"Think beautifully, bring the money, do the work you promised yourself!" One of the Aurors looked at the smelly sock in Madame Peter's hand and waved his hand in disgust.

"Really, I didn't even help with this little favor!" Madame Peter pursed her lips, took out a few gold galleons from her pocket with her backhand and threw them over, but her legs and feet were trembling, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

The sock in her hand was actually a disguised portkey. She had bought it from the wizarding market in Tumbledown Alley with all her money, and it didn't look like there was anything wrong with it, but if the Aurors looked at it, they would definitely find out that something was wrong.

So she can only choose to retreat as advance, and bet that the other party will refuse.

Thankfully, as she had imagined, the Aurors weren't willing to help clothe a criminal in dirty, smelly socks.

The corners of Lady Peter's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

In fact, when she was in the cell, she was ready to use the portkey and teleport away with Pettigrew.

But I didn't expect that Azkaban's interior had a complete defense mechanism, not only prohibiting shapeshifting, but also the portkey could not function.

So she had to take the risk of knocking out the Auror who was overseeing her, and pretending to be the other party in an attempt to find an opportunity to contact Pettigrew.

Luckily, this backup plan went well...

While rejoicing in her heart, Mrs. Peter controlled her emotions, tried not to show any abnormality, and approached step by step, but her body still trembled slightly out of nervousness.

The tall and thin Auror had been keeping an eye on her movements, and was keenly aware of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke suddenly as Madame Peter approached.

"Wait..."

"What's wrong?" Madame Peter's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she tried to pretend to be flat and turned her head to look at the other.

"That's it, it's not good to take your money for nothing, why don't we help him dress?" The tall and thin Auror stared at Madame Peter, and said word by word, his hand already quietly holding the wand pinned to his waist.

The other Auror hadn't reacted at first, but sensing something was wrong at the glance of his colleague, he took a few steps forward and said to Madame Peter.

"Bring the stuff!"

Madame Peter was caught in a dilemma, if she handed over the keys to the door, she would be immediately found out, and if she didn't, the two Aurors would do it to themselves.

She was well aware that she had no chance of defeating them, especially since the two Aurors seemed to be on their guard...

The silence lasted less than a second, and the tall and thin Auror pulled out his wand, ready to move.

Lady Peter said in surprise at this time.

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly nervous? I just let you go, and you are dirty, it's really inexplicable! Take it, I'll save some trouble..."

Madame Peter looked at the two of them strangely, and casually threw the stinky socks in her hand to one of the Aurors.

The latter was surprised by Madame Peter's decisiveness, wondered if he had thought too much, and subconsciously took the thing.

As soon as he got his hands on it, the Aurors immediately sensed that something was wrong, this texture didn't look like socks at all...

Unfortunately, by the time he realized it was too late.

Madame Peter had activated the portkey's effect as she threw it, and the Auror felt as if something had caught his navel, then pulled it and disappeared in place in a whirlwind.

"Arnold!"

The sudden surprise surprised the tall and thin Aurors, but he immediately recognized it as the effect of the portkey, so without hesitation, he waved his wand at Madame Peter.

"Except for your weapons!"

Red beams of light shot out from the tip of the wand...

However, in the end, it was a hasty attack, and Madame Peter easily dodged the young body in charge, and then she launched a vicious counterattack.

"Broken bones!"

Lady Peter shouted hoarsely, channeling her anger into a spell, and she was forced to send away an Auror with a portkey, and now there was only a glimmer of hope of survival if she killed them.

In her expectant gaze, the beam of the spell hit the target, and Madame Peter was overjoyed, but she didn't notice the cold color in the other party's eyes...

The protective gloves on the tall and thin Auror's right hand glowed faintly, and the beam of the spell suddenly returned the same way and crashed into Madame Peter herself.

A blow full of anger made the original owner suffer.

