Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Chapter 224 Say Goodbye To This Wonderful World (Subscribe)

Although Peter Pettigrew could use a more advanced unlocking spell, he didn’t have a magic wand and couldn’t cast it at all.

“I should have gone to Diagon Alley to steal a second-hand wand first…”

Peter Pettigrew was a little regretful. After he escaped from Azkaban, he just wanted to take revenge quickly, and he didn’t think much of it at all.

So he just stole some Floo powder and went straight to Hogsmeade…

“No…then I have to leave first…”

Peter Pettigrew was thinking, when a door opened suddenly from a male bedroom not far away, and Peter subconsciously turned into a mouse.

A second-year wizard came out of the dormitory and walked to the bathroom in the lounge.

“Merlin is up! Master is up! Are you helping Peter?!

Peter Pettigrew was overjoyed, hurriedly took the opportunity to get into the bedroom, and quickly found a wand on a table…

“Quack… Artel, you are destined to die tonight… Also ‘six eight zero” no wonder I am Peter Pettigrew!

Peter gave a weird laugh. He picked up the wand on the table, went back to Artel’s bedroom, and cast an advanced unlocking spell on the bedroom door.

Peter Pettigrew’s own wand is made of chestnut wood, and the core of the wand is the nerve of the dragon, and the wand he stole, although the material is of elm wood, the core of which is also the nerve of the dragon.

So Peter Pettigrew is pretty easy to use.

A ray of light appeared in the darkness, and there was a click from the door lock of the bedroom.

An excited, cruel smile appeared on Peter Pettigrew’s face,

He knew that the door was open.

Peter Pettigrew gently pushed open the bedroom door, and then walked in quietly.

The bedroom was pitch black.

Slytherin’s dormitory is located underground, with the Black Lake outside the window.

There is no light source in the whole space.

However, the sound in the house was quite loud.

“Horrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

“Squeak – um!!!”

Two purrs came and went, and Peter Pettigrew rubbed his ears, feeling like he was going to be deafened.

“Can anyone really fall asleep under these conditions?”

Peter Pettigrew was suspicious, and his eyes widened, trying to find Artel’s position.

But it was so dark in the bedroom that he couldn’t see anything.

“Fluorescent flashes.”

Peter Pettigrew tapped with his wand, and a dim white light appeared at the tip of the wand.

With the faint light, Peter Pettigrew could clearly see the scene in the bedroom.

Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe…

What about Artel?

Peter Pettigrew stared at the empty bed.

“Not here?!”

“Going out for a night out?!”

Peter Pettigrew stared, then shook his head sharply.

“No, if Artel goes out for a night out, the bedroom door can’t be locked…”

Peter Pettigrew suddenly had an IQ online at this time.

He looked at the empty bed, then looked carefully at the other beds, on the sofa and the carpet…

“No one…”

Peter’s expression became even more puzzled, and he took a few steps towards Artel’s bed, his face more and more strange.

“It looks like a shielding spell has been cast here… Artel cast a shielding spell on his bed? How did he do it…”

Peter suddenly realized that Artel was still in the bedroom, he just cast a spell on the bed so no one could see it.

“Is there such distrust among Slytherin students? What a horrible house…”

Peter pursed his lips and, holding his wand, stepped closer to Artel’s bed.

Sure enough, when he stepped out and came to Artel’s bed, the surrounding space seemed to change like water waves, and Peter was surprised to find that the snoring around him was gone.

“He will enjoy it!

Peter thought silently, looking at the bed again.

I saw Artel sitting on the bed, blinking at him.

“Mr. Peter Pettigrew? You escaped from Azkaban? By being a f*ck Gus? I thought you were going to be tortured to death by those Death Eaters…”

Artel’s tone was a little regretful, he looked at Peter Pettigrew with an inexplicable smile on his face.

He was practising Gandalf’s subtle mysticism, and the moment Peter Pettigrew unlocked the bedroom door, he was awakened.

Because the anti-unlock spell on the door lock was left by Artel, he originally wanted to prevent others from breaking in while studying Saruman’s notebook in the bedroom.

So there is a little magic left on the anti-unlock spell, once someone unlocks it, it will alarm him.

“you…”

Peter Pettigrew was taken aback, he was a little hairy, and his head was messy and the yellow hair almost stood on end.

But Peter Pettigrew soon realized, because he saw that Artel didn’t have a wand on him.

Peter Pettigrew was short, pointed the wand in his hand at Artel, and said with a grim smile:

“Artel! My ‘big benefactor’! You’re right, I almost died in Azkaban, if it wasn’t for those stupid dementors who couldn’t tell Af*ck Gus !

“It’s all thanks to you!!

Peter Pettigrew looked at Artel viciously, he shook his head and said:

“I’m going to leave Hogwarts quickly, I won’t say anything more to you, and say goodbye to this wonderful world! Arvada…”

Peter Pettigrew cast a spell with a vicious look on his face…

When dealing with Artel, a first-year wizard, he chose the Avada Suo!

One can imagine how much he hated Artel!

“Arvada gnaw.”

Peter Pettigrew’s spell was not finished, his body staggered for a while, and suddenly fell backwards.

Because the carpet and ground under his feet suddenly turned into a big pit.

Peter Pettigrew accidentally lost his balance and fell directly into the pit.

“what!!!”

Immediately afterwards, a scream resounded throughout the bedroom.

Malfoy and Goyle, who were sleeping soundly, were startled and shuddered on the bed, opening their eyes.

Crabbe snorted, turned over and continued to snore…

“Who?!”

“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?! Did the eldest sister kill her again?”

Malfoy and Goyle exclaimed as they opened the door and waited to see Artel standing in front of a large pit.

From the pit came the howl of human pain.

“Big pit? Where did the big pit in the bedroom come from?”

Malfoy and Goyle jumped out of bed 4.1, came over and looked down, startled again.

There’s a chunky man in the pit…

He was wearing a few iron drills, which penetrated his limbs and abdomen, the tips were very sharp, and there were blood stains…

“This, this…”

Goyle was trembling all over, and he was speechless.

“Peter Pettigrew?

Malfoy recognized Peter’s identity and exclaimed.

Artel stretched out his hand, made a light move, and the wand in the pit flew out…

“It’s what Muggle hunters use to catch tigers and bears, catch a mouse, it seems a bit overkill…”

Artel’s face was also a little pale. He didn’t wear the Ring of Viya. With his magic power, it was still a bit reluctant to use such a complicated Transfiguration.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have just turned out five iron rods… but dozens of iron rods, directly stabbing Peter from a mouse into a hedgehog…