The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 299 Mark (Subscription Request)

When he learned that the fat rat in front of him was Peter Pettigrew, who had caused his childhood sweetheart Lily Evans to die tragically at the hands of Voldemort.

The hatred in Snape's heart erupted like a volcano.

"Petiger--Peter!"

Snape stared fiercely at the dead mouse on the small operating table, as if thinking about how to operate.

Only this bastard who betrayed his friend and revealed the location of Lily's family, which was kept secret under the 'Fidelius Charm', to Voldemort!
There is no way to cut off his skin, flesh and bones one by one, but to prevent Peter from dying easily.

"I've taken Harry out, I'll leave this place to you!"

Musheng considerately left this operating room to Snape, hoping that he could have some fun.

Peter Pettigrew:
"Snapped!"

With a crisp snap of fingers, Harry's body floated up from the operating table.

Following behind Mu Sheng, it floated out of the makeshift operating room.

If before this, Snape sold himself to Mu Sheng for Harry, now he is grateful to Mu Sheng from the bottom of his heart.

"You turned into a mouse and hid in the Weasley family for more than ten years. Peter, oh Peter, you are really afraid of death!"

A cruel smile appeared on Snape's face.

When facing Lily, he is a pure and honest man who is willing to die for Bai Yueguang and the Minotaur's child.

When facing students, he is a serious and indifferent professor with a gloomy face who will mock, beat or scold students at any time.

But don't forget that he was once one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters.

When it comes to torturing enemies, Snape is not a complete expert, but he is very skilled.

"Appear quickly!"

Snape swung his wand violently, and a spell instantly exploded on the fat rat Scabbers.

The fat mouse instantly turned into a middle-aged man with a dirty body, two rat teeth, and shifty eyes.

The ropes that originally bound him were also torn apart. The small operating bed that was just the right size for the mouse Scabbers was too small for Peter Pettigrew and was completely unable to support his fat body.

After a series of clanging sounds, Peter Pettigrew collapsed to the cold ground.

"It's really you, Pettigrew-Peter!"

Although Snape was sure that Musheng would not lie to him about such things, when he really saw Peter Pettigrew appear.

Snape's eyes still couldn't help but turn red!
Regret, self-blame, regret, pain, despair. Many complicated emotions surged into my heart in an instant.

In the end, it all turned into hatred, hatred for Peter Pettigrew!
"Snape, please don't kill me. Please."

Peter Pettigrew had lost a lot of vitality, and even after he regained his human form, he no longer seemed to have the strength to resist or escape.

"Do you still remember? We all serve Master Voldemort!"

"Let me go"

Peter Pettigrew dodged and dared not look into Snape's eyes. The eyes filled with cruelty and murderous intent made him feel like he was facing Voldemort.

"Don't worry, Peter! I won't let you die easily!"

Snape said expressionlessly, then dragged Peter Pettigrew onto the operating table where Harry had been lying before, and tied him up tightly with the restraints on the bed.

“Sometimes you have to admit that Muggles are quite creative and can always come up with something great.”

Snape pulled the surgical instrument table over and his eyes swept over the rows of sharp scalpels of different functions and sizes, as well as the instruments with strange shapes.

Snape picked out a scalpel about the length of an adult's finger, held it in his hand, and slowly passed it across Peter Pettigrew's eyes: "Is that so, Peter?"

"Stop it, Snape!"

"We are colleagues, we are on the same side!"

Peter Pettigrew looked at the blade in Snape's hand with horror, as if he had thought of what would happen next, and he squeezed out his last bit of strength to scream.

"No, we were never on the same side!"

Snape took out a bottle of potion and poured it into Peter Pettigrew's mouth.

This is a bottle of potion used to restore the body to prevent Peter Pettigrew from dying before he can vent his hatred.

"While you were hanging out with James and his ignorant idiots, I was a dead disciple serving Voldemort."

Snape used a scalpel to cut off Peter Pettigrew's two eyelids with a simple stroke.

"what"

"Please forgive me, please forgive me"

Thanks to the potion Snape injected, Peter Pettigrew screamed with much more energy.

"When you betrayed your friends and surrendered to Voldemort, I was persuaded by Dumbledore to secretly join the Order of the Phoenix."

