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The Ministry of Magic soon learned of Peter Pettigrew's appearance in the Albanian forest.

The scattered Dementors were sent there to hunt down the fugitive Peter Pettigrew.

For a time, the overwhelming dementors froze the forest into a world of ice and snow.

The mouse that Pettigrew turned into trembled in fear. He was too scared. The injured leg was very painful, but the Dementors were so close that he didn't dare to cry out in pain.

This dementor is different from other dementors in that the degree of skin decay is very low. And the hole that is supposed to suck the soul is also the shape of the mouth.

He floated there, placing a red crystal stone on the ground with his skinny hands.

long time…

A gray-black smoke appeared and swallowed the crystal. "What a rich soul..."

A hoarse voice came from the smoke.

Peter Pettigrew, who was lying under the leaves, was startled. He thought the voice was very familiar. It's...the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.

"Dark Lord, let's cooperate..." The Dementor actually opened his mouth to speak.

Voldemort also felt strange and circled around him. Dementors are supposed to be mindless creatures. "How to cooperate?"

"I can help you resurrect, and I can also control the dementors for your use. But I just want to get rid of the control of the Ministry of Magic. Get delicious food..."

Thinking dementors are really interesting.

"How can I trust you?"

"Or, a mark?" The dementor stretched out a hand, the skin of its withered body was sallow and shriveled.

"Hahahaha...this is really interesting." Voldemort placed the mark of a Death Eater on his hand.

Peter Pettigrew's body trembled even more violently, and the leaves covering him were shaken off.

"Who is it?" The dementors lowered their heads and looked at the mice in the leaves. Some mindless dementors seemed to smell a familiar smell and floated over here.

"Master, it's me. I am your most loyal servant." Peter Pettigrew was so frightened that he released his Animagus form, lay on the ground and crawled forward, crawling to the 'feet' of Voldemort's soul, trembling.

"Who are you?" Voldemort did not remember this person.

"It's me, Master. Peter Pettigrew." Peter was so frightened that several dementors were about to pounce on him.

"Oh, I seem to remember it." Voldemort had a vague impression.

The distinctive Dementor waved his hand, and several unconscious Dementors who had gathered around him immediately turned and left.

Peter Pettigrew let out a sigh of relief.

Voldemort: "Just in time, everyone is here now..."

……

No one knew that danger was brewing in the Albanian forest.

In Hogwarts, the savior of the wizarding world is still rejoicing that the dementors are finally gone.

His broom Nimbus 2001 was sacrificed due to the dementors' troubles in the last game, although the godfather gave him a new firebolt.

But who knows if the dementors will come to cause trouble again next time.

Draco looked at Harry hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked confused.

"Can you come to me this holiday? Or I'll go to your place." Draco was a little awkward, but he held Harry's shoulders in a strong tone.

"Okay." Harry smiled happily. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to see Draco during the holidays.

Draco couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "If you come to me, I will take you to see the white peacocks in my backyard."

"Okay, then we can go watch the Quidditch match." Harry smiled.

The Quidditch World Cup is in June, and you can’t miss this holiday.

Draco's eyes lit up when he heard Quidditch. "I'll save a good seat for you then."

The minister’s box is a good seat, isn’t it?