Chapter 280 Forbidden Forest Tracking (Part 2)

"Yes, that's it..."

Peter said secretly. He couldn't see the damn Boggart at all. In fact, when he was more than ten feet away from the Boggart, the Boggart cancelled its transformation.

However, he still wanted to use a magic wand to blow the damn Boggart into thousands of wisps of green smoke.

But just as he was thinking this, his body honestly bypassed the Boggart. He didn't think his wandless spell would have any effect. He had been frightened enough today.

However, the Forbidden Forest didn't seem to let him go. Just as he walked towards the ruins, the red hat hiding behind the tree scared him half to death.

This is a difficult little creature that looks like a goblin. As long as there is bleeding, you can find their traces. They usually lurk in the dungeons of castles and trenches of battlefield ruins, waiting to attack those who are lost. This dwarf-like animal lives in caves in ancient battlefields or places stained with human blood. Although it is easy to drive them away with spells or charms, they are still very dangerous to Muggles who are alone. They will try to beat him to death with a big stick in the dark night.

Peter is not a Muggle, he is a wizard. Since this red hat offended him, Peter will not let him go so easily.

Peter thought that this red hat should disappear in the forbidden forest with its weapon, and in fact, he did so.

He immediately lifted the transformation of Animagus and stretched out his hand. Although he did not have a wand in his hand and the power of the spell was pitifully small, it did not prevent him from killing the creature in front of him, just like stepping on an ant. In Peter's eyes, even Muggles are no different from this red hat.

This is also due to Voldemort's careful teaching. If he had followed the education of Hogwarts... well, his education at Hogwarts has been completely eaten by dogs... This is probably the worst time that a dog has been slandered...

"Reducto (smashed into pieces)!"

The dazzling red light illuminated the night. After a loud explosion, the red hat that originally wanted to attack Peter did not even make a wail, and completely dissipated in this world.

Looking at the green smoke and minced meat in front of him, the remains of the red hat hung on the tree, Peter felt that the world was finally quiet, and the red hat's ashes made his originally bad mood much better.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the depression that was originally caught seemed to dissipate with such a simple reductio mana. He had escaped, and he was very sure of this... There was no Voldemort, no Dumbledore, no Vanlinaire, and as for Sirius, he would die tonight, and the Ministry of Magic would never let him go.

Things are moving in a good direction, at least for Eddy. Although his future life will not be as comfortable as Banban's, he has also taken corresponding measures. The ruins pointed out by Voldemort, they only got the live map on the periphery. Although it is very scary, compared with the power of survival, it still can't stop Peter from moving forward.

Let him go to hell with the corpses and ghouls. He knows how to move forward and bypass those corpses. Voldemort's mark is the best pass.

Peter no longer hides his figure. His chubby body keeps moving forward. He enjoys the feeling of being able to walk on his legs.

But his pace has to speed up. That place is not far away from Hogwarts. He casts a haste spell on himself. He can clearly feel the scenery around him retreating rapidly.

How long has it been since he used magic to hurry up? He had always failed and was carried by Ron before. This poor guy couldn't even use the simple light body spell and the quick movement spell, let alone the advanced apparition. If Ron were to use it, his body would be torn apart.

...

Fan Lin ran all the way in the forbidden forest. He felt that Peter Pettigrew stopped for a while, not far away from him.

This made Fan Lin speed up his pace. His figure was like a white ghost, constantly leaping on the tree. He did not choose to move on the ground. The sound of stepping on the fallen leaves was too loud. In order not to disturb Peter Pettigrew, he had to give up this method.

However, his Animagus did not disappoint him. The high-speed movement and leaping on the tree trunk did not make his body feel uncomfortable.

The instinct of a ferret allowed his claws to firmly grasp the tree trunk, leaving you and me on flat ground. He moved in the air like running.

But just as Fanlin chased forward about a hundred meters, he was startled by a loud bang, and his hair stood up. Then he stopped on a branch.

He saw a red light, which was the cause of the explosion.

