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As soon as the key items were in hand, Ann turned around and left, and the shadows shuttled several times, returning to Hogwarts from the different space created by Dumbledore in one breath.

Here, Merlin and others are ready to respond, and Ann has the same spells as the Weasley brothers, and the whole process is broadcast live.

The path to return to the earth here has been expanded to the largest extent, without any pause, after An Gang appeared, he returned to the earth together with the phantom of Merlin.

To understand what Dumbledore left behind, it is too difficult to rely on the equipment and researchers here.

"What should we do now?" McGonagall asked after Merlin left.

Too much information poured in at once, and McGonagall couldn't sort it out a bit.

"Find the one named Voldemort. Now he is not only your enemy, but also ours." Leona adjusted her clothes and badge and said, "I am now a Hogwarts life teacher and a sub-legendary professional. A wanted order and a lore order against Voldemort in the name!"

Snape frowned. He didn't understand why Leona wanted to do this. The question now was not whether Voldemort was wanted, but that they couldn't find anyone.

I found it, not to mention Leona's wanted, the Ministry of Magic originally had enough for Voldemort to eat a pot.

At this moment, a faint mist floated out of the principal's room. In the mist, Freddy grinned, and the sausage on his right hand became like an iron claw again.

"I seem to have heard the three words wanted, which is me, can I do it?" Freddy grinned, and the sullen words echoed throughout the principal's room.

"Does anyone disagree with this?" Leona looked at the others and finally confirmed.

"No, but please strengthen supervision. Voldemort can't have a more dangerous guy if he is gone." Professor McGonagall directly expressed his concerns without covering up.

Freddy turned his head and stared at McGonagall with a very unkind expression. This old lady, is this old lady giving me trouble? !

"We will." Leona nodded in response.

Compared to Voldemort, who doesn’t know where he’s hiding, Freddy is much better at catching Renlian. Let’s not talk about the marks left by various levels of characters on him. A thick stack of research reports on Freddy can guarantee that even a lower level professional can easily catch him.

Where did Voldemort hide when Harry and the others were in the third grade, and everyone in the future is also unclear. Voldemort himself, Bella, Peter and others who knew about this had already died in that wizarding war.

However, during the review process after the war, the future Principal McGonagall and others still found some clues, that is, everything happened after Peter escaped from Azkaban. The confession, saying that Voldemort was 100% released by Peter is a bit exaggerated, but the probability of nine levels is definitely not much.

At this moment, Leona suddenly discovered that it seemed a good thing that Peter hadn't been destroyed directly by humanity, but this matter might have to be coordinated by the Ministry of Magic here.

Well, I would be willing to give myself an extra medal if I want to come to Fudge.

A few days later, in the deepest prison of Azkaban, Peter fell in the middle of the prison, still unconscious. The effect of Renlian’s sleeping potion was a little too good, and Ivy was directly under Leona’s emphasis. Using three times the dose, Peter has been asleep, and will continue to sleep.

Now Peter is still alive. Thanks to Fudge’s arrangement. Peter, a guy who has scammed his death once, made him more alive and more capable of showing Fudge’s wiseness, because death is not necessarily a real death. , Especially Peter, who gave him a criminal record.

"Little mouse, Uncle Freddy is here~" Freddy appeared from the dream and stuck it on Peter's body, his mouth close to Peter's ear, and the voice came into Peter's mind little by little.

Under Freddy's stimulation, Peter trembled twice and began to have a nightmare.

Immediately afterwards, Freddy's hand clenched into a fist was raised to Peter's nose and opened in a rush, and the fumigated low-dose sleeping agent antidote was sent into Peter's nose. The next second, Freddy A flash, sneaked into Peter's dream.

Marked silently by a nightmare, Peter Pettigrew could not escape Freddy even when he ran into the underworld.

"Where am I... why can't I move anymore... that cat? That **** cat?!"

A few hours later, Peter regained a little consciousness, and his five senses began to recover gradually. The first thing to recover was his hearing.

As for the cat Peter mentioned now, it was Hermione's pet, a big cat with part of the raccoon pedigree. It could perceive Peter's duplicity, and would try to attack Peter's rat-spots every time he met.

"Why do we deliver nutrient solution to this garbage every day? Just let him die."

The voice of the Azkaban guard reached Peter's ears.

Peter immediately stopped his attempts to move his body and began to pretend to be dead again, which he was very good at.

"The minister needs him to live."

Another guard said helplessly.

Then Peter felt that a needle had been pierced directly into his hand, the kind without any technique, except that it was stuck in a blood vessel, it did not meet any injection standards.

"Eh... if you want him to live, live, why do you want him to stay drowsy? Isn't this giving him preferential treatment?"

"I have been falling asleep, and even the dementors are not willing to come over, and the fear is too little."

Peter was shocked, dementor!

Was he thrown into Azkaban? !

"Don't complain, people who are sleeping will not run away, but we have suffered from both of our brothers. We have to come over every day to see if he is dead."

"Eh...also, but the only good news is that the dementors don't wander around here, it's a bit more comfortable than going to other prisons."

"Stop talking, there is a sulky anger here, it's so unpleasant, so hurry up and finish the fight."

Afterwards, Peter felt a puff of liquid poured into his body from his hand.

What followed was a huge pain. Azkaban's guards all learned injection techniques temporarily, and they didn't pay attention to Peter's feelings at all, so the pain was normal.

Peter resisted the pain and tried to stay motionless. Although he didn't know how he woke up, he could never be found by the guards.

If you are discovered, your best fate is to fall into a coma again!

Relying on his fierce desire to survive, Peter did not reveal any flaws before the guards left.

