Chapter 345 Death Pettigrew Peter
Rove didn't lie, he really missed Peter very much. Ever since he was rescued by the mysterious wizard, he had been thinking about it day and night, and even used a time-turner to find Peter across time and space.
This is going to be made into an anime, high and low is also a low-profile version of "Thinking Through Time and Space".
After Peter saw Rove, he also seemed very excited. His face was pale, sweat was pouring down, and his body trembled violently involuntarily.
Peter didn't know how Scamander knew he was in the Shrieking Shack, but...
"You...you shouldn't be here!"
"Then where should I appear?" Rove walked into the room, and said with a pleasant smile, "Peter, why are you alone.
Where is your master? "
He glanced at the back of Peter's head, missing Voldemort's noseless face, and looked around, missing the baby-sized Dark Lord.
where is tom
It can't be resurrected, can it?
"Is the white light that appeared in the Forbidden Forest related to Voldemort?" Rove asked again, "How did you get hurt?"
Peter didn't answer, he just raised his wand abruptly and said, "Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse hit his face, Rove tilted his head and dodged the green light, then he waved his wand and said, "Moon Wheel Flying Slash!"
A silver-white disc that looked like the moon appeared in midair. It spun rapidly, drew an arc, and cut towards Peter.
Rove learned the magic of Flying Moon Slash from Dumbledore. Last school year, the headmaster used this trick to deal with Lockhart who was silently controlled.
Peter avoided the moon wheel sideways, but it didn't hit the wall. Instead, it swirled in the air like a top, and then returned again, wiping Peter's neck from behind.
Peter felt the whistling sound behind him, and he hurriedly lowered his head, narrowly avoiding the blow of beheading, but the bald head was still cut with a bloodstain by the sharp moon.
Peter didn't care about his bleeding head, he chanted the spell hastily, a purple light bead shot out from the tip of the staff, the light bead hit the disc, smashing it into two halves.
Rove stretched out his middle finger, tapped his wand with two fingers and said, "Scatter!"
The shattered moon discs did not disappear, and directly changed into four, four into eight... lined up, suspended in front of the young man, he said silently:
"go!"
The eight silver discs kept spinning, shooting towards Peter at a dizzying speed.
"I fight with you!"
Peter raised his wand aloft, and cast a spell.
The spell exploded in an instant, and the crazily scattered air waves filled the entire room, and the brilliant white light made the Screaming Shack as bright as day in an instant.
Peter said he was going to fight hard, but he repeated his tricks, preparing to apparate and run away.
But before he had time to leave, a group of vines suddenly emerged from the ground, turning around and wrapping around Peter's thin body.
Those vines pulled hard, leaving iron blue marks on Peter's body. He let out a scream, and then his body began to shrink, turning into a mouse, and broke free from the vines.
After Peter landed on the ground, he turned around and slid under the four-poster bed, and fled into the corridor along the hole in the wall.
But after getting through, Peter regretted it, because...
Shirley and Hermione were standing in the corridor. When they saw a mouse appear, they raised their wands at the same time and said loudly:
"There are many obstacles!"
Two invisible barriers were like walls, blocking Peter's way, so he had no choice but to drill back, but the vines had already spread along the hole, entangled him again.
Rove walked over quickly. He grabbed the mouse and squeezed it hard. Peter screamed in his hand.
Peter was in unbearable pain. He opened his mouth to bite Rove's finger, but the boy swung his arm and threw him hard against the wall.
Instead of turning into a "rat", Peter hit the wall and turned back into a human form again, but was still smashed by the huge force.
Peter fell to the ground, kicking up countless dust, his body twitched slightly, showing no signs of struggling to get up.
Rove walked over, he stretched out one foot, stepped on Peter's forehead, stared at the dizzy face, bent down and lowered his head, and said softly:
"Who was the wizard who saved you? And where did Voldemort go?"
Peter fell into a great panic, he didn't care to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and begged for mercy with a crying voice:
"Rove... let me go, please let me go, I can't tell you..."
"I don't want to say... I can only use Veritaserum."
Rove took a bottle from Shirley, and he tried to pour the potion into Peter's mouth, but Peter kept turning his head, not cooperating.
Rove bent down and punched Peter in the abdomen. He almost vomited bitterness from the pain, and his body bent instinctively. The young man stretched out his hand again, held his head down, pressed it hard, and slammed it hard on the ground.
Peter's eyes were bloodshot, and his nose and ears were bleeding. He looked at the condescending Rove in horror and said:
"Please, let me go..."
"Then who will spare the Potters who were killed by you?" Rove asked calmly:
"They were in their early twenties when they died, and the child was just over a year old...Peter, I really want to know, have you ever regretted it?"
Peter stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to hug the boy's ankle, his eyes were full of pity and begging, his face was full of tears, and he murmured repeatedly:
"I regretted it... I knew it was wrong, I really knew it was wrong."
Rove shook his head, "You just know you're going to die."
"Peter, I said... you will regret, regret not staying in Azkaban, because then, you can still save your life." Rove said indifferently:
"I gave you a chance to survive, but you didn't cherish it...I will organize your funeral myself."
Peter's eyes became extremely frightened, and he wanted to curse Rove a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, only a meaningless "ho ho" sound.
Rove finally asked: "Before you die... tell me who saved you?"
Peter's watery little eyes, like a mouse's, were wide open, full of fear, and he said tremblingly:
"me……"
Before Peter could finish his words, his right hand suddenly lifted and moved towards his throat.
It was a silver arm, tightly strangling Peter's throat, his eyes rolled upwards, his face turned purple and he said, "Help me..."
Rove immediately took out a dagger and cut off his arm. Peter yelled in pain, blood gurgling out.
But the silver arm didn't let go, it continued to grab Peter's throat like a living thing, lifting him up into the air.
Rove raised his wand and said, "Let loose!"
The silver hand was still tightly gripping Peter's throat. He waved his arms, kicked his legs and struggled, trying to pry the silver palm open, but it was all in vain.
There was a dull bang, Peter's neck was crushed by silver hands, his head fell to the ground and rolled several times, blood and dust mixed together.
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