DNF Meets Harry Potter

Step by step, Carl walked in Azkaban silently, his transcendent perception spreading towards the surroundings all the time looking for his goal.

Soon, his eyes lit up, and his steps suddenly accelerated.

In the deepest cell of Azkaban, the little dwarf at this time has suffered under the crazy torture of the dementors. They dared not to trouble Carl, so they blamed all the responsibility for losing their companions. Peter's body was not cruel to torture.

He hugged his knees and lay down on a pile of wet straw, biting his lower lip, shaking unceasingly, and constantly chanting some unintelligible nonsense in his mouth, where is the white food that Ron had eaten before. Fat look?

Just then, a dementor floated over. The two Aurors who had been specially sent to guard him by the Ministry of Magic couldn't help frowning when they saw this dementor, obviously they didn't want to see this monster either.

But this place was their territory after all, and was promised to them by the Ministry of Magic, and in the end they did not stop it.

I saw the dark, crusted palm of the dementor resting on the cell door, and strands of white things quickly floated out of Peter through the fence and sucked into his big empty mouth.

After getting what he wanted, the dementor looked a little reluctant, but finally left. Because the Ministry of Magic has promised the wizard's soul to them, they can squeeze a drop of him as long as they wait one more day.

"Long time no see, Peter, how miserable you are now..."

Seeing Peter who was shaking in the cell, Carl slowly outlined a scornful smile. He wouldn't bother to come here if it wasn't for him to be useful. It was so gloomy and cold that it made him feel uncomfortable.

"who?!"

The two Aurors who were dozing off heard this sound suddenly excited, and suddenly pulled out their wands and nervously gestured in the air.

"Guess? If you guess me, I'll make you hehehe..."

An extremely weird voice came into their ears, and the two well-trained Aurors only felt their eyes dizzy, and the scene in front of them instantly began to blur...

"That's it?" Carl walked out of the shadows, and saw that he covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and then pinched the ecstasy from his hand with one hand. "Paris's stuff is quite easy to use. , Really deserves to be the master who specializes in sap..."

"Go, Peter, and find Voldemort.

According to your original plan, take him to the grave of death..."

Deep in the silent Azkaban, a low self-talking voice was quickly obliterated by the howling cold wind.

At the same time, a mysterious purple light flashed in Peter's cell.

After fixing the matter, Carl cast his gaze to the other cell slightly. While searching for Peter just now, he also noticed the figure of an old acquaintance.

"Professor Lockhart, I came to see you, how are you staying here?

Don't blame me, this is all you asked for..."

But it is a pity that Lockhart, who doesn't have much magic power in his body, can't resist the dementor's attack this year. He has become crazy and can't hear what he said.

Seeing that Lockhart couldn't even react, Carl shook his head slightly and gave him a pitying look. In the next instant, a purple light flashed, and Azkaban returned to silence again.

I don't know how long it took before the Auror who came to patrol discovered that the cell that originally held Peter Pettigrew had become empty.

Minister Fudge, who received the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison, rushed to the scene immediately with a large number of Aurors. His eyes were extremely hollow and he glanced at the empty cell for a long time without returning to his senses.

"Asshole! What the **** is going on, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, just wait for a walk to the Wisengama Tribunal together!"

Peter's room will be reserved for you in the future! "

After realizing that the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison had become a fact, Fudge was furious. He tremblingly pointed at the Aurors who were supposed to perform guard duties now, trembling with anger.

With a weak calf, he almost collapsed directly to the ground. With such a thing happening right now, the support rate earned by rehabilitating Sirius is estimated to be dispersed.

"Sorry, Mr. Minister... We both fainted when we heard a vague voice. When we woke up, Peter Pettigrew was gone..."

A middle-sized Auror couldn't even lift his head in shame at the moment, just covered his face and squeezed this sentence out of his throat to explain in vain.

"So, you mean, you didn't even see that person's face and let him take Peter Pettigrew away?"

After just getting this explanation, Fudge was mad at the moment. He stepped forward angrily and grabbed the Auror's collar, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm afraid so... sir..." the other Auror stammered.

"Very good...very good! I can't even look at it personally, what use is it for you to waste?!"

Fudge took a deep breath, and now he wished to ask these two idiots to chew on them.

Seeing that their minister was so angry, the two Aurors bowed their heads and felt cold, and Peter Pettigrew escaped from their hands so easily, they knew that they would never have the opportunity to climb up again in this life. And maybe I have to enter Azkaban for atonement...

"Mr. Minister, we checked it carefully. The cell door was given an unlocking curse and was not damaged. Peter Pettigrew should have escaped through space objects such as door keys, so..."

The remaining Aurors turned the cell upside down and didn't find the slightest clue. The leader who had a pale face moved hard, finally speaking out their conclusions.

"So? The door key...hehe...hehe~...

So you can't find him? "

Listening to the report of his own staff, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Fudge suddenly became worse, which meant that Peter Pettigrew was completely out of control.

However, the English magical world needs an explanation.

"Waste! It's all waste! I really don't know what use you are!"

After such a thing, Fudge couldn't control his emotions at all, and immediately began his incompetent rage.

He pointed tremblingly at these Aurors' noses and cursed for ten minutes before stopping.

The facts proved that it was the correct way to directly vent the anger in his heart. In the process, Fudge gradually began to calm down.

This event happened after all, no matter how much you scold the Aurors, it is impossible for Peter Pettigrew to come back again. How to make remedial measures is what he should do now.