Ahh!!hhhhh

The pain of tearing her body made Lady Peter cry out in a terrible way, and her wand fell out of her hand and fell to the ground, and her abdomen was pulled apart with deep scars, and scarlet blood continued to flow out of the wounds...

Due to the severity of her injuries, Lady Peter fell to the ground and covered her wounds, and the polyjuice decoction she was taking soon lost its effect.

Lady Peter's appearance gradually changed from a young Auror to an old witch with gray hair... Combined with the horrible wound on the upper abdomen, it looks so sad.

The tall and thin Auror did not have the slightest sympathy, only felt unlucky, he was almost tricked by an old woman.

What's more critical is that one of his two colleagues was teleported away, and the other didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he didn't know what was going on now...

The tall and thin Auror kicked Lady Peter in anger, kicked her in a circle, and was ready to ask about Jack and the others...

At this time, behind him, the stupid Pettigrew saw the miserable situation of Madame Peter, and for some reason felt a heartache, and suddenly as if he was crazy, he rushed up and bit the Auror's right hand with his teeth...

"Ahhh?!!h Loosen up, you lunatic! The tall and thin Auror didn't expect this, and was bitten by accident, and immediately screamed in pain, slapping Pettigrew on the head desperately to try to make him loosen.

Madame Peter did not miss this opportunity, and with a heart-wrenching pain in her abdomen, she grabbed the wand that had fallen to the ground, and released the last of her magic with a hoarse voice.

"Faint!"

The tall, thin Auror kicked Peter away, and he had no time to cast the spell, only staring at Lady Peter's eyes, hoping that the protective gloves would take effect.

It's a pity that the beam of the spell was not rebounded this time, and Madame Peter's angry shattering charm had long since exhausted the magic of the protective gloves, and it could not be reused for a short time...

If only I had a protective ring...

A thought crossed the Auror's mind, and he fell unconscious to the ground under a curse.

Mrs. Peter didn't have time to rejoice, so she crawled over step by step and searched for the key to the magic shackles from the other party's body...

"Quick... Pettigrew... My baby... Come here, quick! Madame Peter excitedly shouted at Pettigrew.

Pettigrew's memory became very confusing, but he could still instinctively feel that the old witch in front of him was close to him, otherwise he would not subconsciously attack the Auror when he saw the other party injured, so he leaned over in accordance with the order...

Lady Peter ignored the wound in her abdomen, and her palms trembled as she unshackled Pettigrew.

Then she looked at the sky again, her face suddenly changed, and she grabbed Pettigrew's clothes and shouted in a weak tone.

"Please, come up with something... It's about to turn into a mouse, they're coming... They're coming! ”

"What? What are you talking about? Pettigrew had a confused expression, and some memories flashed through his mind.

The restless Dementors in the sky had already flown down, and they had been sensing everything that was happening below, but the Aurors had the upper hand and didn't receive orders, so they didn't dare to come down at all...

But now it's different, these ugly monsters are swarming like sideburns on the prairie that pounce on their prey, ready for a delicious meal!

The whirring wind resounded on the island, and it was the excited cry of the Dementors...

Lady Peter struggled to keep Pettigrew under her, repeating the words over and over again in Pettigrew's ear, begging him to save himself...

More and more memories emerge from Pettigrew's brain, but they can't be connected.

Fortunately, his survival instinct forced him to spontaneously spread his magic power throughout his body, and his body began to slowly shrink, and finally turned into the appearance of a mouse...

"Great... Come on... Come on! Seeing that Peter had finally turned into an Animagus form, Madame Peter was moved to tears, and her mouth quickly urged.

The gray-black rat hesitated, and was unwilling to leave, and even bit Madame Peter's sleeve with his mouth, as if trying to drag her away.

"No.. Leave me alone... I'm getting old, I'm going to die... You can't save me, let's go! Be quick! Madame Peter shook her head weakly, she knew the weight of her wounds, and she felt the vitality of her body being withdrawn.

The gray-black mouse squeaked, as if hesitating, but Madame Peter's voice became weaker and weaker, and at last she tilted her head and lost her voice...

