DNF Meets Harry Potter

The fat body did not affect his speed at all. In the blink of an eye, the gray-black mouse was about to pass through the gap in the wall.

　　 is too fast, it is too fast.

　　 Peter looked at the faint light seeping through the cracks in the wall, and the fire of hope in his heart was burning more and more vigorously.

　　 But this is useless, Peter Pettigrew can not escape Karl's claws after all the strength of his body.

　　 Seeing that the culprit first fled, Carl gave a disdainful sneer, and took out a yellow stone from behind with his backhand and muttered to himself lightly.

　　 "In the name of the rule of time..."

　　 Invisible power swept across the room, Peter Pettigrew's movements suddenly stopped, and then stepped back along the route that he had just escaped like a movie, and finally returned to Carl's palm.

　　 "Run, run faster!" Carl pinched the mouse by the neck, and his sarcasm smile faintly revealed a bit of joke.

　　 "Do you mean that Scabbard is Peter?!" Ron's eyes, who had just recovered from the chaos, began to refocus. He looked at Scabbard who was strangling his neck and screaming in pain.

　　 "Impossible...impossible! Shaban has been in our house for more than ten years, and his toes are only because...because..."

　　 Ron's head was shaking wildly like a rattle, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Because of what?" Sirius laughed frantically, with a look on the wanted list, "I'm here to tell you, because of that explosion! Peter sacrificed a finger in exchange for it to blow up The magic of a street! It's really a strong man who broke his wrist, it's not cruel!"

　　 "The average mouse can't live for more than ten years...unless..." Carl smiled meaningfully, then the entire palm of his hand glowed with a mysterious purple glow, and his expression calmly began to exert force.

　　 The endless squeezing force from all directions was blessed on Peter, and for a while, the mouse uttered the most painful and desperate scream in his life. Its tail kept curling and loosening, and its two paws that were bare in the air waved weakly.

　　 "You will die if you don't show your true shape again~..." Carl whispered softly, and a cruel smile was slowly drawn at the corner of his mouth.

　　 It’s already this time, Peter Pettigrew still wants to get through it, is it realistic?

"No, no! Don't hurt Shaban!" Ron was still unwilling to believe that his Shaban was the petty dwarf Peter Carl said he did. Seeing Shaban's painful appearance, he yelled desperately to cheer up. , Stood up, spread his five fingers, leaned forward slightly, and pounced towards Karl.

　　 "Everything is petrified!" By this time Hermione had believed it seven or eight points, and it was natural that she couldn't just watch Ron do sabotage.

　　 After figuring out what she was going to do, she quickly drew out her wand and chanted the spell, and then a beam of gray magic light hit his back directly.

　　 Ron, who had been hit by the petrification curse, felt that his whole body was stiff and he couldn't get it up. The most terrible thing was that his body was still running at this moment. Immediately afterwards, he saw that the dusty floor gradually occupied his sight. Seeing Ron's face immediately came into close contact with the ground, Lupin covered his face with a headache.

　　 At this critical moment, why did this product come out to make trouble again?

　　Although he was a little tired, Lupin waved his wand gently to avoid Ron's intimate contact with the ground. It was just that he hesitated, and still did not choose to remove the effect of the petrification spell on Ron.

　　 After completing this little thing, Lupin's eyes flickered and there was a faint sense of relief. The most intuitive presentation was that he slowly put down the wand in his hand.

　　 Peter Pettigrew’s Animagus also recognized him.

　　 Finally, Peter Pettigrew can no longer bear this inhuman pain. He has a hunch that if he does not return, he will be crushed into meat sauce by this evil force.

　　 The short limbs that originally belonged to the mouse gradually became thicker, the bulging eyes became bigger and bigger, and the fur on the body gradually became a kind of leather product...

　　 "Isn't it enough to change back sooner? You have to suffer so much before you are willing to give up..."

　　 Karl continued to hold Peter Peter's neck expressionlessly, and soon a bald, wretched middle-aged man gradually appeared in front of several people.

　　 is very short, not much taller than Karl, which allows him to easily hold his neck without lifting his hands or tiptoes to reach the contour line. So he was very annoyed to see Sirius before, this guy is too high, he has to look up to see his face.

　　 Peter Pettigrew looked at Karl, who was close to him, with a look of flattery on his face. The few hairs were messy, and there was a big baldness in the middle. The pointed nose and small watery eyes looked like a mouse.

　　 Watching his beloved Scorch turn into such a wretched middle-aged man, Ron, who was leaning against the wall under the petrification curse, could not move at the moment, but his blank eyes exposed his true thoughts at the moment.

　　 He remembered the happy time he thought he had with Scab, but secretly he was such an ugly ghost, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was broken.

　　 Looking at Peter, the little dwarf who is trying to squeeze an ugly smile at himself, Carl's face is obviously showing a bit of disgust. Immediately he loosened his hand and threw him to the ground like a trash.

"Good evening, Peter~..." Lupin's pale face showed a smile of reuniting with his long-lost friend. If you ignore the brighter and brighter green light from the top of the wand that he lifted up slightly, it is simple On the surface it is still very harmonious.

　　 "Long time no see, I want to kill you all these years!"

　　 Seeing this scene, Carl turned his eyes slightly, and added silently in his heart-I didn't bring anything at the reunion, otherwise I would ask you to eat a big melon.

　　Thinking about it, it seems that Lupin is indeed a genuine werewolf. If he doesn't agree with him, he has seventeen death curses.

"Oh, Harry! Let me see you! You really look like your father!" Peter Pettigrew saw the undisguised disgust on Karl's face, knowing that he would beg him to die early. , So he immediately set the target on Harry.

　　 After more than two years of contact, he knew that Harry was kind-hearted and at the center of this matter. His only chance to survive today may be in him. As long as he agrees...

After thinking about it, Peter Pettigrew endured the tremendous pain in his body, and climbed up to Harry with his hands and feet on the floor with difficulty: "Harry, James used to be my best friend... He will understand my difficulties. He will forgive me, Harry—"