Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 325 See Prison Break Again
Klein finally understood what these little girls were planning.

Good guy, I really don't have any free time!
Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, his status as a "public lover" can be regarded as a stone hammer.

Even Krum's partner looked eagerly into the arena after the opening dance, and Krum's face darkened for a while.

"Go if you want."

But he didn't get angry, he just waved his hand helplessly.

Can't win.
He could see that no matter which aspect, he couldn't win.

I don't know if they had a grudge in their previous life. Damn Klein Grindelwald always seems to be targeting him.

Krum was aggrieved.

Krum had nothing to say.

After all, his headmaster, Igor Karkarov, was beaten violently.

Alas, the only one who can restrain Klein Grindelwald is a great wizard like Dumbledore.

Ok?
and many more!

Krum looked at the back of his female companion going away, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Yes, how could I forget that person.

But soon, he shook his head violently, as if trying to get those dangerous thoughts out of his mind.

"No, no, why would I think that, it's wrong"

He was talking to himself in the corner, his voice getting lower and lower.

Finally, Krum raised his head and looked firmly at the most beautiful cub on the dance floor, as if he had made up his mind.

There will be no other answer.

Only Sauron can help him get his lost dignity!

Azkaban Prison.

Winter is getting harder and harder.

"Ah."

Peter Perudi was wrapped in a thin sheet, but he couldn't resist the invasion of cold air.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, reached out and touched the lower eyelashes - there was a thin layer of ice on them.

"Can someone help me?"

Peter felt that if this went on, he would freeze to death.

So, he yelled loudly.

But unfortunately, this is a place where hope is abandoned, and pain and despair are the best nourishment.

Until his voice was hoarse, he could no longer speak, and no one came over to even look at him.

Peter gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He only has regrets in his heart now.

Of course, he doesn't regret what happened back then.

He just regretted why he was so careless and was caught by the Ministry of Magic - if he had known this would happen, he would have found an excuse to watch the house on the day the Dark Lord attacked the Ministry of Magic.

"Ah~"

Thinking of the Dark Lord, Peter sighed again.

Although he was branded with the "Dark Devil's Mark", he couldn't jump off the big ship of Voldemort, but one thing to say, his hapless master has been silent for too long, and he really can't see the current form clearly.

Not to mention the lawless Sauron, who even the European Ministry of Magic united could do nothing about it, but just mentioning the "little devil" at Hogwarts, Peter felt that if the Dark Lord came in front of him, he would also be beaten violently.

"Be sober, now is not the time when you ran rampant in England more than ten years ago!"

Peter would have yelled those words in Voldemort's face if he could.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have the guts, and he won't have this opportunity.

If nothing else, Azkaban will be the last stop of his life.
Unwilling, fear.

All kinds of emotions were brewing in his heart, and Peter's teeth were clenched up and down, still refusing to give up the last sliver of luck.

"Is there anyone. Help and spare me."

He shouted intermittently for a long time, but this time, someone answered him.

Um.
It's not appropriate to say it's a "person", to be more precise, it's a dementor covered in a tattered cloak.

"leave me alone!"

At the sight of the dementor, Peter screamed, even his fat face, pale with cold, contorted.

These monsters who only know how to absorb positive emotions will turn themselves into empty shells!
The dementor stared with interest at Peter who was curled up in the corner and roaring in a low voice, just like watching the roast pig on the dinner table tonight.

But it's not time to "eat", so it can only fly away lightly.

Seeing the dementors go away, Peter felt as if he had just been fished out of the water, his back soaked in cold sweat.

When he was blown by the wind, he suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

"I don't know how Sirius survived all these years."

Peter smiled miserably, and nervously gnawed at his fingerless hand.

In a trance, he seemed to hear Voldemort's whispers in his ears.

"Peter My Servant"

"Dark Lord?"

Peter responded subconsciously, and suddenly there was a shock.

No, this is not an illusion.

"Peter, my servant."

There was another sound, and the whisper in my mind became more and more clear.

Peter was so frightened that he went to the iron gate to look around. Seeing that there was no one around, he swallowed a mouthful of foam and raised his hoarse voice, and held onto the "Mark of the Dark Demon" on his left arm.

"Master, Peter is here. Peter has been waiting for your contact."

"Very well. My faithful servant"

Voldemort seemed a little weak, speaking intermittently.

Peter held back his temper, feeling a fire burning in his chest.

This is the only chance to escape from Azkaban now, he must not miss it!
"Come to me and I'm right where I was."

original place?
Hearing this, Peter seemed a little overwhelmed.

The Dark Lord was talking about the Black Forest in Balgeria.

Was he seriously injured by Sauron and returned to that hidden place?
Rolling his eyes, he responded in a low voice pretending to be respectful.

"Master, I really want to help you, but now I'm trapped in Azkaban!"

I have been imprisoned for a fucking year, and now I think of me half-dead?
Peter had a lot of grievances, but he still looked embarrassed.

"They know I'm an illegal 'animagus' and I can't get out."

"I know that I will use my last ounce of magic power to help you lift the ban, you run when you see the opportunity. I will fall into a deep sleep after that, and you will come to me"

Voldemort seemed to have planned everything long ago and spoke in an orderly manner.

At the end of the sentence, before Peter could reply, a cold but pure magical power descended on Peter through the "Dark Demon Mark".

Overjoyed, Peter shrank back and turned into a big mouse with slightly gray fur.

"Come to me, come to me. You know I hate betrayers."

When Voldemort fell into a deep sleep, he repeatedly asked Peter to come to him after he escaped from prison.

But the current Peter couldn't listen to other words, and he ran wildly with his four short legs.

Running with the wind, freedom is the direction~
He has never felt so powerful before!

That is the call of the good life.

He, Peter Perudi, is about to escape from the cage and return to freedom!
"Squeak!"

He was so excited that the rat screamed.

But no one cared about a running rat—Azkaban had a lot of rats, nothing else.

Peter ran all the way, and finally ran out of the gate of Azkaban.

He is free!

(End of this chapter)