A great sadness hangs over Pettigrew's heart, and memories flood out of his brain, but they still seem cluttered...

"Who am I? Peter Pettigrew? A Death Eater? ”

Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself, then shook his head, thinking of another fragmentary memory.

In my memory, I seem to grovel to a little wizard, rebuking the Dark Lord's brutal rule...

The messy memories made Pettigrew's brain experience pinprick pain, and seeing the disgusting monsters in the sky rushing down, Pettigrew fled in a hurry...

But instead of running to the outside world, he went to the interior of Azkaban,

Pettigrew, who has regained some of his senses, knows very well that it is unrealistic for a mouse to wander away from this island, and will soon be caught, so it is better to go to Azkaban... Hiding under a prisoner might be able to evade a search...

Before Pettigrew could get away, the Dementors were already drifting down, all of them angry and irritable.

Originally, there were three delicious foods underneath their perceptions, but now two of them have disappeared directly in their perceptions, and the remaining one is still an Auror from the Ministry of Magic...

The enraged Dementors grew more and more agitated, contemplating whether to kill the only living man present and suck his soul...

However, just as they hesitated for a long time, and were about to make up their minds, a flame appeared out of thin air on the empty ground, spreading violently and bursting.

With the loud singing of the phoenix, the purple-robed and white-bearded figure walked out of the rising firelight.

"Looks like I'm a little late..."Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Aurors on the execution ground, and Lady Peter, who was dressed in Auror costume and was bleeding to death, and quickly guessed what had happened.

Annoyed by Dumbledore's arrival, the uninteresting Dementors swarmed to suck the old professor's soul, and then fled in terror...

A dark blue phoenix flew out of the tip of Dumbledore's wand and floated around it, forcing the Dementors back into the sky.

After driving away these annoying monsters, Dumbledore took a few steps forward to check the cause of Lady Peter's death and see if he could find some clues.

At this moment, there were several more spatial fluctuations, and Fudge led a large group of Aurors to hurry over, and the phantom shapeshifter appeared in the center of the field.

Seeing the shackles scattered on the ground and the Aurors lying to the side, Fudge shuddered and almost didn't stand still...

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?!" Fudge was furious, he was going almost insane, and if it was known that Peter Pettigrew managed to escape during the execution, it would be all over!

"Albus?! How did you end up here? You attacked the Aurors and Dementors here and let Peter Pettigrew go? ”

Fudge had almost lost his mind, and he jerked his head to look at Dumbledore, anxious to find someone to take on the responsibility.

"Cornelius!" Dumbledore frowned and accentuated, "I think you should be able to figure out what's going on here!" ”

"Maybe you can ask this Auror as well!" Dumbledore waved his wand and lifted the stun spell from the Auror on the ground.

After a few moments, the tall and thin Auror came to his senses, and after seeing a few people on the field, he showed a panicked look on his face and hurriedly explained.

"Your Excellency! Just now, Pettigrew's mother, Lady Peter, used Polyjuice decoction to transform into Jack's appearance..."

"I know! All you need is you to tell me where Peter Pettigrew is now?! Fudge interrupted the tall and thin Auror's words, almost squeezing the words out of his mouth.

He had only arrived after receiving a notification from Arnold, who had been teleported away by the portkey, and of course knew very well what was going on.

But Fudge thought that by the time he arrived, he would see that Lady Peter had been ambushed, and Pettigrew was being held here, or that his soul had been sucked by the Dementors...

But he didn't expect this to happen, although Lady Peter was dead as he expected, but the most important Pettigrew was gone!

This made Fudge very angry, an old witch in his sixties and seventies was able to rescue a death row inmate from a tight control?

And that's in front of a few Aurors and a lot of Dementors...

(PS: Friendly recommendation of a niche article "Almighty Singer Auxiliary System", a V family text can write 800,000 words is not much...) Book lovers who like virtual singers can check it out. ）