Chapter 477 Angry Fudge (2 in 1, 4000 Words)

"It's a good idea, bring the money, and do the work you promised yourself!" An Auror looked at the smelly socks in Mrs. Peter's hand and waved his hand in disgust.

"Really, you won't even do this little favor!" Mrs. Peter curled her lips, took out a few gold galleons from her pocket and threw them over, her legs and feet were trembling, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The sock in her hand was actually a disguised door key. She spent all her money to buy it from the wizard market in Knockturn Alley. It looked fine on the outside, but if these Aurors inspected it, they would definitely find something wrong.

So she could only choose to retreat in order to advance, taking a gamble that the other party would refuse.

Fortunately, just as she had imagined, these Aurors were not willing to help put dirty, smelly socks on a criminal.

Mrs. Peter couldn't help but smile.

In fact, when she was in the cell before, she was planning to use the portkey to teleport away with Pettigrew.

But I didn't expect that Azkaban has a complete defense mechanism inside. Not only is it forbidden to disapparate, but even the door key cannot work.

So she could only risk knocking out the Auror who was supervising her, and pretending to be the Auror trying to find an opportunity to contact Pettigrew.

Fortunately, this backup plan went smoothly.

While rejoicing in her heart, Mrs. Peter controlled her emotions and tried not to show any strangeness, approaching step by step, but her body still trembled slightly out of nervousness.

The tall and thin Auror had been paying attention to her strange movements and was keenly aware of this. His eyes narrowed slightly. When Mrs. Peter slowly approached, he suddenly spoke.

"etc"

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Peter's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She tried her best to pretend to be calm and turned to look at the other party.

"Well, it's not good to get your money for nothing. How about we help him dress?" The tall and thin Auror stared at Mrs. Peter and said word by word. His hands were already quietly pressed on his waist. wand between.

The other Auror didn't react at first, but under the hint of his colleagues' eyes, he also noticed something was wrong. He took a few steps forward and said to Mrs. Peter.

"Bring the stuff!"

Mrs. Peter was in a dilemma. If she handed over the door key, she would be found out immediately. If she didn't hand it over, the two Aurors would also attack her.

She knew very well that she had no chance of defeating them, especially since the two Aurors seemed to be on guard.

The silence lasted no more than a second before the tall and thin Auror took out his wand and prepared to take action.

Mrs. Peter said in surprise at this time.

"What's wrong with you? Are you suddenly nervous? I just asked you to go, but you are too dirty. It's really baffling! Take it, it will save me some trouble."

Mrs. Peter looked at the two of them strangely, and casually threw the smelly socks in her hand to one of the Aurors.

The latter was surprised by Mrs. Peter's decisiveness and wondered if he had thought too much, so he subconsciously took the thing over.

As soon as he got it, Auror immediately noticed something was wrong. The texture didn't feel like socks at all.

Unfortunately, by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

Mrs. Peter had already activated the effect of the portkey when she threw the thing. The Auror suddenly felt that his navel seemed to be hooked by something, and then it was pulled, and disappeared with a whirlwind. In place.

"Arnold!"

The sudden abnormality was beyond the expectations of the tall and thin Auror, but he immediately recognized that it was the effect of the portkey, so without any hesitation, he waved the wand to Mrs. Peter.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand

However, it was a hasty attack after all. Mrs. Peter easily dodged with the young body in her hands, and then she launched a vicious counterattack.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Mrs. Peter yelled at the top of her lungs, integrating her anger into the spell. She was forced to use the portkey to send away an Auror. Now she had to kill the other Auror to have any hope of escape.

In her expectant eyes, the cursed beam hit the target. Mrs. Peter was immediately overjoyed, but did not notice the cold look in the other person's eyes.

The protective glove on the tall and thin Auror's right hand glowed faintly, and the cursed beam immediately returned to the original path and hit Mrs. Peter herself.

The angry blow caused the original owner to suffer a lot.

Ahhhh! ! !

