Vol 2 Chapter 282: rule the roost

Peter thought it might be the wizard who came to this place, and the medieval guys had absolutely no taboo about the study of magic.
That guy found the only safe area in this area where ghouls could not be stepped into, or what kind of magic, to disperse ghouls, in short, they successfully avoided all ghouls wherever they hid. .
They hid there until the day when all the dark creatures faded away before they dared to come out. After returning to Hogwarts, several people hadn't mentioned this matter before. In Sirius' words, it would be good for the dark and evil place to be guarded by the centaur.
"I just have to shake that bell..." Peter licked his lips again, he was a little nervous, you know, there is about sixty meters away from the dry well.
However, this was not too difficult, but his usual timidity made him still have a lot of fear in his heart. The hands that stretched out from the ground were still very shocking for Peter.
However, even if he is afraid, he wants to move forward, he wants to live strength, he wants to live under the sun.
Peter gritted his teeth secretly. He seemed to have decided something. His face was a bit sullen. Voldemort told him the way to get in. Of course, it was just a way. After getting in, he had to rely on himself.
He stepped into the black area with one foot.
Immediately afterwards, Peter felt that the ground under his feet was like a boiling crucible, and the originally solid soil layer began to vibrate, which was much stronger than the reaction they encountered when they were students.
Voldemort did not deceive him, the situation here is exactly the same as it knows, except for a more intense reaction...
However, when Peter was still a student, he was able to travel through such a long black forbidden zone with Sirius and Lupin, and it would not be difficult for him to resist just a little bit fiercely.
Peter didn't stop at the slightest, as long as he shakes the bell, he can safely enter the ruins mentioned by Voldemort from the well, where he can be like the original Voldemort, gaining the kind of strength far beyond ordinary wizards.
In Peter's mind, he must at least have the strength to compete head-on against an Auror...
I don't know, would Voldemort laugh if he knew his thoughts? Humbleness has been embedded in the bone marrow.
Peter thought, he quickly ran to the dry well. His speed was very fast. You can hardly imagine that Peter's fat body burst out so fast.
The underground ghouls just got up, but before they touched other bodies with their corrupt claws, Peter had already twisted and avoided them. From time to time, Peter released a couple of shots with his bare hands. An obstacle curse separated the ghoul from his body, which made Peter's degree somewhat lower.
But overall, he was still safe, at least none of the dirty ghouls touched his body.
Finally, he was less than one meter away from the bell.
With a light leap, Peter touched a bell that was not very high, but the bell did not make a sound.
This shocked Peter, and he looked back violently. Although the wind chimes did not ring, the rotting corpses seemed to have heard something terrifying.
The flame of the soul that was originally shining in the eye sockets seemed to be violently shaken by something, and then rapidly dimmed, as if it had encountered some natural enemy.
All the undead ghouls chose to dive into the black mud at the moment they shook the bell.
Peter nodded very satisfied. At this point, he knew that Voldemort must be telling the truth. It seemed that he was only one step away from success, as long as he entered the dry well...
That's right, just enter that dry well...
Peter repeated, he was like a devil, his eyes constantly wandering between the bell and the mouth of the well.
He knew that this bell had a very powerful soul-suppressing function, even if he hadn't harvested anything in the well, he wouldn't be able to return empty-handed as long as he got the bell.
Just do it.
Peter stretched out his hand, the material of the bell was indistinguishable, Peter just pulled the bronze bell hard and fell into his hand.
He can rely on this thing to go to Egypt, where is the world of the undead, but the things in his hand have a restraining effect on these undead, he does not understand why Voldemort did not take this thing.
Perhaps Voldemort did not understand the magical function of this bell. According to the tone Voldemort told him at the time, it seemed to be a key to entry. It seemed that Voldemort did not have the opportunity to come back here again.
Anyway, this thing is his now. According to the rat's ritual, this thing is his. I licked it!
