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Chapter 338 Uncle Freddy is here!

Once he got his hands on the key item, Ann turned around and left immediately. With several shadow teleportations, he traveled directly from the alternate dimension created by Dumbledore back to Hogwarts in the past.

Here, Merlin and the others were ready to provide backup. Ann possessed the same magic as the Weasley brothers, and the entire process was being broadcast live.

The passage back to Earth has been expanded to its maximum extent. Without any interruption, An Gang appeared and returned to Earth along with Merlin's phantom.

It would be too difficult to understand what Dumbledore left behind with the equipment and researchers here.

"What should we do now?" McGonagall asked after Merlin left.

The flood of information overwhelmed McGonagall, leaving her struggling to process it all.

“Find that Voldemort. He’s not just your enemy now, he’s ours too.” Leona adjusted her clothes and badge as she spoke. “I hereby issue a warrant for Voldemort’s arrest and a kill order in the name of a Hogwarts life teacher and a sub-legendary profession!”

Snape frowned. He didn't understand why Leona was doing this. The problem now wasn't whether Voldemort was wanted, but that they couldn't find him.

Found him. Forget about Leona's wanted posters, the Ministry of Magic's own posters alone would be enough to give Voldemort a hard time.

Just then, a dim mist drifted out of the principal's office, and in the mist, Freddy grinned, the sausage in his right hand transforming back into an iron claw.

"I think I heard the word 'wanted poster,' which means it's me. I can make my move now?" Freddy grinned, his somber voice echoing throughout the principal's office.

"Does anyone have any objections?" Leona asked, glancing at the others for final confirmation.

"No, but please strengthen the supervision. We can't afford to have an even more dangerous guy appear after Voldemort is gone." Professor McGonagall expressed her concerns directly without any attempt to hide them.

Freddy whirled around and glared at McGonagall, his expression extremely unfriendly. "This old woman, is she trying to annoy me?"

“We will,” Leona nodded in response.

Compared to Voldemort, who was hiding somewhere, Freddy was much easier for the Human Alliance to capture. Putting aside the marks left on him by people of all levels, the thick stack of research reports on Freddy that Ouroboros had on him was enough to ensure that even a professional one level lower could easily capture him.

Where Voldemort hid when Harry and the others were in their third year of school is unknown to the future generation. Voldemort himself, Bellatrix, Peter, and others who knew about this had already died in the Wizarding War.

However, during the post-war investigation, the future Principal McGonagall and others discovered some clues. It was highly likely that everything happened after Peter escaped from Azkaban. Combined with the testimonies of the various Death Eaters, it was an exaggeration to say that Voldemort was 100% released by Peter, but the probability was definitely not much higher than 90%.

At this moment, Leona suddenly realized that it was a good thing that Peter hadn't been humanely killed, but this might require the cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

Hmm, I imagine Fudge would be happy to award himself another medal.

A few days later, in the deepest part of Azkaban's prison, Peter lay unconscious in the middle of the cell. The Human Alliance's sleeping potion was too effective, and Ivy, at Leona's insistence, had used three times the dosage, keeping Peter asleep and likely to continue sleeping.

Peter is still alive and well, thanks to Fudge's arrangement. Peter, who faked his death once, is alive, which makes him more politically successful and better demonstrates Fudge's wisdom, because death doesn't necessarily mean real death, especially for Peter, given his past record.

"Little mouse, Uncle Freddy is here~" Freddy appeared from the dream, stuck to Peter's body, and put his mouth close to Peter's ear, his voice slowly entering Peter's mind.

Provoked by Freddy, Peter shuddered and began to have nightmares.

Immediately afterwards, Freddy raised his clenched fist to Peter's nose, then opened it with a whoosh, sending a low dose of the antidote for the sedative, which had been fumigated, into Peter's nose. The next second, Freddy flashed and slipped into Peter's dream.

Marked silently by a nightmare, Peter Pettigrew can't escape Freddy even if he runs to the underworld.

"Where am I... Why can't I move... That cat? That damn cat?!"

A few hours later, Peter regained some consciousness, and his five senses began to gradually recover, the first being his hearing.

As for the cat Peter is talking about now, it's Hermione's pet, a large cat with some cat-like blood. It can sense Peter's insincerity and tries to attack Peter's mouse form, Scabbers, every time they meet.

"Why do we have to feed this garbage nutrient solution every day? Why not just let it die?"

Peter heard the voice of the Azkaban guard.

Peter immediately stopped trying to move his body and started playing dead again, something he was very good at.

"The minister needs him to live."

Another guard said helplessly.

Then Peter felt a needle being shoved directly into his hand, the kind of injection that was completely unskilled and didn't meet any injection standards except for piercing a vein.

"Hey... if you want him to live, then live him. Why keep him in a coma? Isn't that giving him preferential treatment?"

"He's been in a deep sleep the whole time, so even the Dementors don't want to come near him. He's not generating much fear."

Peter was startled. A Dementor!

I've been thrown into Azkaban?!

"Stop complaining. A person in a coma can't run away. It's just tough on us two brothers. We have to come over every day to see if he's dead yet."

"Well... that's true. But the only good news is that Dementors don't roam around here, so it's a bit more comfortable than going to other prisons."

"Stop talking, there's a stench here, it's awful. Let's finish this and leave."

Then, Peter felt a liquid being injected into his body from his hand.

What followed was a sharp pain. The guards in Azkaban had only learned how to give injections temporarily, and they didn't pay any attention to Peter's feelings, so the pain was quite normal.

