DNF Meets Harry Potter

Step by step, Karl just walked silently in Azkaban, his transcendent perception was spreading around all the time, looking for his target.

Soon, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his footsteps suddenly accelerated.

In the deepest cell of Azkaban, Pettigrew suffered a lot under the crazy torment of the dementors at this time. They didn't dare to trouble Cal, so they blamed all the responsibility for losing their companions. On Peter's body, it can be said that the torture was not innocuous.

He hugged his knees and lay curled up on a pile of wet straw, biting his lower lip and trembling uncontrollably, and kept muttering some inaudible nonsense. How could there be nothing like eating at Ron's before? Fat look?

Just then, a dementor floated over. The two Aurors specially sent by the Ministry of Magic to guard him couldn't help but frowned when they saw this dementor, obviously they didn't want to see this monster either.

But this is their territory after all, it was promised to them by the Ministry of Magic, and they didn't stop it in the end.

The black, scabbed, withered hand of the dementor rested on the cell door, and wisps of white stuff quickly floated out of Peter through the bars and sucked into its large, hollow mouth.

After getting what he wanted, the dementor looked a little reluctant, but finally left. Because the Ministry of Magic has promised them the wizard's soul, and they can squeeze him out of him just by waiting another day.

"Long time no see, Peter, you look so miserable now..."

Looking at Peter who was trembling in the cell, a contemptuous smile slowly appeared on the corner of Carl's mouth. If it wasn't for the usefulness of keeping him, he wouldn't bother to come here. It was gloomy and cold, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"who?!"

The two Aurors who were dozing off were startled when they heard the sound, and suddenly pulled out their wands and gestured nervously in mid-air.

"Guess? If you guess me, I'll let you hehehe..."

An extremely weird voice came into their ears, and the two well-trained Aurors only felt their eyes dazzle, and the scene in front of them began to blur in an instant...

"That's it?" Carl stepped out of the shadows, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand and then extinguished the ecstasy incense on his hand with the other, "Paris' stuff is quite useful , really deserves to be the master who specializes in beating Sap..."

"Go, Peter, go find Voldemort.

According to your original plan, take him into the grave of death..."

In the depths of the silent Azkaban, a low voice talking to himself was quickly drowned out by the howling cold wind.

At the same time, a mysterious purple light flashed in Peter's cell.

After finishing this matter, Carl turned his eyes slightly to another cell. In the process of searching for Peter just now, he also noticed the figure of an old acquaintance.

"Professor Lockhart, I've come to see you, how are you doing here?

Don't blame me, you asked for this..."

But it's a pity that Lockhart, who didn't have much magical power in his body, couldn't resist the attack of the dementors at all in this year, and he had already become crazy, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Seeing that Lockhart couldn't even react, Carl shook his head slightly and looked at him with pity. In the next moment, a flash of purple brilliance flashed, and Azkaban regained its silence.

After waiting for a long time, the Auror who came to patrol found that the cell where Peter Pettigrew was originally held had become empty.

Minister Fudge, who got the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison, rushed to the scene immediately with a large number of Aurors. He glanced at the empty cell with vacant eyes and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Bastard! What the hell is going on? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, just wait and take a trip to the Wizengamot Judgment Seat!

Peter's room will be left to you in the future! "

After realizing that the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison had become a fact, Fudge was suddenly furious. He tremblingly pointed at the few Aurors who were supposed to be performing guard duties, his body trembling with anger.

His calf softened and he almost collapsed on the ground. Now that such a incident happened, the support rate earned by helping Sirius rehabilitate is probably going to be lost.

"Sorry, Mr. Minister... we both passed out after hearing a vague sound, and when we woke up, Peter Pettigrew was gone..."

An Auror of medium build couldn't even lift his head in shame at the moment, he just covered his face and squeezed out this sentence from his throat to explain in vain.

"So, you're saying that you let the man kidnap Peter Pettigrew without even seeing his face?"

Just after getting this explanation, Fudge was going crazy at the moment. He stepped forward and grabbed the Auror by the collar angrily, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm afraid so...sir..." the other Auror stammered.

"Very good... very good! You can't even look down on a person, what's the use of you trash?!"

Fudge took a deep breath, now he can't wait to ask these two idiots to eat big melons immediately.

Seeing that their minister was so angry, the two Aurors lowered their heads and felt cold. Peter Pettigrew escaped from them so easily, and they knew that they might never have the chance to climb up again in this life. And maybe I have to go to Azkaban to make amends...

"Mr. Minister, we checked carefully. The cell door was counter-cursed with the Unlocking Curse and there is no damage. Peter Pettigrew should have escaped through a space item such as a door key, so..."

The rest of the Aurors turned the cell upside down but couldn't find any clues. The one in the lead was as pale as paper and struggled to move, finally speaking out the conclusion he had drawn.

"So? Portkey... Hehe... Hehe~...

So you have no way to find him? "

Listening to the report from his subordinates, Fudge's mood suddenly became worse, which meant that Peter Pettigrew was completely out of control.

However, England's magic community needs an explanation.

"Trash! It's all trash! I really don't know what use you are for!"

After such a incident, Fudge couldn't control his emotions at all, and immediately started his impotent rage.

He tremblingly pointed at the noses of these Aurors and cursed for more than ten minutes before he stopped.

Facts have proved that it is a correct approach to directly vent the anger in his heart. During this process, Fudge gradually began to calm down.

After all, this incident happened. No matter how much you scold these Aurors, it is impossible to bring Peter Pettigrew back. What he should do now is to take remedial measures.