Peter wiped the mottled rust on the top with his sleeve, but it didn't help. This is also the trace of the copper bell brought by the years. He needs a lot of work to clean it, and there is a dense pattern on it. The magic pattern, this is a rare wealth, even if it is reproduced, selling an Egyptian alchemist is a considerable wealth. You must know that those alchemists are not the ones who lack money.
Peter chuckled twice. In his opinion, he had to go to Egypt the last time. Maybe it would be nice to live directly. He can live quite well, and most importantly, he can stay away from Voldemort and Dumbledore. , The pressure on him by these two leading figures in the magic world is too great, like two sharp knives hanging over his head!
Peter didn't want to think about these two guys. What he is doing now is stealing one of them's private wealth. Perhaps Voldemort has forgotten this place, who knows?
Peter put the bell away contentedly. He shook the bell very vigorously. The ground that was still shaking finally calmed down, and Peter turned his gaze to the mouth of the well contentedly.
He was about to jump from here in a while. The rock wall at the head of the well had long been eroded at will. He kicked it with his foot, and a rock with floating ash fell down the well.
After about a few seconds, the sound of rocks hitting the ground came up from the bottom of the well. There was a dry well tens of meters deep.
This is obviously considered abnormal for a normal well, which is a bit too deep.
However, for a wizard, this height is still not a big deal, and Voldemort once went down, the air and magic needed for survival are obviously a matter of consideration.
Peter was standing by, looking at the dark well. He was a little bit unconscious in his heart. What if he didn't successfully release the Levitating Charm before landing.
He felt that the mouth of the well was like a passage to another world, dark, as if to swallow him.
Peter was a little scared, his face turned a little pale, he put his hand in his pocket and touched the bell in his pocket, and then he touched his face with his extended hand.
Years of Animagus’ changes made his face gray and rough. He suddenly felt a little strange to his body. He habitually touched his face, but he didn’t touch the beard of an animal. .
He finally woke up, he squeezed himself hard, and then took two steps forward.
"As long as I jump from here, I can live strength..." Peter murmured, "I want... to live in the sun, I... I am a respected wizard, I don't want to be Overwhelmingly... chased by natural enemies... I want to live like a normal person..."
"I...I...I want to leave here..."
Peter yelled... He gritted his teeth. Even Sirius and the others did not stop him. Naturally, dry wells and other things could not take away his right to freedom.
Peter's eyes were confined, as if he was going to die generously, and he jumped into the dry well.
There was no light in the time at the mouth of the well. Peter was so frightened that he wailed. He clearly felt his falling body and the surrounding stone walls rubbing from time to time, and his figure was quickly swallowed by darkness.
And Fanlin, who was a few hundred meters away, was still trying hard to catch up, and there seemed to be magical rays of light in his eyes.
He swiftly traversed the forest, he was looking for Peter's magic mark...
Peter finally stopped, which made Fanlin a little excited, he ran faster, but when he flew over a branch, a familiar voice rang from the depths of his soul.
As if someone was beating a drum in his mind, his heart couldn't help but miss a beat, his body instantly became stiff, and he fell straight on the black mud.
In this way, this time when the brain was blank did not last long, and his breathing was restored as he recovered his consciousness.
His heart beats very fast. Even in the body of a ferret, Fanlin can clearly feel the sound of his heart hitting his skin. He took a few big breaths, and the secret technique he originally cast was forcibly lifted~www. EbookFREE.me~ At the same time as he recovered, his Animagus completely lost control, and he quickly recovered his original body while lying on the ground.
With a cold sweat, Fanlin’s head and clothes were wet. He just collapsed, as if his magic power was exhausted, but his magic power has not been affected by the slightest, under the action of the magic potion. It seemed so abundant.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Fan Lin gasped heavily, and it took about a minute or so to fully recover his normal breathing. His heart was still beating, at least he didn’t have to worry about the heart breaking his ribs. .
"what exactly is it……"
　　
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