The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 303 Meeting again with Peter Pettigrew

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the waning moon could not be seen, but there was still a faint light shining into the tall buildings of the thousand-year-old castle. The area around the windows is always brighter than the rest of the corridor.

Through the faint darkness of the night, the mouse Scabbers saw the silly Barnabas on the tapestry sleeping with the trolls, with the big wooden stick that beat him during the day as his pillow, and he seemed to have a little peace.

Inexplicably, he actually remembered those days when he was in school.

With big feet and pointed forks, he would attract the attention of other little wizards wherever he went, and even he felt the scenery... We went to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon night and turned into animals and played around... Although I can only be a follower to those few people, but my life is pretty easy.

Looking now, he has not found the crown that carries the magic power, and all the secret ways to escape from the castle are blocked. He is trapped in this dangerous castle. Outside the school, there are annoying dementors like flies, which won't even let rats out. There are also annoying house elves in the castle, and they have recently begun to hunt rats.

He once thought about sneaking into Gryffindor's dormitory. He was very familiar with it. There would be snacks hidden by the little wizard and a warm bed. As long as it was hidden well, no one would find it.

Except for that damn big cat!

Thinking of this, the mouse Banban cursed the ugly cat again.

This magic house is a good hiding spot. It can transform into a clean room, a warm bed, and a soft quilt...but there is no food and it is not very safe. The crazy female alcoholic will occasionally hide empty wine bottles. House elves will come and put away cleaning supplies.

So he could only hide in the sewers and the secret room during the day, sneak some food in the kitchen at night, and come here to have a good sleep at night.

Pacing back and forth in front of the wall opposite the tapestry, until a wooden door appeared, the gray-furred mouse stood up, and there was a blinding flash, and a very short man appeared on the spot.

"Damn Cat, damn Dumbledore, damn Bellatrix..." Peter Pettigrew cursed in a high-pitched voice and reached out to open the door to the Room of Requirement.

A slender crimson cursed light struck the door, splashing into scattered light.

Then a cold male voice sounded: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Wormtail."

Holding the wand in one hand, Loren approached slowly, his black eyes emitting a dim blue light, and the expression on his face showed no joy or anger.

Loren didn't show much face when he was captured in the first year. Peter Pettigrew's impression of Loren Morgan was that he was a friend of Ron and Harry, nothing special.

"Lo-Loren Morgan..." Peter Pettigrew was startled and glanced towards the back of the corridor. He didn't see any professor following him. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasn't completely relieved yet.

The small green bean-like eyes turned several times, looking more like a mouse. Peter grinned and showed his front teeth, and laughed like a child: "Brave little wizard, tell me do you have other companions? Are they? You want you to hold me back and inform the professors yourself? Listen to me, things back then were very complicated and not what the newspapers said..."

Loren's eyes stayed on Wormtail. His skin was loose and wrinkled, like a fat man who had lost a lot of flesh in a short period of time. His pointed nose and two weird front teeth still had the characteristics of a mouse.

His body was very dirty, with stains from the sewer and dust from who knows where.

It just made people feel sick. Loren didn't want to listen to his rambling anymore and waved his wand: "[Collapsed]"

The crimson curse beam shot out and went straight to Peter Pettigrew's cheek. Peter Pettigrew was startled, and quickly reacted and cast a spell to resist.

Unexpectedly, the adult wizard's blue magic light collided with the young wizard's red coma spell light, and collapsed at the first touch.

The still-powerful Stunning Spell hit Peter Pettigrew hard, causing him to lose consciousness instantly. The remaining impact force hit the door of the Room of Requirement, making a dull sound.

Just a confrontation of spells, and the middle-aged Death Eater was knocked unconscious before he could resist.

Loren picked up the brown chestnut wand on the ground, pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, waved a levitating spell and lifted the unconscious Peter Pettigrew and walked in.

The crisp sound of the door closing sounded, and the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle fell into a long silence again, leaving only the faint snoring of Silly Barnabas and the trolls on the tapestry.

…

The sound of the collision of broken glass kept lingering in my ears. It was very noisy.

The pure white light was so bright that it could be felt even with his eyes closed. When Peter Pettigrew opened his eyes, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling was a bit harsh, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Those clattering sounds are made by crystals colliding together, a bit like the sound of a mirror breaking.

