Chapter 270: The death of Wormtail!

The next day, the students started the next semester.
It's only January.
It is when the winter is expected to be cold, not to mention the always rainy country of Britain.
At this time of the season, the students are lazy and tend to hibernate.
But who makes the weather cold and humid, so generally this time, Professor Sprout's herbal class is the most popular, because her classroom is in a greenhouse, which is very warm inside, and you don't want to come out when you enter.
But Hagrid also has a good idea, he knows the students very well.
When the students came to the venue reluctantly, if they could, they really did not want to stand on the venue for two hours in this cold weather to learn about the magical creatures.
However, when they arrived at the class, they were shocked to find that the venue was very warm, because a creature called a fire lizard was crawling around the venue.
Fire lizards are fiery red, their backs are even darker, and they can still catch fire.
Hagrid greeted the students in groups of several to build a gou fire.
Fire lizards like flames, they will drill into the fire, and they will make the flames heavier.
The students happily went under the big tree to collect the dead leaves of the branches. Although they were damp, they were "powerful" wizards who could use magic to dry the wood.
Then they were piled into small piles and the firewood was lit by the magic students in the group.
Several people formed a circle, stretched their hands like zombies, roasted the fire, and sat with a contented smile on their faces.
Lizards bounce around inside the match, splashing out sparks to make the match burn more fully.
A little wizard, a flame fell on the top of the wand, crackled, and the match ignited.
He proudly said: "We are not afraid when the blizzard comes, because we make a fire."
In front of Harry was the fire that Hermione had just made. There was a beating flame in his eyes. Harry was silent for a while and said, "I want to eat chicken..."
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Divination lesson.
Professor Dumbledore originally intended to recruit another professor of divination, but later gave up.
From a long time ago, he had planned this way.
He originally wanted to cancel the divination class, but because of Trelawney's existence, let him suppress this idea.
Now that Trelawney had left, Dumbledore considered it and decided to ban the course.
He said to Harry: "If you believe in prophecy and take it seriously, that would be too sad. I have never wanted my students to come into contact with this kind of thing. That is why it is his choice that determines a person's fate. Not a prophecy made by anyone, Harry."
This made Professor Victor startled, thinking that the arithmetic divination class would be gone.
But Professor Dumbledore seems to think that arithmetic divination courses are more likely to be a course to develop the wizard's mind, so Professor Victor just scared himself.
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London.
A coffee shop somewhere on the street corner.
A man dressed in black looked at the remote alley opposite without blinking his eyes.
The coffee shop owner is a middle-aged man.
He felt that this man was a little strange, so he looked there too.
The coffee shop owner had discovered before that there were always strangely dressed people at that alley. They were wearing cloaks and their faces were covered by cloak hats.
He had imagined that there might be a place for dark transactions, and he was going to call the police.
But then, I don’t know why he didn’t think so. Even if he saw the strange situation, he would only think: Oh, that is an ordinary alley. Why should I pay attention to it? I am really bored...
A god, the coffee shop owner suddenly found that the man who had been sitting at the table was gone.
But he didn't even hear the sound of the bell when the door was pushed open.
Had hell?
The coffee shop owner turned his eyes and found that in that remote place, a dozen people suddenly appeared.
As if they were protecting someone, they surrounded a group of people in the middle.
But what does this have to do with me? The owner of the coffee shop thought boringly that he lowered his head and began to bill...
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Today is the day when Wormtail Peter was pressed to Azkaban, an isolated island prison.
A dozen Aurors took on the task of escorting him.
No Auror noticed that a black figure followed them from afar.
The black figure pulled out a purple bottle from his arms and released a bug similar to a ladybug.
The worm was controlled by the shadow, and flew to the middle of Auror, attached to a wizard's clothes.
Then he hid quietly, took out a mirror, and read some mantra, and a group of pictures around the Auror appeared on the mirror.
The Ministry of Magic imposes a stipulation that it is forbidden to use phantoms to show off prisoners.
Because the appearance of the phantom is not completed in an instant, it has a process. When crossing the space in the middle, it seems to be walking in the deep sea, and it is squeezed. If the prisoners do not cooperate and try to make trouble, it is easy for Auror to have an accident—for example, to pieces of meat.
...
After two hours.