Peter endured the pain and tried his best to remain motionless. Although he didn't know how he had woken up, he absolutely couldn't be discovered by the guards.

If I'm discovered, my best fate will be to fall back into a deep sleep!

Driven by a fierce will to survive, Peter revealed no weakness before the guards left.

After hearing the cell door close, Peter waited a few more minutes, then began to struggle violently.

As the effects of the sedative wore off over time, Peter slowly regained control of his body.

He lay on the ground, opened his eyes, and secretly observed his surroundings.

Peter found that there was no light around him. After his eyes adjusted to the environment, he realized that he had been thrown into Azkaban, and judging from the darkness, he was probably thrown into the innermost part of the place.

Then, a pungent smell reached Peter's nose, and he subconsciously shifted his hips, feeling a slight dampness.

Having lay there for so many days, Peter relied entirely on his body's instincts to excrete, so he urinated all over himself.

In other words, the nutrient solution is basically liquid, so it doesn't need to be excreted later; otherwise, it would be even more disgusting.

"I have to go, I absolutely have to go!"

"I can fool the guards, but not the Dementors. Once I start moving around, those guys will gather, and they'll definitely find out that I've woken up."

Several thoughts floated through Peter's mind. He tried to move his body a few times, and based on the range of motion, Peter estimated that he would need at least another day to recover.

This is taking too long! Absolutely unacceptable!

Those two guards come over once a day, but I only have today!

Peter looked towards the cell, which remained in the same dilapidated state after Sirius's successful escape. It seemed Fudge had no intention of allocating funds to repair the infrastructure.

In other words... I can do that too...

Peter closed his eyes. He had once read about Sirius Black's escape from prison in the newspaper. At that time, Peter wondered how Sirius had managed to get away. In the end, he thought that the only thing Sirius could possibly have used was their hidden identity as Agmanis.

Fortunately, I was given a so-called sleeping potion; otherwise, given Agmanis's methods of imprisonment, I wouldn't have been able to escape.

Peter thought with relief.

Thump, thump, thump. After counting his heartbeats, Peter suddenly opened his eyes when he felt that about ten hours had passed.

I moved my body a bit, and it's still a little stiff, but my basic functions have returned.

After all, Peter had only been lying down for a few days, and his muscles weren't stiff enough to be difficult to recover.

Peter took a deep breath, and the next second, the cell had one less male prisoner and one more sleazy rat with a missing finger.

The mouse sprinted toward the cell door, stumbling every few steps, but being a mouse, it wasn't a big deal to fall twice.

After jogging for a while deep inside the prison, Peter arrived at the first checkpoint: a door without any gaps.

This is the only defensive facility Azkaban has added in a long time, specifically to protect against Agmanis among the prisoners.

Peter circled the iron gate several times, only to find, to his dismay, that there really wasn't a single gap between them.

Am I really going to die here like this?!

Peter plopped down on the ground, making a completely unbecoming gesture of a mouse.

Clang, clang, clang, a few soft knocking sounds rang out.

Peter turned around and was startled to see a ragged, insane woman crouching behind a cell door, staring intently at him.

Peter recognized this person; it was Bellatrix, Voldemort's loyal henchman.

Yes, she was sentenced to life imprisonment, also in Azkaban!

Peter seemed to have found a glimmer of hope, and immediately transformed back into human form. He pointed at the iron gate and gestured repeatedly, hoping that Bella could help him find a way to open it.

When Bella saw Pettigrew's true form, a knowing look appeared on her face. She knew this mouse was a person; otherwise, it wouldn't have knocked on the cell door to test her.

Peter was really lucky, to be honest.

It turns out that this prison is the territory of Dementors. The Dementors are so crowded that they almost fill the place, so normally there are no guards staying in this area.

Last time, Leona wiped out most of the Dementors, and the Dementor density in this area dropped sharply. However, the tradition still exists because no one wants to be around Dementors.

The reduction in the number of Dementors also allowed Bella to regain some of her sanity. In the past, Peter would most likely have seen a half-mad Bella who would have had no chance of cooperating with him.

Bella gave a wicked smile, then pounded on the cell door while letting out meaningless screams.

Peter was startled and quickly transformed back into his mouse form.

The sound of the guards running came from afar, and Peter took the opportunity to hide next to the iron gate, curling his body into a ball.

With a snap, the iron gate was pushed open, and the guard rushed in carrying a lantern, drawing his wand and pointing it at Bella.

"You crazy woman! What do you think you're doing!" the guard shouted.

Bella didn't reply, but just kept shaking the cell door, never once glancing in Peter's direction.

In the meantime, Peter also ran out from the iron gate little by little and hid in a dark corner.

"Looks like you think there aren't enough Dementors! You crazy woman! Just you wait!"

The guard cursed angrily, then signaled to his companion to bring over a few Dementors to teach Bella a lesson.

Making such a commotion so late at night, are you deliberately trying to keep those two brothers from getting a good rest?

After communicating with the Dementors through internal means, my companions quickly arrived with several Dementors. Although they were brought, there was still a distance of more than ten meters between them.

After confirming that the Dementors had arrived at their location, the two guards quickly turned around and closed the iron gate.

The Dementor floated up to Bella, and Bella, who had been banging on the cell door, slowed down.

With all her emotions drained away, her physical strength suddenly became meaningless.

With a snap, Bella, surrounded by several Dementors, collapsed against the cell door, her body sliding swiftly to the ground.