Snape continued to use the sharp blade in his hand, inserting it into Peter Pettigrew's fingernails one by one and picking off nine fingernails.

"Look at you, you're always so useless!"

"You were just a useless lackey to that arrogant idiot James. After joining Voldemort, you are still the lowest of servants."

"You even have one finger less than others, you are such a useless piece of shit!"

The sweet smell of blood completely awakened the demon in Snape's heart.

The blade in his hand was like a chef's knife, cutting Peter Pettigrew's skin into small pieces.

After tearing them off one by one, they are sewed together with needle and thread.

Peter Pettigrew's screams were like a passionate symphony, which made Snape even more excited.

Whenever Peter Pettigrew was exhausted, Snape would give him a bottle of potion.

As a master in the field of potions, Snape may not be able to come up with other things, but he has too many potions!
Two hours later.
Snape, covered in blood, walked out of the simple tent in the plant landscape.

His face was still gloomy, but it looked more fierce. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a dark wizard.

The fresh air in the office made Snape's brain, which was immersed in hatred, clear up a little.

After looking around the room, Snape saw Mu Sheng with his feet on the desk, his body leaning back, lying on the Muggle-style leather sofa chair.

Above his head, there was a stone slab one meter square floating. Snape could vaguely hear some shouting and screaming mixed with the clashing of weapons coming from it.

It should be a magic prop similar to wizard chess.

Snape guessed.

Lying on a sofa on the west side of the office, Snape's restless heart quickly calmed down after seeing Harry still sleeping soundly.

After taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Snape did not rush to see Harry, but walked to Mu Sheng's desk and stood still.

He didn't say anything, just stood there quietly.

Mu Sheng not only helped him cure Harry, but also handed over the culprit who killed Lily, Peter Pettigrew, to him for disposal.

Snape also followed the agreement and offered his loyalty to Musheng!
"Kill! Kill the duck!"

"The tower is still there! Demacia!"

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Battle slogans could be heard from time to time in the sandbox above Mu Sheng's head.

This is a magic prop he made in his spare time based on a tower defense game.

Not only are all the game backgrounds and characters real 3D effects, but you can also play with friends remotely online.

If seen by game enthusiasts in the Muggle world, they would definitely cry and beg for the purchase link!

"Ahem, you guys continue playing. I have something to log off first."

Mu Sheng glanced at Snape, put his wand to his throat, and sent messages to several friends across the UK.

"Ah! Victory doesn't want to play anymore. We are one person short. Who can contact the others?" "I'll go inform Ernie and Hermione. He should be..."

Other people's voices were heard one after another in the sand table. Mu Sheng raised his hand and waved, and the sand table fell steadily on the desk.

Only then did Snape see clearly that the sand table contained a jungle battlefield constructed with fine sand of many different colors.

On the battlefield, a small cold weapon war is going on.
'Wonderful ideas, exquisite alchemy, and most importantly, extraordinary magical attainments'

Snape saw at a glance that the value of this sandbox game lies not in the materials and ideas, but in the combination of spells that support the operation of the game.

This kind of thing, even if the magic principles and design drawings are made public, it is difficult for any wizard to imitate it.

"You're out so soon? I thought it would take you at least several hours!"

Mu Sheng put his legs off the table and sat up.

"It's still a long time, and I'm a little worried about Harry."

Snape didn't kill Peter Pettigrew, that would have been too easy for him.

At least before the end of this holiday, he wants Peter Pettigrew to feel his pain!
"Harry will be awake in three hours. His limb stump has started to grow back. It will probably take a week to recover."

"It will be very itchy while the wound is repairing. Just give him some anti-itching potion."

Mu Sheng gave some instructions on what to pay attention to.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Lord Victori!"

Snape bowed and said, he had completely put himself into the role of Mu Sheng's subordinate.

"Which arm do you have the Dark Lord's mark on?"

"My Lord, it's on my left arm!"

"Give me your hand."

Upon hearing this, Snape stretched out his left arm in front of Mu Sheng without any hesitation.

Mu Sheng pulled up Snape's sleeve with one hand and held his wrist tightly with the other.