It might be a blasting spell or a shattering spell, and the person who cast the magic was obviously only Peter Pettigrew.

However, Fanlin couldn't help but feel a little tricky about Peter Pettigrew's strength. He had seen many adult wizards, but none of them could use the wandless casting technique to cast attack spells, although they didn't usually use it.

However, Fanlin did not expect that Peter could also cast spells without a wand. Fanlin was very sure that Peter did not have a wand in his hand. Everyone's wand stayed in their own hands, and Professor Lupin's wand was with Harry.

Fanlin frowned, he jumped down from the tree, and then lifted his Animagus transformation. He carefully held the wand and moved forward. Peter was less than two hundred meters away from him.

"What is he doing?" Fanlin said to himself. He was very surprised by Peter's pause. According to reason, Peter should leave the range of Hogwarts as soon as possible.

But these are not what Fanlin should consider. He wished Peter would stop and rest.

However, Peter did not seem to want to give Fanlin a chance to catch him. He only stayed for about a minute, and the tracking mark on Peter began to move quickly again.

"Damn..." Fanlin cursed. Since coming to Hogwarts to study, this sentence seems to have become the mantra of the four of them. All kinds of bad things have come one after another, and these things have almost become the main theme of them.

It was like a detective game, except that they did not join voluntarily, they were forced to explore, as if someone was constantly pushing them forward.

Fanlin trotted two steps, he jumped forward, and he unfolded his Animagus again. Peter moved a little faster this time, and Fanlin could clearly feel that Peter's mark quickly dimmed in his perception range.

"Squeak... Squeak..."

Fanlin said angrily, as if he was calling Peter Pettigrew to stop, but he ran to the place where Peter Pettigrew stopped, and a chill instantly penetrated Fanlin's mind.

There were bloodstains everywhere, scattered limbs fell on the treetops and leaves, and the strong smell of blood made Fanlin vomit.

This made his magic power unable to maintain, and the figure that was constantly leaping in the air fell to the ground in a mess, and then turned into a human form.

Fanlin looked at the mess around him, and he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​killing Peter in his heart. Of course, he recognized that this was a red hat, a weak dark magic creature.

However, being killed so cruelly obviously exposed Peter's cruel character. It's not that he couldn't accept killing dark creatures, but no matter the means or methods, Fanlin had no intention of letting Peter go. Perhaps throwing Peter to the Dementors is a good way to punish him. He wanted to do this from the beginning, and he is doing it now.

Fanlin gently waved his wand, and a stream of water quickly swept away the messy blood around him. This bloody smell made him feel very sick, and he didn't want to stay here at all.

There was a flash of red in Fanlin's eyes. He felt that he should catch Peter quickly and let him have more freedom for a while... (Okay, I can't make it up anymore...)

Fanlin's figure moved faster, and his two eyes had completely turned blood red. He needed a faster speed. The abundant magic power in his body gave him the capital to squander.

Dumbledore's magic potion, just thinking about it makes people feel excited, but... Dumbledore's help obviously formed Fanlin's capital to track Peter at the moment.

Time passed as the two ran, and Fanlin's speed was only slightly faster than Peter's, which made Fanlin feel very frightened. You know, Peter didn't have the same blood secrets as him, but he didn't surpass Peter in speed.

Obviously, Peter was not as bad as imagined, at least from the wandless spell just now and the speed of other things now, the Peter in memory was obviously completely weakened.

However, as he continued to go deeper into the forbidden forest, a feeling of uneasiness spread in Fanlin's heart.

This time he was alone, without Harry and Hermione, and Peter's strength was not as hard as he imagined, and there was also the bell, which would ring soon.

Obviously, there must be some connection between the strange bell and him now, but until now there is nothing that can make the bell ring.

Of course, the surrounding environment has undergone strange changes. As they continue to go deeper into the Forbidden Forest, the trees around them become darker and darker. They have already far exceeded the Forbidden Forest under the jurisdiction of Hogwarts. This is the territory of centaurs, but he has not found any signs of centaurs' life so far. (To be continued)