DNF Meets Harry Potter

The fat body didn't affect its speed at all, and in the blink of an eye, the gray-black mouse was about to pass through the gap in the wall.

Too fast, really too fast.

Peter looked at the dots of light seeping faintly from the cracks in the wall, and the fire of hope in his heart burned more and more vigorously.

But this is of no use, Peter Pettigrew put all his strength into it, but he couldn't escape Karl's clutches after all.

Seeing that the culprit was about to escape, Karl sneered disdainfully, and took out a yellow stone from behind with his backhand, talking lightly to himself.

"In the name of time master..."

An invisible force swept across the room, Peter Pettigrew stopped suddenly, and then retreated step by step along the escape route just like a movie reversed, and finally returned to Karl's palm.

"Run, run faster!" Carl pinched the mouse's neck, with a hint of playfulness in his sarcastic smile.

"You mean that Banban is Peter?!" Ron, who had just recovered from the chaos, began to refocus his eyes. He looked at Banban, who was screaming and screaming with Carl strangling his neck, and screamed in extreme pain.

"Impossible...impossible! Banban has stayed in our house for more than ten years, and his toes are only because...because..."

Ron's head was shaking wildly like a rattle, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Because of what?" Sirius laughed wildly, quite a bit of demeanor on the wanted notice, "I'll tell you, it was because of that explosion! Peter sacrificed a finger in exchange for enough money to blow up The magic power of a street! It’s really a strong man who cuts off his wrists, so it’s not ruthless!”

"A normal mouse can't live for more than ten years...unless..." Karl smiled meaningfully, and then the whole palm of his hand glowed with mysterious purple light, and then he calmly began to exert force.

The endless squeezing force from all directions was on Peter's body, and for a moment the mouse uttered the most painful and desperate screams in its life. Its tail curled up and loosened continuously, and its two claws that were exposed in mid-air waved feebly.

"You're going to die if you don't show your original shape~" Carl said softly, a cruel smile slowly forming on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Peter Pettigrew still wants to get away with it, is it realistic?

"No, don't! Don't hurt Banban!" At this moment, Ron still didn't want to believe that his Banban was Peter Pettigrew that Carl said he made. Seeing Banban in such pain, he shouted in despair to cheer himself up , stood up, spread his five fingers, leaned forward slightly, and swooped towards Karl.

"Everything petrified!" At this time, Hermione had already believed it, so she naturally couldn't just watch Ron wreak havoc.

After figuring out what she was going to do, she quickly pulled out her wand and cast a spell, and then a beam of off-white magic light hit his back directly.

Ron, who was under the petrification spell, suddenly felt stiff and unable to use any strength, and the most terrible thing was that his body was still running at this moment. Immediately afterwards, he saw the dusty floor gradually occupying his sight. Seeing that Ron's face was about to come into intimate contact with the ground, Lupine covered his face with a headache.

At the critical moment, why is this guy coming out to make trouble again?

Although a little tired, Lupine waved his wand lightly to avoid Ron's close contact with the ground. It's just that he hesitated for a while, and still didn't choose to remove the effect of the petrification spell on Ron.

After finishing this little thing, Lupine's eyes flickered with a hint of relief, and the most intuitive presentation was that he slowly put down the wand in his hand.

He also recognized Peter Pettigrew's Animagus.

Finally, Peter Pettigrew could no longer bear this inhuman pain. He had a premonition that if he came back unchanged, he would be crushed to pieces by this evil force.

The short limbs that originally belonged to the mouse gradually became thicker, the bulging eyes became bigger and bigger, and the fur on the body gradually began to become a kind of leather product...

"Wouldn't it be better to change back sooner? You have to suffer so much before you are willing to submit..."

Carl continued to strangle Peter Pettigrew's neck expressionlessly, and soon, a bald, wretched middle-aged man gradually appeared in front of several people.

Very short, not much taller than Carl, which allowed him to strangle him easily without lifting his hands or standing on tiptoes to reach the contour line. So he was very annoyed to come to see Sirius before, this guy is really too tall, he had to look up to see his face.

Peter Pettigrew looked at Carl, who was close to him, with a flattering expression on his face. The few hairs are disheveled, and there is a large bald spot in the middle. The pointed nose and small watery eyes look like mice.

Watching his beloved Banban become such a wretched middle-aged man, Ron, who was leaning against the wall under the petrification spell, could not move at the moment, but his blank eyes revealed his true thoughts at the moment.

He thought of the happy time he thought he had with Banban before, but secretly he was such a wretched-looking ugly ghost, and his heart collapsed.

Looking at Peter Pettigrew, who was trying his best to squeeze out an ugly smile to himself, Karl had a very obvious look of disgust on his face. Immediately, he let go of his hand and threw him on the ground like throwing garbage.

"Good evening, Peter~..." On Lupine's pale face, there was a smile of reuniting with a long-lost old friend. On the surface, it is still very harmonious.

"Long time no see, I've missed you all these years!"

Carl, who saw this scene, looked sideways slightly, and silently added in his heart - I didn't bring anything with me for this reunion, otherwise I'd like to ask you to eat a big melon.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Lupine is indeed a genuine werewolf, and if there is a disagreement, the seventeen death curses will be unmatched.

"Oh, Harry! Let me see you! You really look like your father!" Peter Pettigrew saw the undisguised disgust on Carl's face, and knew that if he begged him, he might die early , so he immediately set his target on Harry.

After more than two years of contact, he knew that Harry was kind-hearted and the center of this matter, and his only chance of survival today might be on him. As long as he agrees...

After thinking about it, Peter Pettigrew endured the great pain on his body, and crawled towards Harry with his hands and feet on the floor: "Harry, James used to be my best friend...he will understand my difficulties, He'll forgive me, Harry—"