The edge of a dark wood.
The trees are black.
The branches are bizarre, and the appearance of open teeth and dancing claws looks like a fierce devil from a distance.
The woods were submerged in the smelly mud swamped with green bubbles, and there was nowhere to stand. A boneless crow
quacked
flapped its bare wings and flew above the woods. Deep in the woods, it seemed that ghosts could still be seen wandering.
The Aurors who escorted Wormtail Peter appeared here. Although they could not be apparated, they still had many ways to speed up their journey.
It is very close to the sea area of ​​Azkaban.
None of them thought that there would be a wizard to rob the prisoners, so they were not vigilant.
But this is not to blame them. They are law enforcers. Who dare to blatantly confront the Ministry of Magic?
A wizard who watched them watched them go to this remote place, took a small bottle of green potion from his pocket and drank it.
His body swelled violently and turned into a strange man with a beard.
He wore a black hood over his head and looked again at each Auror's position in the mirror, calculating in his head how he should attack after appearing.
"Phantom appears."
In that dead woods.
A strange sound suddenly sounded.
This voice is no stranger to Aurors, it is the voice that appeared after the phantom appeared.
The slack Aurors did not even be alert for the first time, but wondered: How do I seem to hear the sound of someone phantom appearing.
Among them were wizards who had experienced the Lord Voldemort War. After a moment of shock, they immediately realized the crisis and shouted: "Be careful!"
And it was already one shot slow.
There is no intention to count, although there are more than a dozen wizards on the opposite side, but when they take over, they still have to suffer a big loss, not to mention, when it comes to magic, the comer does not take them in the eye at all.
At the same time as the wizard who had participated in the battle reminded that while the young Aurors were still looking left and right without knowing the direction of the enemy, a shadow came and the magic was released from the tip of his wand and slammed into all Aurors.
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After a fight.
All Aurors fell to the ground with their eyes closed. Everyone was bathed in blood, and some had broken arms and short legs.
The man in black is not good, he is wearing color, one arm seems to be burnt by fire, his fingers become coke, his right foot becomes a green tree root, and the black cloth mask is wet, that It was the blood he spit out.
The man in black dragged his left leg that was unconscious in Muhua and moved to Peter Wormtail.
Wormtail Peter trembling, just after the battle broke out, he had nowhere to hide, and he became a target on the field.
I don’t know if it’s Auror’s magic, or the black man’s magic hit the worm’s tail, and half of his wrist was cut diagonally, and a sharp attack cut off a large piece of meat on his face, revealing the meat inside. , Looking scary scary.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." Wormtail couldn't even feel the pain in his body.
In a panic, he suddenly saw a small piece of mark on the arm of the black man, which was part of the skull.
This mark is familiar to him.
Wormtail was suddenly ecstatic, he crawled to the man in black: "You are here to save me! The Dark Lord must let you come to rescue me! I am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord!"
The black man's arm is imprinted with the exclusive mark of the Death Eaters: the Dark Mark.
The man in black was unheard of, and said indifferently: "I don't think that closing to Azkaban is a better punishment than death..."
Stranger voices, stranger shapes.
Wormtail has never seen this wizard.
But the gaze that came out of his eyes was so cold, so murderous, and even a touch of familiarity... he had just seen these eyes not long ago.
Wormtail suddenly overlapped these eyes with someone. He kicked the ground in fear and backed away, screaming in shock: "It's you, you are..."
"Uh……"
Wormtail's eyes rolled up, and he could no longer speak, because a green light hit him from the black man's wand.
Killing Curse.
Wormtail Peter, pawn.
Among the Aurors lying around, a young Auror woke up, and he saw the green awn and the worm-tailed look.
He quickly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to die.
There was a smile under the black cloth cover of the black man.
He looked at the body of Peter the Wormtail, and said in a hoarse cold tone: "You dare to betray the Dark Lord and betray the Dark Lord, only one death."
He thought about it and raised his wand.
"Tweet!"
A dark green light flew into the sky.
"Bang." The burst burst.
A huge skull appeared in the sky, which was composed of countless blue-green star-like things. A large python emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.
After the appearance of the pattern, the higher and higher, a group of green smoke emits dazzling light, set against the dark environment around, just like a new constellation, long lasting.