After hearing the sound of the cell door closing, Peter waited for a few minutes, and then began to struggle hard.

The effect of the sleeping pills faded little by little over time, and Peter slowly regained control of his body.

Lie on the ground, opened his eyes, and secretly observed the surroundings.

Peter found that there was no light around him. After his eyes got used to the environment here, he determined that he had been thrown into Azkaban, and judging from the brightness, he estimated that he had been thrown into the innermost.

Then, a sorrow came into Peter's nose, and he subconsciously moved his hips, and he felt a little wet.

After lying here for so many days, all of Peter's excretion relied on his own body's instincts, so all the urine was on his body.

That is to say, the nutrient solution is basically liquid, so there is no need to go to the back to excrete, or it would be more disgusting.

"I have to go, I have to go!"

"I deceived the guards, but I can't deceive the dementors. When I get active, the group of guys will gather, and the things I woke up will be discovered."

Several thoughts floated in Peter's mind, and he moved his body several times. According to the swing of his body, Peter estimated that it would take at least one day before he recovered.

It's too long! Totally unacceptable!

Those two guards will come once a day, I only have one day today!

Peter thought about looking at the cell. After Sirius escaped successfully, the cell still looked like a ghost. It seems that Fudge didn't allocate funds to repair the infrastructure here.

In other words... I can do that too...

Peter closed his eyes. He once saw reports of Sirius’ escape from prison in the newspaper. At that time, Peter was thinking about how Sirius escaped. In the end, he felt that the only thing Sirius could use was to hide them. The identity of Agmanis.

Fortunately, fortunately, I was hit by a so-called sleeping agent, otherwise I would not have to escape according to Agmanis’ imprisonment method.

Peter thought fortunately.

Boom boom boom, counting his heartbeat, Peter suddenly opened his eyes after thinking about ten hours had passed.

After moving my body, I still feel a little inflexible, but my basic functions have been restored.

After all, Peter had only lie down for a few days, and his muscles hadn't been so stiff to recover.

Peter took a deep breath, and in the next second, there was one less male prisoner in the cell, and one more wretched mouse with a broken finger.

The mouse rushed towards the prison door, taking three steps and falling two steps. Fortunately, the mouse, falling twice is no big deal.

After trotting all the way in the deep prison for a while, Peter came to the first level, a door with no gaps.

This is the only defensive facility that Azkaban has added for so long, specifically to defend against Agmanis among the prisoners.

Peter went around the iron gate several times, and found helplessly that there was really no gap here.

Could it be that I have to die here like this? !

Peter sat down on the ground and made a move that was completely inconsistent with a mouse.

Dangdang, a few slight bumps sounded.

Peter turned his head and was taken aback. A mad woman in rags squatted behind the door of a cell, staring at him so hard.

This man Peter knew, Voldemort's faithful lackey, Bella.

Yes, she was rebelled and sentenced to life imprisonment, in Azkaban!

Peter seemed to have found a glimmer of life, he changed back into a human form, pointed to the iron door, and kept making gestures, hoping that Bella could help to find a way to open the iron door.

When Bella saw the true dwarf star, her face showed a real expression. She knew that the mouse was a person, or she wouldn't knock on the cell door for testing.

Speaking of which, Peter's luck is also really good.

It turns out that this prison is the site of dementors, and the crowded dementors are almost filling up this place, so in normal times, there will be no guards staying in this area.

The last time Leona directly killed most of the dementors, the density of the dementors in this area also suddenly dropped, but the tradition is still maintained, because no one wants to stay with the dementors.

The decrease in the number of dementors also made Bella regain some energy. Before changing, Peter had a high probability of seeing a half-crazy Bella, and it was impossible to find a way to cooperate with him.

Bella gave a wicked smile, then slapped the cell door vigorously, and at the same time let out a meaningless roar.

Peter frightened a Ji Ling and quickly changed back to the form of a mouse.

Da Da Da, the guard's running sound came from far and near, and Peter took the opportunity to hide beside the iron gate and curled up his body into a meat ball.

Snap, the iron gate was pushed open directly, and the guard rushed in with the lantern, drew out his wand and pointed at Bella.

"Crazy woman! What do you want to do!" the guard said loudly.

Bella didn't reply, she just shook the cell door there, without looking at Peter from start to finish.

In this gap, Peter also ran out from the iron gate little by little, and then hid in a dark corner.

"It seems that you dislike less dementors! Crazy woman! You wait for me!"

The guard shouted angrily, and then motioned to his companion to bring a few dementors over to teach Bella a lesson.

In the big night, with such a big movement, deliberately letting their brothers rest is not good, right?

After communicating with the dementors through internal methods, the companion soon brought a few dementors over, saying that they were carrying them, but in fact there was still a distance of more than ten meters between the two.

After confirming that the dementor was in place, the two guards quickly turned around and closed the iron gate.

The dementor floated in front of Bella, and then Bella, who had been hitting the cell door, slowed down.

After all emotions were taken away, her physical strength suddenly lost its meaning.

With a snap, Bella slumped directly on the cell door under the siege of several dementors, and slipped onto the ground stingingly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Even so, the dementor hadn't left yet.

The Azkaban guard told them that as long as they don't kill people, they can **** it up this time.

"Hey, you said they won't kill her..." the guard asked with a cold trembling twice.

"Probably not, I have explained it several times." The companion said with a slightly uncertain tone.

"Let's go in and take a look later, don't really die, die, you can't explain it to the top."

"I know, I know."

While the two guards were chatting, Peter moved out along the prison wall bit by bit. He has only one idea now, and that is to escape the prison.

As for the Bella who came to watch and opened the cell, Peter said that he had never seen Bella before, and loved him to death. What did it have to do with him?

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