Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Although Peter Pettigrew can use a more advanced lock picking spell, he doesn't have a magic wand and can't cast it at all.

"I knew I would have gone to Diagon Alley first to steal a second-hand wand..."

Peter Pettigrew regretted a little, after he escaped from Azkaban, he only thought about coming to revenge quickly, and he didn't think so much at all.

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

"Nope... That can only leave first..."

Peter Pettigrew was thinking, and a boy's dormitory not far away suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and Peter subconsciously turned into a mouse.

A young second-year wizard came out of the dormitory and headed for the bathroom in the lounge.

"Merlin is on top! The host is on top! Are you guys helping Peter?! "

Peter Pettigrew was overjoyed and quickly took the opportunity to enter the bedroom, and soon found a wand on a table...

"Quack... Altaïr, God has doomed you to die tonight... Also "four one three" no wonder my pettigrew Peter! "

Peter laughed strangely, picked up the wand on the table, returned to Altaïr's bedroom, and cast a high-level lockpicking 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 is made of elm, but the core of the wand is also the nerve of the dragon.

So Peter Pettigrew used it quite smoothly.

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

Pettigrew Peter's face showed an excited, cruel smile,

He knew the door was open.

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

The bedroom was pitch black.

The Slytherin dormitory was on the ground floor, with the Black Lake out the window.

The whole space is not without a little light source.

But the sound in the room is quite loud.

"Purr—huh!!"

"Squeak—uh-huh!!"

Two snoring sounded one after another, and Peter Pettigrew rubbed his ears, he felt like he was going to be deaf.

"Can anyone really fall asleep in this situation?"

Peter Pettigrew was a little suspicious, his eyes widened and he tried to find Altaïr's location.

But the bedroom was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

"Fluorescent flashing."

Peter Pettigrew took his wand and clicked it, and a hazy white light appeared at the tip of the wand.

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

Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe...

What about Altaïr?

Peter Pettigrew looked at the empty bed and his eyes widened.

"Not there?!"

"Went out for a night swim?!"

Peter Pettigrew glared, then shook his head sharply.

"No, if Altaïr goes on a night tour, the bedroom door can't be locked..."

Peter Pettigrew suddenly had an IQ online at this time.

He looked at the empty bed, and then looked closely at the other beds, the sofa and the carpet...

"No one..."

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

"It seems that a shielding spell has been cast here... Altaïr cast a shielding spell on his bed? How did he do it..."

Peter suddenly realized that Altaïr was still in the bedroom, and he had only cast a spell on the bed, so that others could not see what was on it.

"Is there such distrust among Slytherin students? What a horrible academy..."

Peter pouted, he raised his wand and approached Altaïr's bed step by step.

Sure enough, when he stepped out and came to Altaïr's bed, the surrounding space seemed to change like a wave, and then Peter was surprised to find that the snoring around him was gone.

"He'll enjoy it!"

Peter thought silently, looking at the bed again.

I saw Altaïr sitting on the bed, his eyes blinking at him.

"Mr. Peter Pettigrew? You actually escaped from Azkaban? By virtue of the identity of Animagus? I thought you were going to be tortured to death by those Death Eaters..."

Altaïr's tone was a little regretful, and he looked at Peter Pettigrew with an inexplicable smile on his face. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

He was practicing Gandalf's spiritual secrets, and Peter Pettigrew woke him up the moment he opened the lock on the bedroom door.

Because the anti-opening spell on the door lock was left by Altaïr, he originally wanted to prevent others from breaking in while studying Saruman's notes in his bedroom.

So there is also a little magic left on the anti-lock charm, once someone opens the lock, it will alarm him.

"You..."

Peter Pettigrew was startled, he had some hair, a mess of yellow hair that almost stood on end.

But soon Peter Pettigrew reacted because he saw that Altaïr did not have a wand on his body.

Peter Pettigrew short, aimed his wand at Altaïr, and said with a sly smile:

"Altaïr! My "great benefactor"! You're right, I almost died in Azkaban, and if it weren't for the stupid group of dementors who couldn't tell the Animagus apart, I would have died! "

"It's all thanks to you!!"

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

"I'm going to leave Hogwarts quickly, so I won't say anything more to you and say goodbye to this wonderful world!" Awada..."

Pettigrew Peter said the spell with a fierce face.....

Treating Altaïr, a little wizard of the first grade, he actually chose the Avadaso Curse!

You can imagine how much he hates Altaïr!

"Avada gnaw..."

Pettigrew Peter's spell was not finished, his body stumbled for a while, and he suddenly fell backwards.

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

Pettigrew Peter was careless, lost his balance, and fell directly into the pit.

"Ah!!"

Immediately afterwards, a scream resounded throughout the dormitory.

Malfoy and Goyle, who were asleep, were startled, shook the bed violently, and opened their eyes.

Crabbe snorted, rolled over and continued to snore...

"Who?!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! Did the eldest sister kill again? "

Malfoy and Goyle exclaimed, and as they opened and waited, they saw Altaïr standing in front of a large pit.

Inside 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, walked over and looked down, startled again.

There is a stocky man in the big pit ...

He was wearing several iron rods, piercing his limbs and abdomen, with a very sharp tip and blood stains...

"This, this, this..."

Goyle trembled all over, unable to speak.

"Pettigrew Peter?"

Malfoy recognized Peter's identity and exclaimed.

Altaïr stretched out his hand, and with a slight move, the wand in the pit flew out...

"This is what Muggle hunters use to catch tigers and bears, and catching a mouse seems to be a bit overkill..."

Altaïr's face was also a little pale, he did not wear the Ring of Via, with his magic, it was still a little reluctant to use such a complex transfiguration.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been just five iron brazing... Rather, dozens of iron rods directly pierced Peter from a mouse to a hedgehog....