Harry Potter Platinum Glory

Mutu stood upright, its strong muscles were extraordinarily firm under the light of the fire, and its long sharp claws exuded a metallic luster. It first raised its head and screamed to the sky, and the werewolves looked at each other, and they all followed Yangtian Changxiao expressed his obedience to Mutu's arrangement.

Augustus sneered in his heart, it really was just a bunch of beasts. After subduing the werewolf, Augustus focused his attention on the vampire. But there was no sign of the vampire under the empty throne.

"Where's the vampire?" Voldemort's gloomy voice made every Death Eater in the fort feel intense fear, and they knelt on the ground in silence.

"Do you think it's okay if you don't speak?" Voldemort waved his wand in his hand, "Avada Suo!" A green light flashed, and a Death Eater kneeling on the ground flew up and slammed into the cave wall for a split second. Eyes round stared ~ no breath.

"Master, calm down, it's not because we didn't do our best, it's because the vampires don't know how to lift them up, and they didn't pay attention to our call at all. I beg the master to bypass us." A daring Death Eater knelt forward and took a few steps forward.

Voldemort gave a heavy hum, his eyes swept over each Death Eater one by one, and Augustus could see his body trembling violently when his eyes came into contact with them. Augustus shook his head contemptuously, a bunch of scumbags. Finally, his eyes stayed on a figure curled up in the corner. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and the joy came.

"Wormtail," Voldemort said slowly.

Peter Pettigrew hugged his head and hid in the corner, originally trying to avoid Voldemort's gaze, but he was still staring at him unexpectedly. Peter Pettigrew pretended not to hear, and shrank back into the shadows in the corner, praying that no one would find him.

"Stop hiding, Wormtail." Voldemort sneered,

"Master called you, why don't you come forward and answer!" A Death Eater stood beside Peter Pettigrew, he kicked Peter Pettigrew's ass, his round body rolled on the spot to the center of the house. He lay on the ground, still covering his head with his hands, raised his head slightly and peeked from between his fingers to Voldemort not far away. Like a mouse being chased out of a corner.

"Lord...Master, your name is...my, I'm sorry, I covered my ears and didn't hear." Peter Pettigrew slowly put down the hand covering his head and looked at Voldemort flatteringly. The smile on his face seemed to bite.

Voldemort glanced at Peter Pettigrew in disgust and said with a smile, "Wormtail, do you know who I value most among all the Death Eaters?"

"No... I don't know, anyway, it must not be me. I'm so weak, please let my master let me go." Peter Pettigrew didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do when he said this, he lay on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Talking less and kowtowing more, Peter Pettigrew has the ability to be an official, Augustus chuckled inwardly, and continued, "You are what I value most, how could I be resurrected without you? Is that right? Peter?

"Master, you praise me too much, this is what a servant should do. 35 Peter Pettigrew continued following Voldemort's words.

"Okay, now your chance to make merit is here again." Voldemort stood up and walked slowly to Peter Pettigrew, crouched down and stretched out his hand, holding up his round chin, "I want you to go to the vampire's lair. , let their leader come to see me. It's an easy job."5

"What?" Peter Pettigrew shuddered all over, his legs trembled violently, and he felt his crotch first become hot and then cold.

Augustus saw through Voldemort's eyes that there was a puddle of pale yellow liquid between Peter Pettigrew's legs. I can't believe this timid guy actually urinates.

Voldemort threw off Peter Pettigrew in disgust, stood up and returned to his seat: "It's decided, you will go to the vampire lair as my envoy to help me persuade them to surrender. After this is done, I will let you be the fortress governor. ""

"No, no, master, please forgive me." Peter Pettigrew knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his face covered in mud and blood.

"What are you going to disobey your master's orders?" Voldemort pretended to raise the wand in his hand.

"No no no, that's not what I meant. 35 Pettigrew Peter covered his head with his hands. The surrounding Death Eaters were all gloating at Peter's embarrassment, covering their mouths and wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

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"Okay, go down and pack up, change your trousers, and go to the vampire's lair right away," said Voldemort.

Peter Pettigrew knelt on the ground blankly, putting on a bitter face. Voldemort waved his hand, and two Death Eaters immediately rushed up, one left and one right, supported Peter Pettigrew and dragged him down.

"Lucius, follow me behind him, stare at him, don't let him run away." Voldemort said to Lucius, who was crawling on the ground.

"Yes, my master." Lucius turned into a black gas and rushed into the air.

As for Peter Pettigrew, he was dragged down by the Death Eaters. After changing their pants and washing their faces, the two dragged Peter Pettigrew to the side door of the fort like a dog to death, kicked him hard on his ass, and watched the fat body roll away. , and then turned around and closed the door.

Peter Pettigrew lay on the ground for a long time before he regained his senses. He had no idea how he left the castle. He sat on the ground with a sad face, what should he do, is it a joke to go to the vampire's lair? Maybe he will die. If you don't go, Voldemort will kill himself, or I'll just run. Peter Pettigrew's mind turned, and the thirty-six strategies were the best, and Peter was ready to turn into a mouse and escape.

But at this moment, a crutch pressed against his back. "Master guessed right, you want to run, right?" Peter Pettigrew was shocked, he turned his head slowly, and what he saw was Lucius' stern face.

"No no no, I didn't plan to run away, I just, just..." Peter Pettigrew hurriedly covered his head and took a few steps back, racking his brains to try to explain, but he was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say. what's good.

"Just what?" Lucius put away his crutches and said, "Don't think about escaping, I will follow you all the way, you still go to the vampire lair obediently, rest assured I will protect you in secret."

"Really? Lucius, you are such a good person." Peter Pettigrew took Lucius's hand affectionately, and pressed his face to Lucius's arm extremely numbly.

"Stay away from me." Lucius withdrew his arm from Peter's arms in disgust. He turned around and disappeared again.