Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

Peter Pettigrew watched the burly figure approaching in front of him, watched the strands of red hair under the hood swaying as he walked, and looked at the face that seemed to be pretending to be calm and calm. He couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"You must be scared now, right?"

"Oh? Why would something like this happen in Hogwarts? Is this still the safest Hogwarts in my mind? - Well, this is probably what you are thinking now?"

"But you don't have to pretend to be calm." He looked at the red-haired young man walking towards him, took out his wand from his arms, pointed at his feet, and said with a smile:

"If you kneel down in front of me at this time and beg me for mercy, maybe I will consider sparing your life because I know you, how about that?"

But the red-haired young man opposite said nothing. He just turned his head and looked around and asked:

"Where's Boguna Rocco?"

"Boguna..." Pettigrew's smile froze.

He stared straight at the red-haired young man, and when he saw that the other man didn't seem to take him seriously, a surge of anger rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't you see who the person in front of you is?"

"Who do you think you are? You're just a third-grade wizard, a kid who hasn't graduated yet!"

"Do you have the right to look down on me?! Ah?! Do you have the right to look down on me?!"

The more Peter Pettigrew spoke, the more he felt the anger burning in his heart making his chest uncomfortable.

He suddenly raised his wand, pointed it at the young man opposite him, pushed towards him step by step, and pointed at his head:

"Kneel down now! Kneel down! Do you hear me?!"

The young man in front of him finally reacted, turned around, and looked at Peter Pettigrew.

At this time, the wand in his hand was about to touch the other person's head, but the red-haired young man still didn't panic at all, nor did he have the fear he imagined he should have. He just glanced at him and said:

"Okay, let's deal with you first and then go find him."

What is he talking about? Doesn't he know that he is about to die in my hands? How could he still dare to speak provocatively? Doesn't he know that when I pretend to be a mouse, I can kill him at any time? I have been hiding for so many years. Sirius can look down on me, but why would he, a little wizard, dare to look down on me? ah? ! Why? ! ...Peter Pettigrew's eyes were bloodshot, the wand in his hand raised a gray light, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Torn apart..."

"Karl Chenier or Pluck..."

A dull voice came into his ears, and before Peter Pettigrew finished reading the last syllable, a ray of white light flickered on the other person's extended wand, and immediately disappeared.

Invalid? The idea of ​​ridiculing Peter Pettigrew just popped into his mind.

Sudden,

puff! A ball of blood mist exploded in front of me! He was stunned and lowered his head to look.

A sharp thorn came out of his chest, and blood surged out, soaking his shirt and robe.

If my heart wasn't on the right side... Thinking of this, inexplicable panic burst out of Peter Pettigrew's mind, like a tsunami, and his lower body became wet.

But he didn't care about this at all. He covered the spike in his chest and cried loudly:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"I will take you to find Boguna Rocco. He is the one who wants to kill you..."

"oh?"

The red-haired young man looked at him with a thoughtful expression and said, "Okay..."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Having just heard this, Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly twitched as he was still overjoyed.

Buzz! It seems like there are swarms of bees gnawing at my mind!

A sharp pain overshadowed the pain in his chest and occurred behind his ears. At the same time, his vision suddenly went dark. When it lit up again, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to cover the painful back of his head, but was stunned again. .

He seemed to have lost control of his hands. He could clearly feel that the two hands were connected to his shoulders, and they were clearly there, but they were not obedient at all.

He watched helplessly as his hand holding the wand was raised, and black lines stretched out on the back of his hand. Then, even his mouth opened uncontrollably, and his tongue moved unconsciously, and his own voice was in his ears. It echoed:

"The portrait is summoned!"

Black light bloomed in the corridor!

All this happened almost instantly, which made Meka Anders, who now looked like a red-haired young man, unable to react.

I just caught a glimpse of a dark pattern suddenly appearing on the forehead of Peter Pettigrew, who was on the verge of death, and a portrait of a pointed-eared goblin appeared instantly.

The next moment, an earth-shaking feeling surged up, and the vision was messy, as if the entire corridor was distorted.

Suddenly everything went dark.

…

There was a rumble in the darkness, as if there was a sound of mechanical bearings rotating.

Meka suddenly felt weightless, and the wind began to whistle in his ears. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a gray mouse struggling, falling headfirst in the darkness.

He was startled and quickly looked down.

At the bottom are spiral staircases that seem to be endless. They are actually rotating mechanically at this moment, as if they are about to welcome visitors!

At this moment, the staircase closest to him was more than ten meters high! If he falls down, he will be disabled or even die!

It was the maze that day, and it turned out to be hidden in a painting... Such thoughts flashed through Meka's mind, and he immediately chanted:

"Animagus..."

A cold voice suddenly interrupted him from behind:

"Welcome here again, young wizard..."

Boguna Rocco? ... Meka turned his head suddenly, but saw a dark green light suddenly coming towards his head! The surging green light filled the entire field of vision!

"Animagus!" He whispered quickly.

Puff! The field of vision suddenly became shorter, and the green light flew past his scalp.

But before he could be happy about it, Chi Chi Chi!!!

The frenzied black fog seemed to come from all directions, and countless black blades shuttled back and forth in it, making a sharp whistling sound that made people's scalps numb!

"You can't escape." The cold voice seemed to come from all directions.

Meka turned into a bat and flapped his wings on the spot, quickly scanning left and right, up and down, only to see that the top, bottom, left and right were blocked by black fog, and there was only a little light in the darkness hundreds of meters away.

But at this moment, the blade in the black fog was already close. Even for a wizard who was proficient in Animagus, there was no time to escape. It was simply a dead end!

Interesting, the maze, the killing curse, it seems to be a modified version of the spell that is torn into pieces. So many preparations are to kill me here in one wave... Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Meka smiled silently.

It seemed that there was a river rushing in his body, and his blood seemed to boil. Silver light bloomed from the bottom of his eyes. He flapped his wings, and ripples seemed to spread in the air!

A little light in the distance suddenly appeared in front of him.

...

How could it be possible... Boguna, who was standing on the corridor of the twelfth floor, looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

The black fog that almost surrounded the entire sky emitted a terrible whistling sound, as if countless blades were dancing wildly. This was enough to make anyone believe that even the hardest metal would be immediately crushed once it fell into it.

But in such a black fog, a silver figure suddenly shot out from it and landed safely in front of him.

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