Chapter 282 Dominate

Peter thought that it might be that wizard who discovered this place. The guys in the Middle Ages had no taboos about magic research.

That guy found the only safe area in this area that would not be entered by ghouls, or some magic to disperse the ghouls. In short, they successfully avoided all the ghouls where they hid.

They hid there until daytime, when all the dark creatures faded away, and they dared to come out. After returning to Hogwarts, no one mentioned this matter. In Sirius' words, that kind of dark and evil place was always guarded by the Centaur tribe.

"I just need to shake the bell..." Peter licked his lips again. He was a little nervous. You know, this place is about 60 meters away from the dry well.

However, this is not too difficult, but his usual timidity makes him still have a lot of fear in his heart. The hands reaching out from the ground are still very deterrent to Peter.

However, even if he is afraid, he has to move forward, he wants to gain strength, and he wants to live under the sun.

Peter gritted his teeth secretly. He seemed to have made up his mind. His face was a little grim. Voldemort told him how to get in. Of course, it was just a method. Everything after that would depend on him alone.

He stepped into the black area with one foot.

Then, Peter felt that the ground under his feet was like a boiling crucible. The originally solid soil began to shake. This was much stronger than the reaction they encountered during their school days.

Voldemort did not lie to him. The situation here was exactly the same as it knew, except for the more intense reaction...

However, Peter, who was still a student, was able to cross such a long black restricted area with Sirius and Lupin. Just a little more intense resistance would not be difficult for him.

Peter did not pause at all. As long as he shook the bell, he could safely enter the ruins mentioned by Voldemort from the well, where he could be like the original Voldemort and gain the kind of strength far beyond ordinary wizards.

In Peter's mind, he should at least have the strength to confront an Auror head-on...

I don't know if Voldemort would laugh if he knew his thoughts? Humiliation has been embedded in the bone marrow.

Peter thought, and he ran quickly towards the dry well. His speed was very fast. It was hard to imagine that Peter's fat body could burst out such a fast speed.

The ghouls in the ground had just climbed up, but before they could touch other bodies with their corrupt claws, Peter had already twisted left and right to avoid them. From time to time, Peter also released one or two barrier spells with his bare hands to separate the ghouls from his body, which made Peter's speed drop a little.

But overall, he was still safe, at least none of those dirty ghouls touched his body.

Finally, he was less than one meter away from the bell.

Peter jumped lightly and touched the bell, which was not very high, but the bell did not make any sound.

This scared Peter, and he turned back suddenly. Although the wind chimes did not ring, the rotten corpses seemed to have heard something terrible.

The soul flame that was originally burning in the eye sockets seemed to be shaken by something, and then quickly dimmed, as if it had encountered some natural enemy.

All the undead ghouls chose to dive into the black mud at the moment of shaking the bell.

Peter nodded with great satisfaction. So far, he knew that what Voldemort said at that time must be true. It seemed that he was only one step away from success. As long as he entered the dry well...

Yes, as long as he entered the dry well...

Peter repeated, he was like a demon, his eyes kept wandering between the bell and the well.

He knew that this bell had a very powerful soul-soothing function. Even if he didn't gain anything in the well, he would not return empty-handed as long as he got this bell.

He did what he said.

Peter stretched out his hand. The material of the thing tied to the bell could no longer be distinguished. Peter just pulled hard and the bronze bell fell into his hand.

He could use this thing to go to Egypt, where the dead were, but the thing in his hand just had a restraining effect on these dead. He didn't understand why Voldemort didn't take it away.

Perhaps Voldemort did not understand the magic of this bell. According to the tone Voldemort told him at that time, this seemed to be a key to enter. It seemed that Voldemort did not have the opportunity to come back here again.

In any case, this thing is his now. According to the ritual of mice, this thing is his. I licked it!

Peter wiped the mottled rust on it with his sleeve, but it did not work. This was also the mark brought by the years to the copper bell. He needed a lot of effort to wipe it clean. There were dense magic patterns on it. This was a rare treasure. Even if it was copied, it would be a considerable fortune to sell it to an Egyptian alchemist. You know, those alchemists are not short of money.

Peter chuckled twice. In his opinion, he had to go to Egypt once. Maybe it would be good to live there directly. He could live a comfortable life. Most importantly, he could stay away from Voldemort and Dumbledore. The pressure from these two leaders in the magic world was too great, like two sharp knives hanging over his head!

Peter didn't want to think about these two guys. What he was doing now was to steal the private wealth of one of them. Maybe Voldemort had forgotten about this place. Who knows?

Peter put away the bell with satisfaction. He shook the bell very hard again. The ground, which was still shaking, finally calmed down. Peter then turned his sight to the wellhead with satisfaction.

He was going to jump down from here soon. The stone wall of the wellhead had been eroded by chance. He kicked it with his foot, and a rock with floating dust fell down along the wellhead.

After about a few seconds, the sound of stones hitting the ground came from the bottom of the well. It was a dry well that was about several dozen meters deep.

This is obviously abnormal for a normal well, it is a bit too deep.

However, for a wizard, this height is nothing, and Voldemort has been down there before, so the air and magic needed for survival are obviously not a problem.

Peter stood by, looking at the dark wellhead, and he was unconsciously a little scared. What if he failed to release the floating spell before landing?

He felt that the wellhead was like a passage to another world, dark, as if it was going to swallow him up.

Peter was a little scared, his face turned pale, he put his hand in his pocket and touched the bell in his pocket, and then he reached out and touched his face.

Years of Animagus changes made his face gray and rough, and he suddenly felt a little strange about his body. He habitually touched his face, but he did not touch the whiskers of animals.

He finally woke up, he pinched himself hard, and then took two steps forward.

"As long as I jump from here, I can get strength..." Peter muttered to himself, "I want to live in the sun, I am a respected wizard, I don't want to be chased by those unpredictable rat enemies... I want to live like a normal person..."

"I...I...I want to leave here..."

Peter shouted... He gritted his teeth, even Sirius and others couldn't stop him, and the dry well couldn't take away his right to freedom.

Peter's eyes were closed, as if he was going to die generously, and he jumped into the dry well.

There was no light at all in the well mouth. Peter was scared and wailed. He clearly felt his falling body, and the surrounding stone walls rubbed from time to time. His figure was soon swallowed by the darkness.

And Fan Lin, who was hundreds of meters away, was still trying to catch up. There seemed to be a magical light in his eyes.

He quickly crossed the forest, chasing Peter's magic mark...

Peter finally stopped, which made Fanlin a little excited. He ran faster, but just when he jumped over a branch, a familiar voice sounded from the depths of his soul.

It was like someone was beating a drum in his mind, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat, his body instantly became stiff, and he fell straight on the black soil.

In this way, this blank time of the brain did not last long, and his breathing recovered as his consciousness recovered.

His heart beat very fast, even with the body of a ferret, Fanlin could clearly feel the sound of his heart hitting his skin. He took a few deep breaths, and the secret technique he had originally cast was forcibly lifted.

At the same time as the recovery, his Animagus also completely lost control, and he lay on the ground and quickly recovered his original body.

Cold sweat immediately wet Fanlin's hair and clothes, and he was exhausted, as if his magic power was exhausted, but his magic power had not been affected at all, and it seemed so abundant under the effect of the magic enhancement potion.

"Hoo...Hoo...Hoo..."

Fan Lin gasped for air, and it took him more than a minute to recover his normal breathing. His heart was still pounding, but at least he didn't have to worry about his heart breaking his ribs.

"What on earth is this..." (To be continued)