Chapter 220 Fear of Death

After dinner, when I returned to the dormitory, the golden moon was hanging high outside again.

After watching Professor McGonagall leave, Meka Anders closed the door and window. While Harry and the others were in the common room this time, she took out the self-portrait of the mixed-blood goblin Bithia.

Under the moonlight, this portrait seems to be covered with a layer of silver gauze. Bithiya's face is as calm as ever, her cloudy eyes are half-squinted, and the dark pointed hat on her head is strangely bright. If you look closely, you can see I saw layers of raised fine lines.

"How to get in..." Meka pondered.

He had always entered it passively before. He really didn't know how to trigger the space in the portrait and how to enter that space.

He looked up and down at the portrait, and finally his eyes rested on the lines on the pointed hat.

There is nothing surprising elsewhere, only here is something special.

"This portrait looks more realistic than ordinary oil paintings. If you look closely at Principal Phineas' face, you can see the layers of paint..." Meka thought.

He stretched out his hand to touch the fine lines on the pointed hat and could feel the uneven texture.

When he scratched the brim of the hat, his fingers felt as if they were stuck in the sand and felt like they were being wrapped. Meka smiled and stretched out his hand to explore.

Wow! The entire palm of his hand sank into the portrait, and the entire portrait, including the long table on which the portrait was placed, began to twist, as if it was being sucked into a whirlpool in the water.

Just for an instant, Meka's vision went dark, and his whole body was sucked into the whirlpool and disappeared.

On the long table, only Bithia's portrait was placed there quietly, leaning against the wall. The short mixed-blood elf wizard wore a pointed hat and half-squinted his eyes, looking at the white wall opposite.

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Suddenly, a brown door opened in the dark corridor, and a handsome young man wearing Gryffindor robes walked out.

Meka looked around, and before she could close the door behind her, she heard a hoarse voice coming from the corner:

"Help...help..."

He squinted his eyes and saw an embarrassed figure huddled in the corner, trembling like a homeless dog in the cold winter.

But this kind of trembling was not because of fear of anyone, but because of the bloody wound on his chest. It can be imagined that Peter Pettigrew was huddled here to keep warm, but too much blood flowed out of his chest, staining the ground red, and making his body lose weight. I took in too much heat and was very afraid of the cold.

However, it can also be seen from this that this guy does have the same terrible desire to survive as he did more than ten years ago. He can endure loneliness, bloodshed and pain.

Meka walked up and knelt down to look at him.

The shadow fell on Peter Pettigrew's face. His eyes staring straight at the ground were already dull. He just moved his eyes feebly and looked at the thing above his head where the shadow fell.

But when he looked at it, his eyes suddenly shone with crystal brilliance, and even his body shook. A mute but surprised voice came out of his pale mouth:

"you……!"

"Don't worry." Meka narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "I'm not here to save you, I just want to do something with you, but now it seems..."

He frowned, this guy was terribly weak now, this would take some blood and might kill him.

If Peter Pettigrew was dead now, then Sirius would really be in trouble every day, and he would probably be burdened with infamy and accusations for the rest of his life.

He has nothing to do with Sirius, but he once promised Principal Phineas Black to help his descendants get out of Azkaban. This was Principal Phineas's last wish.

At that time, he had nothing to show for it. He had indeed obtained the legacy of Principal Phineas, but he would still fulfill the promise he made. This was a matter of principle.

Just as Meka spoke, Peter Pettigrew was already hugging his right foot, with tears and runny eyes streaming down his face. He said hoarsely but excitedly:

"As long as it can save me, I will do anything..."

"I can be your slave, I know Bogu..." As he said this, the veins on his neck popped out, as if some magic spell had been triggered.

He grimaced in pain, but despite the few wisps of black mist coming out of his face, he still gritted his teeth and said:

"I know a lot about Boguna Rocco, and I am willing to help you find and kill him..."

"I'm still willing to..."

Meka looked at his face full of tears and runny nose. To be honest, she was still a little disgusted, but seeing his miserable look with a strong desire to survive, she was still a little touched.

This kind of primitive human emotion cannot be ignored even by a hard-hearted person, and the same is true for Meka, but even if he is touched, he will not let Peter Pettigrew go because of this.

Because this person did something wrong, even if he wakes up afterwards, he should still be responsible for what he has done, no one is exception.

"I can save your life now..." Meka smiled, "But there are some things I need you to cooperate with me in the future. Of course, it depends on what you want. If you really don't want to..."

"Yes, yes!" As soon as Peter Pettigrew heard the first half of the sentence, he seemed to hug Merlin's thigh. He howled loudly, but when his strength was exhausted, he sobbed again.

He didn't know how he got here for the past two days. At first, he thought he was dealing with a young wizard, but he didn't expect that the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Just a touch, a big hole was opened in his chest, and blood flowed non-stop.

Later, the young wizard fought with Boguna and left together, leaving only himself and a Nangdu leopard that was gradually awakening from petrification. He was shocked to see the Nangdu leopard struggling. He used his last bit of strength to reinforce the petrification spell of the Nangdu leopard several times, and locked it in a room, and then began to look for a way out.

But he had never been here before, and Boguna Rocco had not taken him to see it, so he could not find an exit. So he could only find a corner, hoping that the blood in his chest would flow less and slower, and hoping that someone would come back to save him soon, no matter who it was.

Meka stood up and was about to find some magic potion for him, but unexpectedly, Peter Pettigrew hurriedly grabbed his feet:

"Don't go, don't go..."

He looked down and saw that Peter Pettigrew was holding him tightly. He was really afraid of death. Even if he got his promise, he was still worried that he would leave suddenly.

Meka sighed helplessly: "I'm not leaving, I'm getting medicine, let go of your hand."

"I won't let go!" Peter Pettigrew was so excited that he spoke a little unclearly: "You saved me, I will let go..."

Meka was very worried that he would stick his snot on his pants, and he wanted to kick him away.

But he was afraid that he would die from the kick, so he could only keep this appearance and took out several bottles of hemostatic medicine, two bottles of nutrient adjustment, and a bottle of bone-growing medicine from the gold-rimmed bag, because Peter Pettigrew's chest could also see cracks in the bones under the blood.

He threw down the medicine, and Peter Pettigrew pounced on it like a hungry mouse, hurriedly pulled open a bottle stopper, and gulped it into his mouth. The solution flowed down his neck, and he wiped his hand and put it back into his mouth, not daring to waste it.

Meka glanced at his chest, and it seemed that because of the big movement, or perhaps because the medicine took effect quickly, there was a stream of bright red blood.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately took out an empty bottle, stretched out his hand, and let the blood flow into the bottle.

Although it was only half a bottle, it should be enough to start trying to learn to carve a special "rune pattern", which is the key to activating the spirit in the painting.

Meka put the cork on the bottle, put the bottle of blood in his pocket, and looked at Peter Pettigrew who was holding bottles of potions on the ground and licking the mouth of the bottle with his tongue, thinking:

"I don't know if this kind of "rune pattern" is easy to learn. If it is not easy to learn, I guess I will have to draw blood several times."

He no longer cared about Peter Pettigrew, looked at the room across the corridor where the roar came from, squinted his eyes, and turned away.

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When Meka left the portrait space again, a dark shadow appeared on the window near the corridor, and a pair of dark eyes immediately came up.

"Meka Anders." Sirius Black stared at the boy in the dormitory and took out the wand from his arms.

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