After a while of getting used to it, I finally saw what was in front of me clearly. The square wood formed the shape of the door frame. The wooden frames on both sides were carved with smooth chutes. A steel knife hung above it, its blade shining with cold light. The spine of the knife is extremely thick and looks very heavy.

The hard wood on the back of his head hurt a little. When he realized it, he was lying on his back on this strange instrument. The sharp blade reflected the bright luster of the crystal chandelier and shone into Peter Pettigrew's eyes, causing his thighs to tremble.

"To be honest, I hesitated between Louis XVI's guillotine and Queen Mary's guillotine." Loren tugged on the linen rope hanging the blade, and raised the blade higher until it touched the wooden beam and made a clear sound. "In the end, I chose the Louis XVI one, and I made a little modification so that you could face it face up and see the scene of the blade falling."

The rope hanging the blade collapsed straight, as if it would be cut off at the next moment. Peter Pettigrew felt an unprecedented fear from the rope and the blade, a completely different fear from when facing the Dark Lord.

This blade is so thick and sharp. If it falls, it will definitely not be like the nearly headless Nick. No muscle or flesh will stick to it. He seems to have seen the scene when his own blood splattered and his head was chopped off.

In great fear, Peter Pettigrew could no longer hold back and screamed in panic: "No, no! No! You can't do this to me. You are a student of Hogwarts. You should hand me over to Dumbledore, give it to the Ministry of Magic!"

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling stopped shaking at some point, and the whole room became quiet, so quiet that Loren's footsteps could be heard.

Loren came to Peter Pettigrew, lowered his head slightly, and his childish face looked a little gloomy where the light could not illuminate: "You may have misunderstood, Mr. Peter, I am not executing on behalf of wizards and the Ministry of Magic, but Representing the Muggles."

"Muggle?" Peter Pettigrew's eyes widened.

"November 1981, Hampshire, do you remember?" Loren said, retreating to the hanging rope, "Now, repent for your sins."

As the wand passed by, the invisible blade cut across the hanging rope, and the linen rope broke instantly. The blade on the guillotine lost its traction, and the heavy blade fell straight down the chute under the influence of gravity, getting faster and faster, and landed in front of Peter in the blink of an eye.

The blade cut through the stubby neck without any hindrance, and the cold chill disappeared in a flash, so fast that Peter suspected it was some kind of illusion, and it wasn't very painful.

Warm blood splashed out, and his vision seemed to fly up. He saw his body lying there, twitching slightly.

The scene in front of him gradually became blurry and gray... This was the last scene Peter Pettigrew saw.

"Perhaps the blade should be blunted..." Loren shook his head, raised his right foot and stomped it lightly.

Bang, the whole world began to tremble, the chandelier fell down, and the crystal shattered on the ground, smashing the whole world as if it were hitting a mirror.

There was a tingling sensation around my neck, as if there was something there, and my hands were a little sore from being tied behind my back... In addition, the boards under my feet seemed a little loose.

This was the thought that gradually arose after Peter Pettigrew regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was standing on a high platform, with his feet stepping on the wooden planks extending from the high platform. His hands were tied tightly behind his back, and a rope was wrapped around his neck. A rope with grass thorns.

"Gallows!" Peter Pettigrew reacted instantly and began to struggle violently.

He tried to break free from the rope on his hand, but he could only let the water-soaked rope cut deeper into his wrist, even scratching the skin. After realizing that the rope in his hand could not be untied, he started jumping around again, trying to get his neck out of the rope loop.

The wooden platform made a thumping sound.

"Calm down, Mr. Peter." Loren's voice sounded from the rear right, and after a series of footsteps, the little wizard with the devil's face appeared in front of him, "Don't panic, please calm down, you have died once, haven't you? "

Guillotine...thick blade...headless body...

Those scenes with real details and clear colors came to mind. The flash of coldness and the weightless feeling of flying head seemed just now. Peter Pettigrew's pupils shrank violently, and he shouted in panic: "You, what the hell are you doing?" Who is it? Why do you do this to me?"

"Me? I'm just a family member of the victim." Loren shook his head slowly, "That's not important. Please let me introduce you to the gallows."

