HP Magic Biography

Peter felt that the wizard might have discovered this place, and the medieval guys had no taboos about the study of magic.

That guy found the only safe area in this area that would not be stepped into by ghouls, or some kind of magic, to disperse the ghouls. In short, they successfully avoided all the ghouls wherever they hid. .

They hid there until the day, when all the dark creatures faded, did they dare to come out. After returning to Hogwarts, none of the few people mentioned this matter. In the words of Sirius, that kind of dark and evil place has always been guarded by the centaur tribe.

I just need to shake that bell... Peter licked his lips again. He was a little nervous. You know, there is a distance of more than sixty meters from the dry well.

However, it wasn't too difficult, but he still had a lot of fear in his heart due to his consistent timidity. The hands stretching out from the ground were still very intimidating to Peter.

However, even if he is afraid, he still wants to move forward, he wants to live strong, and he wants to live under the sun.

Peter gritted his teeth secretly, he seemed to have decided on something, his face was a bit grim, Voldemort told him the way to get in, of course, it was just the way, everything after getting in was all up to him.

He stepped into the black area with one foot.

Immediately afterwards, Peter felt that the ground under his feet was like a boiling cauldron, and the originally solid layer of soil began to vibrate, which was much stronger than the reaction they encountered when they were students.

Voldemort hadn't lied to him, the situation here was exactly as it knew it to be, except for a more violent reaction...

However, Peter, who was still a student, was able to cross such a long section of black restricted area with Sirius and Lupine, and just a little bit of fierce resistance would not be difficult for him.

Peter didn't pause for a moment,

As long as the bell is ringing, he can safely enter the ruins mentioned by Voldemort from the well, where he can, like the original Voldemort, gain the strength far beyond that of ordinary wizards.

In Peter's mind, he must at least have the strength to be able to confront an Auror head-on...

I don't know, would Voldemort laugh if he knew what he was thinking? Humbleness is already embedded in the bone marrow.

Peter thought, and he ran towards the dry well quickly. His speed was so fast, it's hard to imagine that such a fat body of Peter burst out at such a fast speed.

The underground ghouls just got up, but before they touched other bodies with their rotten claws, Peter twisted left and right to dodge, and from time to time, Peter even released one or two claws An impediment spell separated the ghoul from his body, which made Peter's speed drop a bit.

But overall, he was safe, at least none of those dirty ghouls touched his body.

Finally, he was less than one meter away from the bell.

With a light jump, Peter touched the bell that was not very high, but the bell didn't make any sound.

Peter was taken aback by this, and he looked back sharply. Although the wind chimes didn't ring, the rotting corpses seemed to have heard something terrifying.

The soul flame that was burning brightly in the eye sockets seemed to be shaken by something, and then quickly dimmed, as if it had encountered some natural enemy.

All the undead ghouls chose to dive into the black soil at the moment they rang the bell.

Peter nodded very satisfied. So far, he knew that what Voldemort said was definitely the truth. It seemed that he was only one step away from success, as long as he entered the dry well...

That's right, as long as you enter that dry well...

Peter repeated that he was like a demon, and his eyes kept wandering between the bell and the mouth of the well.

He knew that the bell had a very powerful soul-suppressing function, even if he didn't get anything underground, as long as he got the bell, he wouldn't return empty-handed.

Just do it.

Peter stretched out his hand, the material of the thing with the bell was already unclear, Peter just pulled the bronze bell hard and it fell into his hand.

He could use this thing to go to Egypt, where is the world of the undead, but the thing in his hand just had a restraining effect on these undead, he didn't understand why Voldemort didn't take this thing away.

Perhaps Voldemort didn't understand the magical function of the bell. According to the tone Voldemort told him at the time, it seemed to be a key to enter. It seemed that Voldemort had no chance to come back here again.

Anyway, it's his now, by rat ritual, it's his, I've licked it!

Peter wiped the mottled rust on it with his sleeve, but it didn't help. It was also the traces of the years on the copper bell, and he needed a lot of effort to wipe it off. The magic pattern, this is a rare wealth, even if it is reproduced, selling an Egyptian alchemist is a considerable wealth, you know, those alchemists are not short of money.

Peter chuckled twice. In his opinion, he had to go to Egypt for the last time. Maybe it would be good to live there. He can live a good life. Most importantly, he can stay away from Voldemort and Dumbledore , The pressure these two leaders in the magic world put on him was too great, like two sharp knives hanging above his head!

Peter didn't want to think about these two guys, all he was doing now was stealing the private wealth of one of them, maybe Voldemort had forgotten this place, who knows?

Satisfied, Peter put the bell away, and he shook the bell very vigorously. The ground that was still trembling finally calmed down, and Peter turned his sights to the mouth of the well in satisfaction.

He was about to jump down from here in a while, the stone wall at the mouth of the well had already been eroded into disrepair, he kicked it with his feet, and a piece of rock with ash fell down the mouth of the well.

After about a few seconds, the sound of stones hitting the ground came up from the bottom of the well, which was a dry well about tens of meters deep.

This is obviously abnormal for a normal well, which is a bit too deep.

However, for a wizard, this height is still nothing, and Voldemort has gone down before, the air and magic power needed for survival are obviously not a matter of consideration.

Peter stood by, looking at the dark mouth of the well. He felt a little guilty unconsciously, what if he failed to release the Levitating Charm before landing.

He felt that the mouth of the well was like a passage leading to another world, it was pitch black, as if it was going to swallow him up.

Peter was a little scared, his face became a little pale, he put his hand into his pocket and touched the bell in his pocket, and then he stretched out his hand to touch his face.

Years of Animagus changes made his face gray and rough. He suddenly felt a little strange to his body. He touched his face habitually, but he did not touch the beard that belonged to animals. .

He finally woke up, he squeezed himself hard, and then took two steps forward.

As long as I jump from here, I can live my strength... Peter muttered to himself, I want... to live in the sun, I... I am a respected wizard, I don't want to be Overwhelmed... chased by natural enemies of rats... I want to live like a normal person...

I... I... I want to get out of here...

Peter yelled... he clenched his teeth, even Sirius and the others couldn't stop him, and the dry well couldn't deprive him of his right to be free.

Peter's eyes were closed, as if he was going to die generously, and he jumped into the dry well.

There was no light at all at the mouth of the well. Peter was so frightened that he let out a wail. He clearly felt his falling body and the friction of the surrounding stone walls from time to time. His figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

Fan Lin, who was hundreds of meters away, was still trying to catch up, and there seemed to be a magical light shining in his eyes.

He quickly traveled through the forest, he was looking for Peter's magic mark...

Peter finally stopped, which made Fan Lin a little excited. He ran faster, but just as he leaped over a branch, a familiar voice sounded from the depths of his soul.

As if someone was beating a drum in his mind, his heart couldn't help but miss a beat, his body instantly became stiff, and he landed straight on the black soil.

In this way, the time when his brain was blank did not last long, and his breathing also recovered when he regained consciousness.

His heart was beating very fast. Even in the body of a ferret, Fan Lin could clearly feel the sound of his heart hitting his skin. He took a few breaths, and the secret technique he had cast was forcibly canceled.

While recovering, his Animagus also completely lost control, and he quickly recovered his original body while lying on the ground.

With a cold sweat, Fan Lin's head and clothes were wet, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted, as if his mana had been exhausted, but his mana had not been affected in the slightest. It seemed so full.

Hoo... ph... ph...

Fan Lin panted heavily, and it took about a minute or so before he fully recovered his normal breathing. His heart was still pounding, at least he didn't have to worry about his heart breaking his ribs now. .

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