when harry potter met league of legends

The more timid a guy is, the more he will seize every opportunity to escape.

There is no doubt that Wormtail is very much like his Animagus in terms of courage and personality, so even if it is just a little bit of chaos, he is like a real mouse, grasping this little bit.

Through the gap, he slipped out.

However, what he never expected was that such chaos did not leave him enough time at all - even if Lupine transformed, he was still easily subdued.

Under Allen's gaze, the little mouse he transformed seemed to be frozen in place as if under a petrification spell, and then slowly returned to its original state, with a defensive smile on his face. Finally,

Without saying a word, he walked slowly towards the place he had escaped from earlier.

Although he felt lucky to run away and maybe escape, deep in his heart, a voice kept reminding him - he can't run, he can't run. If he takes that step again, then he will

The fate may be worse than death!

Driven by this thought, he walked towards Allen and the others in a strange way, and then put on the shackles he had broken free from in the eyes of everyone's surprise.

At this time, Sirius, who had a relieved look on his face after checking Lupine's injuries, looked at him teasingly, with disgust in his eyes as if he had seen a big dung egg thrown by someone on the corridor, "Peter, I swear, if you have any more

Such a dangerous behavior, then even if Harry asks, I will have to send you to the cemetery instead of Azkaban."

However, there was no trace of shame on Wormtail's face. He looked miserable as if he had just been hurt, and he had the pitiful expression of a victim - but whenever his eyes looked towards

When it came to Harry, I couldn't get rid of that flattering expression.

Obviously, this mouse knows very well who he relies on for survival at this moment.

However, this look did not affect Allen at all. He looked at Wormtail, looked at this guy carefully, and then issued an order to Harry and the others.

"Harry, Ron, turn your head away now, it only takes a moment."

"Oh - no, no, you promised, I won't run away, Harry, Harry!" Wormtail began to cry out for help as if he was being overwhelmed.

"Don't worry, Harry, I won't kill him. I have no plans to kill anyone today. I just need some small measures to deal with it. Trust me." Allen looked at Harry and explained slightly -

Then, as he wished, Harry's head and Ron's turned around at the same time.

Wormtail, who was still groveling at first, collapsed on the ground, his expression full of despair. When Allen's gaze came over, he seemed to have been burned by something, and he shrank back a little.

Allen's eyes finally focused on his right hand, and he muttered something in a low voice that no one present could hear clearly: "Will you donate your servant's meat voluntarily?"

He smiled and slid the wand. The next moment, a ball of healing magic hit Wormtail's right hand. At the same time as the magic, there was a scream. Peter rolled directly on the ground, leaving a broken piece on the ground.

pieces of meat.

However, when he endured the pain and looked at the wound, he found that there was no trace of blood, and the place where his hand should have been was bare, as if he had been injured several years ago.

Although it looked a bit like torture, no one, including Harry, who turned around, raised any objections - whether it was the previous revelation of the truth or the behavior of this guy trying to escape just now, they all made

The people present were disgusted.

Even the client himself did not express any protest after the pain was relieved - he gave up his fingers and friends to save his own life before, and then he was willing to give up his hand, so now the hand will be broken earlier.

It's not a big problem anymore.

Especially after his hand was broken, after he felt that the feeling that he would be killed disappeared, Wormtail even felt a little relaxed - compared to losing a hand, he was obviously happier to save his life.

If Allen hadn't been too intimidating to him, he would even express his heartfelt thanks to Allen who personally broke his hand at this moment.

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"Okay, let's go." Allen put away his wand, his eyes became calm again, and he suggested towards Harry and the others.

But a small problem arises - after Lupine turned into a werewolf (he is still trying to chew the vines at this moment), the team's transportation manpower is no longer sufficient.

Because Lupine had to move, Professor Snape had to move, Wormtail needed to be guarded - and obviously Harry and the others couldn't complete such a job, and Sirius couldn't do so much work by himself no matter what.

As a result, Allen directly released Wormtail's shackles and said in a cold tone: "Go to the front of the team and lead the way. We will go to the castle to find Dumbledore, and then hand you over to Azkaban."

However, this order to sell the other party did not receive any protest. He obediently walked and stood at the front of the team without even making a big move.

As for Professor Snape - Allen reluctantly made a stretcher out of canes and asked Harry and Ron to lift it up, which could be considered as a way to get the professor out of the situation of being carried by Sirius as he pleased.

As for Lupine, who is not very peaceful, he entrusts it to Sirius - even if something big goes wrong and he emerges from the vines, Sirius can stabilize him and prevent him from doing any harm in a short period of time -

-It is worth mentioning that even though Professor Luping continued to struggle, Sirius was still under control. Not to mention bumps and bumps, there was not even a big shake...

Not only that, during the process, he could also chat with Harry, talk a few words about his happy past with James and Lupin, and when he got excited, he even patted his old friend through the vines.

Shoulder.

Unfortunately, this atmosphere was too happy, and Harry's hopes were raised to infinite heights during the chat - for some creatures, this was undoubtedly the same as seeing a pot of boiling smoke at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The smoking hot pot is surrounded by a feast of shrimp paste, mutton rolls, pork belly and a series of side dishes.

This was undoubtedly an irresistible temptation for them who were hungry almost every day because they were on duty at Hogwarts - especially since Dumbledore strictly prohibited them from entering the school during the day and approaching the castle at night.

Like a boarding student in high school who heard the bell ringing for the last class at 12 noon and the teacher's order to end get out of class, the entire Hogwarts Dementor defense line collapsed, and then sprinted towards the cafeteria like an avalanche. The past. (To be continued)