Peter Dwarf's only exposed head was now.
He felt that his lungs had begun to lose function, and he could no longer breathe the outside air. His pale face turned into a painful pig liver-like purple.
Nagini began to shrink his body.
"Alas." Voldemort sighed. "In these 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 tormenting mud seeds and ordinary Muggles? To make them feel hopeless?"
"Drilling heart curse? No, it just magnifies the pain that people feel countless times, and the nerves will be numb after the pain is so extreme, um... seems to be like this, I have met several such disobedient wizards with amazing willpower I tortured them with the "Drilling Heart Curse", and they were able to carry it without asking for mercy. Until the end, it seemed that they would feel no pain. Even enemies, they still won the respect of Voldemort."
"Then I guess, how does physical pain compare to mental pain?" Voldemort began to remember his past with pride.
"For me, death is the most painful existence, how shameful and terrifying it is." Voldemort's long fingers clenched into fists at this time.
"But stupid people, they don't seem to think so. They think that things like "love" and "sacrifice" can overcome death?"
"If that's the case, why did the boy's parents die? Why didn't they defeat me completely and gave me a chance to linger?" Voldemort didn't seem to care about recalling that shameful past.
"Well, let me return to the subject, after all, you have little time in your life." Voldemort snorted, and his dark eyes stared at the little dwarf Peter who was entangled, "I said just physically Torture doesn’t seem to be the ultimate, right?

"Those hard bones...don't ask for mercy even if they are cast a heart-cursing spell..." Voldemort's pale face showed an extremely happy expression, and grinned grimly.
"I cast the Soul Retrieval Curse on them, letting them kill each other, and after they each suffered fatal injuries, they were lifted."
"It's really interesting that the comrades working together, the wizards who advocated sacrifice and dedication, killed their companions by themselves."
"That desperate, shocked, pained, helpless expression is really difficult to describe, but I can smell a hateful smell in the air at that time, hate me, or hate myself?"
Voldemort shook his head. "I don't know." The cold voice echoed in the cave.
"Ah, I seem to have created a new technique today." Voldemort's long pale fingers clasped a black stone in front of him, making a dull sound.
"Drilling heart curse? To you?" Voldemort looked at the little dwarf star and shook his head again. "It's a waste, I suspect you can't bear it at all, and then passed out, which didn't achieve my purpose of punishing you."
"Nagini's strength will be controlled. He will not strangle you all at once. You can rest assured that you will feel the passage of your life bit by bit in the process of extreme sobriety. Because you are greedy for life and fear of death, and you betray your friends, it should be the most appropriate punishment.
"Betrayal doesn't bring you any bright future~EbookFREE.me~ because of your stupidity, right?"
"Lord..." Little dwarf Peter's eyeballs were swollen scary at this time, and they began to be bloodied, covered with bloodshot eyes, as if they would be squeezed out and fall to the ground at any time. Gini began to misalign under the influence of twisting.
Only half of his words of begging for mercy were stopped by the tightly wound snake body.
"Thorn." This may be the sound of a broken bone.
Peter, the little dwarf who had never resisted, now began to shake his hand and struggled hard.
But this is futile.
Most wizards, after losing their magic wands, are no different than Muggles, and even say that they perform worse, because they are used to relying on extraordinary powers to solve small troubles in life.
If it is said that when Nagini just wrapped Peter's body, he still had the opportunity to escape, then now, when Nagini has wrapped around Peter's neck, even if Voldemort is not present, Peter has been sentenced to death.
The survival flame in Peter's turbid eyes began to extinguish gradually. He felt that he had completely lost his ability to breathe, he lost the ability to think, and instinctively wanted to use his hands to unlock Nagini's lock on his neck. Part of the body, but couldn't move at all.
Because his hands have long been imprisoned.
"I'm going out to breathe first, Nagini, remember to eat clean, and I will come back later to deal with other things." Voldemort glanced at the little dwarf star, and then tapped his wand indifferently, and a stone door opened in response. The man dragged his robe out.
"Uh... ah..." This is the last voice Peter Peter left in the world. ) Download the free reader!!