The magic power in his body surged, flowing from his palm into Snape's arm.

呲——呲味!
The mark of the Dark Lord on Snape's arm, which had become dim due to Voldemort's death, gradually cleared under the stimulation of Mu Sheng's magic.

A skull pattern as black as ink with a poisonous snake spitting out of its mouth appeared in the eyes of the two.

At the same time, a pure white armor pattern with a giant sword began to slowly emerge.

With the appearance of the pure white holy armor, black smoke quickly rose from the skull pattern and disappeared completely after a while.

And the pattern of the pure white holy armor was clearly imprinted on Snape's arm the moment the skull disappeared.

The moment the Dark Lord's mark disappeared, Snape suddenly felt as if he was walking out of darkness and into light.

"Okay, from now on you are an official member of the Guangyao Society."

"At your service, my lord!"

"At school, just call me Victre," Mu Sheng corrected Snape's address, then waved his hand and said:
"Go!"

Snape bowed again, then picked up Harry and left the Hufflepuff office.

After he left, Mu Sheng turned his attention back to the sand table and turned on the spectator mode.

"Hermione, why did you die again? Let me see your KD value, 3/12, you are too weak"

"I am just using the opponent's skills. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

Hermione explained guiltily, occasionally saying things like "help the team members grow" and "they're worthless if they die too often", and the scene was immediately filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

A few hours later, in the Slytherin Headmaster's dormitory.

Harry slowly opened his eyes.

"you're awake!"

Snape kept an eye on the time and was by Harry's bed half an hour before he woke up.

"Professor Snape"

Harry regained consciousness and quickly recognized where he was.

I must have been brought here by Professor Snape after the treatment.

Wait, wait a minute!
The last voice he heard before he fell unconscious suddenly echoed in Harry's mind.

He quickly reached down and touched it.

“Hiss! It hurts.”

Harry cried out in pain as his hands were covered in blood.

"Don't move, Harry. Your wound is growing back. You just need to rest here for a week."

Snape talked to Harry for a while, re-bandaged his wound, and then left the dormitory.

He still had a lot to do today, not only did he have to prepare the anti-itching potion as quickly as possible to prevent Harry from scratching the wound.

We have to move Peter Pettigrew out of Hufflepuff's office later.

As for whether to tell Harry that it was Peter Pettigrew who killed his mother Lily, Snape hesitated for a long time and finally gave up.

On the one hand, he didn't want Harry to fall into such hatred, and on the other hand, he planned to secretly deal with Peter Pettigrew after venting his hatred.

If other people knew that Peter Pettigrew was still alive, Sirius Black would most likely be released from Azkaban.

You know, the other party is Harry's godfather.

"I won't let anyone take you away from me, Harry."

Snape secretly made up his mind that Black had been in Azkaban for more than ten years and must have been accustomed to that place.

There is no need to come out again.

As for whether Black wanted to come out or not, Snape didn't care.

They were never friends to begin with, and having this reckless fool around would only bring trouble and danger to Harry.

A few hours ago, in Knockturn Alley, in a dark room full of dust and cobwebs.

A tall dark wizard stood in front of a floor-length mirror with a frightened look on his face.

In the mirror, he had an ugly face without a nose on his chest, and he was roaring in frustration:

"Who is it? Who activated my mark?"

Voldemort was like a man whose house was robbed by his neighbor, but he could only rage helplessly, cursing and venting his resentment.

If he wasn't too weak now, if he didn't believe in the loyalty of Lucius, Goyle and others, how could he have fallen into such a miserable situation now.

Someone even dared to remove the mark of the Dark Lord that represented his prestige.

"Wait until I am resurrected, wait until I am resurrected"

Voldemort began to fantasize about his revenge after his resurrection.

Ever since being baptized with the "Golden Soup" by Mu Sheng, Voldemort's already extreme mental state has become even more erratic.

"You stupid ass! What are you doing twisting and turning? Do you want to die?"

"Master, I want to go."

The 'dark' wizard said tremblingly, not daring to say the following words.

However, Voldemort already knew what he wanted to do, and the unbearable memories flooded into his mind again, making his face even more distorted.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn Victre!!!"

(End of this chapter)