Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 113 Happy Time Is Always Short

After the screaming rat howled, its head tilted and passed out. The will that constituted the silent fourth natural disaster was too dark. In terms of energy purity, the dark magic power that could rival the ancient magic power was transformed in Peter's heart. There was an unspeakable horror scene.

As if looking directly at the indescribable old god, Peter, who was not very timid, was directly frightened and fainted.

But soon, he opened his eyes immediately, a small flame was burning at the tip of Harry's gun muzzle, the thin flame that was just right for lighting a cigarette was roasting his tail, accompanied by the burnt smell, was caught Waking up from the pain, Peter once again turned into a noise maker, pleasing the smiling boy with his lively performance.

Harry admits that he is indeed not a good person. When he sees the pain of his enemies, his heart is happy and joyful. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. It will bring disaster to the whole family, let's cut the weeds and eradicate the roots.

But this is a way to treat enemies and enemies. Under normal circumstances, Harry is extremely normal. He is warm and generous to his friends and relatives, and he will never be the first to speak harshly to strangers. His labels are rational, restrained, and polite. He can always get along well with many people, this is his tutor, no matter in his previous life or in this life, the education he has received is the same.

But in the same way, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. He is well aware of this truth and has been consistent throughout. Because of this, his personality is extremely polarized when facing different people, no better than schizophrenia. .

"Although I have a lot of questions I want to ask you, Peter, but before that, please let me be happy. I have spent so much effort to find you, and I can't give you the veritaserum and explain it clearly. Sending you to Azkaban for retirement, right, that would be too kind, not my style."

"If it's torturing people, I may not be able to do it now. My perverted level is not as high as that of Professor Grindelwald, but who made you a little fat mouse now?"

"Thank you my dad for teaching you how to transform your Animagus." Harry's voice suddenly cooled down, "This way I won't have any psychological pressure when I torture you for fun, hehehe~"

Under the effect of transfiguration, a whole set of wooden 'furniture' of mouse version was transformed by Harry.

"The first game we played today is called Che Crack. Look, isn't the pony car I turned into a very similar one?"

"Please don't worry, I have enough potions on me, even if you have only one breath left, I can snatch you from the hands of the god of death."

Some bottles and cans were put on one side, and Shushu's limbs were tied with small ropes, while the other end was on the wooden carriage.

"Che Crack also has a name called Wumafenshi. Although I won't put a rope on your head, who gave Shushu a tail?"

Under the novelty and excited gaze of Harry and Grindelwald, the two chaotic and evil people, the pony carriage started to move, and the taut rope pulled the rat's body straight, and as the tension continued to increase, a trace of There was a slight tearing sound.

"Oh oh oh!!!"

Grindelwald clapped happily, "Interesting, this kind of punishment is much more interesting than the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Change me to me next time!" Grindelwald, who was so happy like a child, took out his wand and eagerly tried it. "I'll try Iron N. Muggles in the Middle Ages like this thing very much. I don't know how the show will work."

After the two happy people got together, the picture of reality began to become distorted. Dumbledore, who couldn't see clearly, opened the door. He was holding a can of cockroaches and eating hard, which can bring happiness. The sweet and greasy taste made his wrinkles stretch, and he temporarily forgot the shrill cry coming from his ears.

As a member of the good camp, he didn't like to see this scene, but who made Grindelwald have a good time, as long as he chose to forget, then this incident never happened.

When enjoying happiness, time always flies by very quickly. After the two happy people barely had fun, the dark sky outside has already bred a ray of light. After the torture of Snape potion and endless happy games Now, at this moment, Peter is on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for the refreshing potion, our little Mr. Mouse would definitely not be able to spend this happy time.

Shushu, who was already completely dead, was picked up by Harry with his tail. Dumbledore, who had already eaten a lethal amount of sweet candy, burped. They didn't communicate with each other. Fawkes, who appeared suddenly, wrapped the three of them in flames. With one click, Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office after a long absence.

Those exquisite silverware are still holding the spiraling smoke, and the spotless principal's office does not have a trace of long absence. Peter Pettigrew, who had returned to his human form, collapsed on the ground. Although he didn't have the slightest scar on the outside, his spirit, which was almost broken, made him feel like a wooden man in a daze at the moment.

"What shall we play next?"

These words that have appeared countless times before seemed to activate a certain switch, his body jerked violently, and Peter, who jumped up from the ground, wanted to run away like crazy, but he who could only walk in the air did not leave at all. possible.

"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything! Please let me die! Please! Please!"

"Mice still look pleasing to the eye." Grindelwald's voice interrupted Peter's shrill scream. "It's too ugly to be a human."

The man-shaped Peter, whose clothes are tattered and smells like he hasn’t bathed in ten years, looks really bad. Although he still has thick curly hair now, he still has a mischievous look, and he has been transformed into a mouse for a long time. This has had a great impact on him, not only mentally, but even his demeanor and expression have converged to a certain extent.

"Yeah, my dad's taste is too bad, even if he is a younger brother, he won't throw all the rubbish on his back."

Harry began to criticize. To be honest, he admitted Lily's identity, but he didn't agree much with cheap father James. Although Harry understood that James loved him no more than Lily. Few, but sometimes, people need to 'see' to 'believe'.

Even if it's just a word, Harry may never hear that concern from his father in his life.

With a trace of sadness, Harry took out the bottle containing Veritaserum.

"Three drops."

He was talking to himself, and Peter, who looked eager, opened his mouth wide, as if this potion was some kind of delicacy, and swallowed it forcefully.

An extremely familiar disgusting smell spread in his mouth, even though his tongue was already numb, but this smell that almost penetrated into the depths of his soul has never been called 'used to'.

The dusty old things of the past spit out from Peter, the "protagonist", from the betrayal ten years ago to the Halloween accident last year, he explained everything in detail.

Voldemort was not brought to Hogwarts by him, but after he came to Hogwarts, Voldemort came to him. The Dark Mark branded on his body is the coordinates of positioning. The servant who was left with this brand, He couldn't escape Voldemort's grasp, even if he went to the ends of the earth, he still couldn't escape Voldemort's grasp.

Just when the servant of the Dark Lord vomited everything out, a pair of scarlet eyes full of hatred opened from the darkness, the misty spirit body broke away from the shackles of the container, the dark magic power merged into his body, and the black mist reappeared again. formed his body.

Death is not the end, and death may not necessarily lead to a greater adventure. The surviving ghosts try to open up a new path. Does the immortality that people talk about really exist?

(End of this chapter)