Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 65 Are there any good people among the Death Eaters?

Inside the side door of the principal's office is a spiral downward staircase. The place connected to the side door is directly below the principal's office. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a basement. Like the upper floor, this is also a round room, but there are many decorations missing. Here It was empty, except for a small tea table and two low stools.

Dumbledore rarely used it here. Although it was clean, it was less popular.

Snape's savage savagery disappeared instantly the moment he closed the door behind him and stepped up the stairs, just as the expression appeared, the transformation was extremely rapid.

Although Peter, who was tied up, couldn't say a word, there were some slight fluctuations in his eyes.

Carrying the fat mouse into the room, Snape threw Pettigrew on the ground, conjured up an armchair and sat opposite Peter, then moved his wand, and tied Peter up The rice dumpling-like rope loosened most of it in an instant.

"Idiot." Snape's mouth curled up in a sneer.

"Why didn't you die in the first place, you idiot?"

His shadowy face leaned forward slightly, and the bone-piercing cold made Peter shiver uncontrollably.
Peter thought of his master, the devil who couldn't even be named. Although Snape lacked a bit of charm, Peter shuddered all over because of his terrifying coldness.

He was not very courageous, or rather small.

"Do you know what it means for you to be arrested now, Peter."

After hearing Snape's question, Pettigrew swallowed silently and shook his head in panic.

"So, it would be nice if you died in the first place."

There was a raging fire in Snape's eyes, a flame fueled by hatred and rage.

"That stupid dog because of you! He's going out of A-Z-Ka-Ban now!"

He squeezed those words out between his teeth, his pale left hand grabbed Peter's neckline, and Snape's killing intent was revealed without any reservation.

"Help me, save me! Snape! Professor Snape!"

"Help me" Pettigrew's teary eyes dripped two lines of muddy tears.

"They were the ones who bullied you, I didn't! I was forced into it. It was Lupin's damn werewolf who brought me in. I don't want to be friends with them at all!"

"What Sirius, what James! I was never one of them!"

"Please please help me"

"For the sake of the master, help me."

Pettigrew does not hide his cowardice and timidity at all. This is his inner portrayal, and it is also the coat he uses to protect himself. Pettigrew likes to cling to the strong, and following inconspicuously is the survival he chooses means.

Snape looked at him coldly, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more intense.

"Here, let you go?"

"In front of Dumbledore?"

His ridicule almost turned into a slap on Peter's face.

"What do you take me for? What do you take Dumbledore for?"

"I'm just a lost dog." Snape whispered in a whisper, "After the Dark Lord left, in order not to be imprisoned in Azkaban, I could only live like a dog. "

"Fortunately, Dumbledore considers himself an excellent animal trainer, and it is impossible for me to escape from his grasp, because I still have some use, so I can survive until today."

"Maybe I should thank you, though you've done a shitty job, you idiot?"

"I thought, if I could get something of value out of your brain, maybe I wouldn't have to be so frightened in the future, wouldn't you, Peter?"

"Did you say it yourself, or should I help you?"

Snape was playing with the potion bottle in his hand, the potion dangling endlessly in the bottle carried a chilling and strange magical power.

"Not just Veritaserum." Snape's eyes were frighteningly bright at this moment, "I have many better things, maybe you want to try?"

Pettigrew understands, he understands completely in this instant
But it's not surprising. Peter knew what Death Eaters were like before, and there was no such thing as mutual help. If Voldemort hadn't been in the middle to suppress everything, This group of guys, each with their own thoughts and schemes, fell apart long ago.

Snape wanted to use him as a stepping stone for promotion and trust, which was beyond Peter's expectations, but it was within reason.

He also understood at this moment, why Snape was able to stay by Dumbledore's side for so long and has not been dealt with. Dumbledore needed someone to do black work, and Snape, who was so outstanding in acting that he was impeccable, fooled him. Great White Wizard.

Even at this moment, Peter was still a little sniggering in his heart, but the moment the thought arose, he was brought back to reality by the clink of potion bottles colliding.

"I tell you."

Peter nodded in a daze.

"I'll tell you all, but you have to promise me one thing."

Snape frowned slightly.

"Say." He said the word coldly.

"kill me"

Peter folded his arms and trembled, he closed his eyes and murmured in despair: "Kill me, Snape, kill me"

"I dare not do it myself, beg you, kill me later"

There was a heavy despair in those silent eyes.

"I don't want to go into Azkaban, I don't want to be kissed by a dementor, I absolutely don't want to stay in this world." He shivered, "The devil...the devil is in the world"

This fear from the bottom of his heart made Snape a little surprised. He couldn't imagine what kind of reason would make this cowardly, cowardly and fearful guy ask him for a death that he didn't even dare to go to.

"why?"

Snape spat out letters like a poisonous snake. Peter's fear aroused his curiosity. He didn't like Peter at all. He wanted to uncover the hideous wound under the scar and take a closer look. Maybe it would make him happy. Then for a while.

Pettigrew, who was pale in an instant, seemed to be in some extreme fear, he raised his head abruptly, and stared at Snape with teary eyes.

"Promise me, you must kill me, please"

Then Peter lay on the ground and turned around tremblingly. There was a huge damage to the robe on his buttocks. The body that hadn't bathed for ten years was covered with a layer of black old mud, but under the black mud Among them, there is a relatively clean place.

Snape took a few steps back, even kicking the stool behind him.

He swallowed in horror, and said in disbelief: "Who did it?"

After finishing speaking, Snape subconsciously covered his lower body, his legs were clamped tightly, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet, making the hair on his legs stand up like steel needles.

"It's a demon. As long as I'm still in this world, that demon will exist for a day. Even in Azkaban. Sooner or later, that demon will enter Azkaban. It's not safe. Nothing is safe in this world place."

Afterwards, Peter Pettigrew stopped his rambling thoughts, and he uttered a name, a name Snape was familiar with.

"Ron Weasley."

"He did it himself, without any hesitation."

"I remember, the blade is fast, the hand is steady, it hurts to be soaked in whiskey, and it is hopeless after being smeared with white fresh."

"Why does this kind of person exist in the world, he doesn't belong here, he should go to hell, only those devils and demons can deal with him"

Whimpering whispers flowed quietly on the icy ground, depressing the atmosphere here to the lowest point.

"So, please, Snape, please, I'll say anything, I'll tell you everything."

"Kill me when the time comes, you must kill me"

Peter Pettigrew didn't hesitate at all. He started to talk about the incident ten years ago, how he betrayed James and Lily, and sent them into the abyss of death step by step.

The veins on the back of Snape's hand hidden behind his back became more and more prominent, but his face was calm, as if he didn't know anything.

"very good."

A twisted sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"very good."

He raised his wand, and Pettigrew opened his hand. He was waiting for death, the time to escape this terrible world.

"If you die, then my dog...wouldn't be in vain?"

The rope ejected from the tip of the wand bound Pettigrew tightly again, even if he struggled constantly, he couldn't break free.

"You need to forget something, and then live well."

"Are there any good Death Eaters?"

Snape sneered, and then said the incantation:
"Forget it all!"

Peter was confused for a moment, and then a desperate roar leaked from the crack of the rope, turning this place into a wailing ghost all by himself.

(End of this chapter)