"There are many forms of hanging. The older hangings in the Middle Ages used human power to pull the sling, and the sling passed through a pulley or chute to hang the prisoner. It was more troublesome and laborious... Here I used the classic hanging that was subsequently improved. It is said to be more humane...

It is what it is now, a fixed-height gallows, a twitching plank. When I pull the board later, Mr. Peter's body will fall. Generally speaking, your cervical vertebra will be broken, followed by suffocation and cerebral anemia. The death process will probably last a few minutes. "

Although he had just died once, the threat of death was right in front of him, and fear made him unable to calm down and think.

"No! No!" Peter Pettigrew's eyes were bloodshot, "You can't do this to me! I want to see Dumbledore! I want to see Dumbledore!"

"Save your strength, Mr. Peter, this time it will last for several minutes." Loren smiled and kicked the template away from his feet.

"Well……"

Peter Pettigrew's body suddenly fell, without any point of support under his feet. The weight of his whole body was piled on his neck for an instant. The rope coils shrank and tightened little by little, but his cervical vertebrae were not broken.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Peter." Loren frowned, with a sincere apology in his words, "Hanging should measure the length of the hanging rope according to the person's height and weight, so as to achieve the effect of 100% breaking of the spine and killing the prisoner, but I seem to have overlooked this step. I can only trouble you and slowly suffocate to death."

"You...ho...ho..."

The blood vessels on Peter Pettigrew's face gradually bulged, his face turned red, and his mung bean-sized eyes slowly protruded from their sockets under the influence of blood pressure, making him look particularly ferocious. His short, fat body twitched and his limbs swayed stiffly, like a dying pig.

His eyes rolled up involuntarily, and large areas of white began to appear. Peter Pettigrew wanted to grit his teeth and close his jaw, but he gradually became weak and his body was beyond his control.

There was swelling and pain on both sides of the temples, and the blood supply above the neck gradually became insufficient. Things in front of him began to blur, and the colors gradually dimmed, until only gray white remained in the world.

…

The vague consciousness returned to the body again, Peter Pettigrew suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the face of the devil again.

Loren had a groaning smile on his face, but the words he said were frightening: "Mr. Peter Pettigrew, please let me introduce to you, the fire rack..."

…

"Mr. Peter Pettigrew, please allow me to introduce to you, the electric chair..."

…

Beheading, beheading, shooting, poison gas, injection, drowning, crushing, and burial alive.

Having experienced twelve different ways of dying, when Peter Pettigrew opened his eyes again, his eyes completely lost focus, leaving only a dead silence of exhaustion and indifference.

Using all his strength, he turned his head slightly and found that the surroundings were no longer any ornately decorated rooms, but the storage room of the Room of Requirement, filled with mountains of old items.

Finally returning to the real world, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. If the twelve deaths were all hallucinations, would that mean...

There was a trace of life in his eyes full of death. He looked at the little wizard tremblingly, his lips moved, and he begged: "Don't, don't kill me, please, I have information about the Dark Lord..." "

"Intelligence? I can search for it in your memory myself." Loren came closer, and his black eyes revealed a gaze that was oppressive and penetrating, as if it could penetrate through the barrier of flesh and blood. The human brain penetrates into the depths of the soul.

Peter Pettigrew had seen this familiar look in the eyes of the Dark Lord before. His eyes were filled with tears, and with the little strength he had, he squeezed out a high-pitched voice from his throat: "Legilimency!?"

The moment these words were spoken, a brilliant golden light burst out from the index finger of Loren's right hand, followed by Dumbledore's old voice: "Fountain of Good Luck..."

Hearing the familiar voice, surprise burst into Peter Pettigrew's desperate eyes. He struggled and shouted: "Professor Dumbledore, help me, help me!"

Loren heard the voice and looked at his fingers in surprise. He remembered that he seemed to have made a contract with Dumbledore before, saying that he would not need Legilimency until graduation, in exchange for the location of the Fountain of Good Luck.

Looking at Peter Pettigrew, who was struggling to his death and trying to ask for help from Dumbledore, the smile on Loren's face continued to grow and became more sinister: "Just because you don't need Legilimency doesn't mean I have to keep you..."