The pain that tore her body apart made Mrs. Peter wail miserably. The wand fell out of her hand and fell to the ground. Deep scars were opened on her abdomen, and scarlet blood continued to flow from the wounds.

Because the injury was so serious, Mrs. Peter fell to the ground and covered the wound. The polyjuice potion she took quickly lost its effectiveness.

Mrs. Peter's appearance gradually changed from a young Auror back to a gray-haired old witch. With the horrific wound on her upper abdomen, she looked so sad.

The tall and thin Auror didn't have the slightest sympathy, he just felt unlucky that he was almost fooled by an old woman.

What's more important is that one of his two colleagues was teleported away, and the other did not know whether he was alive or dead, and he didn't know what he was doing now.

The tall and thin Auror gave Mrs. Peter a hard kick in anger, sending her rolling around, and was about to question Jack and others about the situation.

At this time, behind him, the stupid Pettigrew saw Mrs. Peter's miserable condition. He felt a burst of heartache for some reason, and suddenly seemed to go crazy. He rushed forward and bit the Auror's right hand with his teeth.

"Ahhhh?! Let go, you lunatic!" The tall and thin Auror didn't expect this at all. He was accidentally bitten. He immediately screamed in pain and slapped Pettigrew's head desperately, trying to let him go. He relented.

Mrs. Peter did not miss this opportunity. She endured the heart-wrenching pain in her abdomen, grabbed the wand that fell on the ground, and released the last magic at the top of her lungs.

"Collapse!"

The tall and thin Auror kicked Peter away. In the little time he wasted, he had no time to cast the spell. He could only stare into Mrs. Peter's eyes, hoping that the protective gloves would take effect.

It is a pity that the cursed beam was not reflected this time. Mrs. Peter's angry crushing curse had already exhausted the magic power of the protective gloves and could not be reused in a short time.

If only I had a protective ring

A thought flashed through Auror's mind, and then he fell to the ground unconscious under a spell.

Mrs. Peter didn't have time to rejoice as she crawled over step by step and found the key to the magic shackles from the other party's body.

"Hurry, Pettigrew, my child, come here, hurry!" Mrs. Peter shouted excitedly to Pettigrew.

Pettigrew's memory became very confusing, but he could still instinctively feel that the old witch in front of him was close to him. Otherwise, he would not have subconsciously attacked the Auror when he saw the other person was injured, so he obeyed the order and moved closer.

Mrs. Peter didn't care about the injury in her abdomen, and unlocked Pettigrew's shackles with trembling hands.

Then she glanced at the sky, her expression suddenly changed, she grabbed Pettigrew's clothes and shouted weakly.

"Please, think of something, come on and turn into a mouse, they're coming, they're coming!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Pettigrew looked confused, and some memories flashed through his mind.

The restless Dementors in the sky have already flown down. They have been sensing everything happening below. However, the Aurors have the upper hand and have not received orders, so they dare not come down at all.

But it’s different now, these ugly monsters are swarming in, like the sideburns pounce on their prey on the grassland, ready for a delicious meal!

The whistling wind echoed across the island, which was the excited shouts of the dementors.

Mrs. Peter tried hard to protect Pettigrew, repeating the words she just said over and over again in Pettigrew's ears, begging him to save himself.

More and more memories emerged from Pettigrew's brain, but they couldn't be connected.

Fortunately, his survival instinct forced him to spontaneously spread the magic power throughout his body, and his body began to shrink slowly, and finally turned into the shape of a mouse.

"Great, let's go, let's go!" Seeing Peter finally transform into animagus form, Mrs. Peter was so excited that she shed tears and urged quickly.

The gray-black mouse hesitated and was unwilling to leave. It even bit Mrs. Peter's sleeve with its mouth, as if it wanted to drag her away.

"Don't worry about me. I'm very old. I'm going to die. You can't save me. Let's go! Hurry!" Mrs. Peter shook her head weakly. She knew very well how serious her injuries were, and she also felt the vitality in her body. Being constantly pulled away.