"Hey, hey..." The black man with a cold smile laughed away again.
The awakened young Auror was in a cold sweat.
He pulled one of his legs from the ground and hugged his thighs, feeling a sharp pain.
He hugged his thigh and howled and cried, "Woooooooo... I won't be an Auror anymore, I'm going home, Ma Ma..."
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The man in black appeared in a telephone booth.
He first used magic to stop the budding leg. If he didn't take care of it, slowly, he would devour him until he finally turned him into a complete plant. The most terrifying thing is that the wizard's thinking still exists.
Then he took out another bottle of black potion and opened it to drink.
As the skin and bones swelled and flattened down, the man in black returned to his original appearance, with a thin face and a long nose with eagle hooks.
The metamorphosis medicine he had configured before, if he did not take the antidote within 24 hours after drinking it, it would never come again.
This is just in case, he failed to kill the tail of the insect, and was also caught by Auror, let Auror know his true identity, or the fortune teller may find clues.
Although the body recovered, the arm was still struck by lightning.
The man in black frowned: "Some troubles, wait until you go back and find a solution."
Then he started to dial the telephone dial.
"Hello, Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic?" he said with a change of voice.
"Yes, what's the matter with you..." Opposite the phone answered by a wizard, the voice was hanging.
"I want to report to Auror."
"What's the matter?" The opposite voice was a little more serious.
"This is the case. Just now I was in the forest of the quagmire, and I saw a black wizard attacking the Auror of the Ministry of Magic."
"You know, there have been no black wizards who have dared to take the initiative to attack Auror for more than ten years." Auror who answered the phone didn't believe it at all, and thought it was a child's prank.
"Really, the scene was extremely hot and the fighting was fierce... The black wizards were one enemy and no downfall at all... Later, dozens of Aurors were beaten down."
"Are you stupid of me? Tell me, what kind of wizard child are you, calling in random, I want to tell your parents."
"I am the zealous wizard Mr. Liu, just don't believe it."
"Slap." The man in black hung up the phone directly.
"If there are no wizards to save them and Auror is dead, it has nothing to do with me." The man in black thought with peace of mind.
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at night.
Professor Snape's underground office.
A man who was never welcomed by the owner here came.
Harry Potter is here.
"Boom boom."
He knocked on the door.
No one in the room responded.
Harry seemed to make sure he was inside and said, "Are you okay."
It took a long time before a word of disgust came out: "Of course I'm fine, what's the matter with you?"
"I just see if you die or not, just die." Harry said.
"By the way, the worm tail was killed today, do you know? According to a sober Auror at the time, the attacker should be a Death Eater."
"……do not know."
"Oh, I thought you did it. I said you couldn’t have done such a stupid thing. Even with all the living mouths, an Auror was not killed. I guess the Death Eater must be a black wizard. No knowledge. If it were me, within ten miles, even an ant would not let go."
Snape: "..."
Snape's patience was worn away, and his impatient tone contained a trace of repressed pain: "Thank you Mr. Porter for telling me this news. Are you still in trouble? It's okay to leave me."
After waiting for a long time, Harry Potter should be gone.
In the dark basement, Professor Snape was dripping with sweat, and his pale face couldn't see the breathlessness he had when communicating with Harry.
His left arm was completely carbonized, and he put his arm in a pot of blue solution and drank the weird potion again.
Taken internally and applied externally, the effect is better.
The arm is like pulling a cocoon, and normal muscles start to grow out of the blackened arm.
This is not a severe pain that ordinary people can bear.
Snape frowned, his face twisted, and he was breathing cold.
"hiss……"
Just then, the knock on the door rang again.
Snape almost vomited blood, could you please treat me well.
"What are you doing again!" Snape growled in a low voice~EbookFREE.me~ Ah... this..."
A small glass bottle suddenly flashed on Snape's table.
There is a crystal of water droplets exuding colorful light.
"The tears of the unicorn, its effect need not be said by me, but I asked Xiao Xue for a long time before she squeezed out a drop."
Then, there was no sound outside.
This time, Harry really left.
Snape looked at the small bottle with a complex look.
"Lily, although he is a hundred times worse than the James, he still has a trace of your kindness..."
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Note: I said that this chapter is only two chapters, there will be no opposition from handsome men and beautiful women.
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