The gray-black mouse squeaked, seemingly hesitating, but Mrs. Peter's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she tilted her head and lost her voice.

A great sadness enveloped Pettigrew's heart, and memories poured out of his brain like a tide, but they still seemed messy.

"Who am I? Peter Pettigrew? A Death Eater?"

Peter Pettigrew murmured to himself, then shook his head, thinking of another fragmented memory.

In my memory, I seemed to be groveling before a young wizard, reprimanding the Dark Lord for his brutal rule.

The messy memory caused Pettigrew's brain to experience pain like needles. Seeing the disgusting monsters in the sky rushing down, Pettigrew no longer hesitated and fled here in a hurry.

However, he did not run towards the outside world, but headed inside Azkaban.

Pettigrew, who has regained some of his sanity, is very clear that it is unrealistic for a mouse to swim away from the island and will be captured soon. It is better to go to Azkaban and hide under a prisoner, maybe Able to evade search

Before Pettigrew could run far away, the Dementors had already floated down, and each one was very angry and wandering around angrily.

Originally, in their perception, there were three delicious foods underneath, but now two of them have disappeared directly in their perception, and the remaining one is still an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

The angry dementors became more and more ready to move. They considered whether to kill the only living person present and absorb his soul.

However, just when they hesitated for a long time and were about to make up their minds, a ball of flame appeared out of thin air on the empty ground, spread and exploded suddenly.

Accompanied by the loud song of the Phoenix, a figure in purple robe and white beard walked out of the rising firelight.

"It seems that I came a little late." Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Auror on the execution ground and Mrs. Peter, who was wearing Auror costume, seriously injured and bleeding to death, and quickly guessed what happened here. What.

The ignorant dementors were a little angry at Dumbledore's arrival. They swarmed up to absorb the old professor's soul, and then fled in terror.

Because a blue phoenix flew out from the top of the wand in Dumbledore's hand, floated around in a circle, and forced the dementors into the sky again.

After driving away these annoying monsters, Dumbledore took a few steps forward to check the cause of Mrs. Peter's death to see if he could find any clues.

At this moment, there were several more spatial fluctuations, and Fudge led a large group of Aurors in a hurry, and Apparated themselves in the center of the field.

Seeing the shackles scattered on the ground and the Auror lying aside, Fudge trembled and almost lost his balance.

"Who can tell me what the hell is going on?!" Fudge was furious. He was almost going crazy. If anyone knew that Peter Pettigrew successfully escaped during the execution, it would be all over!

"Albus?! Why are you here? Did you attack the Aurors and Dementors here and let Peter Pettigrew go?"

Fudge had almost lost his mind. He suddenly turned his head to look at Dumbledore, eager to find someone to take on this responsibility.

"Cornelly!" Dumbledore frowned and emphasized, "I think you should be able to figure out what's going on here!"

"Perhaps you can also ask Mr. Auror!" Dumbledore waved his wand and lifted the coma spell on the Auror on the ground.

After a while, the tall and thin Auror woke up. After seeing a few people on the field, he had a look of panic on his face and hurriedly explained.

"Your Excellency Minister! Just now, Pettigrew's mother, Mrs. Peter, used Polyjuice Potion to transform into Jack's appearance."

"I know! You just need to tell me where Peter Pettigrew is now?!" Fudge interrupted the tall and thin Auror and almost squeezed out the words from his mouth.

He rushed over after receiving a notice from Arnold who was teleported away by the portkey. Of course, he knew exactly what happened.

But Fudge thought that when he arrived, he would see that Mrs. Peter had been executed, and that Pettigrew was being imprisoned here, or that his soul had been absorbed by the dementors.

But he didn't expect such a result. Although Mrs. Peter was dead as he expected, the most important Pettigrew was missing!

This made Fudge very angry. An old witch in her sixties or seventies could actually rescue a death row prisoner from the tightly controlled Azkaban?

And this was in front of several Aurors and a large number of Dementors.

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