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"Are you out?" Leona hid outside Azkaban, watching a mouse get out of the gap in the door, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Well, that mouse is Peter." Professor McGonagall nodded.

An invisibility spell surrounds them, protecting them from others.

The expression on Fudge's face was very bad. Originally, they came here to create a chance for Peter to escape. On the way here, Fudge kept telling Leona how tight Azkaban's defenses were. It would take Peter several chances to escape Azkaban.

As a result, now, the plan is just the beginning, and the target has come out by itself before it is officially implemented.

This is simply a slap in the face for Fudge. It seems that in the next period of time, the life of Azkaban's guards and the beaters guarding this place may not be easy.

Moreover, Fudge had a very reasonable reason to clean up, and he let a wanted criminal go. If he doesn't clean up, who are you going to clean up?

"Do you think we still need to provide him with a chance to leave this island?" Leona asked, looking at Fudge.

Fudge opened his mouth. He wanted to say that it was impossible for Peter to leave without someone to help him, but he still swallowed the words. He might not be able to accept another slap in the face.

Professor McGonagall smiled mockingly where Fudge couldn't see her. It was normal for the Ministry of Magic to make mistakes. She was not surprised at all. In fact, Professor McGonagall was quite happy to see Fudge being embarrassed.

"I don't think it's necessary. Too much intervention will make Peter suspicious. We have to believe that this guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death can even find a chance to escape from Azkaban. It is not impossible to escape from this place again." thing." Professor McGonagall finally helped Fudge out of the situation and took the initiative to speak.

Leona nodded and said no more. All she wanted was for Peter to run out. From now on, every area Peter walked through would be under observation, and maybe Voldemort was hiding in the place he walked through.

If nothing is found, Leona is not worried. People from the People's Federation have already organized people to analyze the bottle of Bella's blood. It would be best if Voldemort here can catch it in advance. If not, so be it.

In Peter's eyes, after he was away from Azkaban Prison, he once again gained a brief period of safety.

Peter, who was so tired that he was shaking all over, didn't dare to change back to his human form. Fortunately, after being a mouse for so long, he also gained some experience.

After wandering around the barren grass for a long time, Peter dug out some edible plant roots from the soil with his claws.

Looking at the rhizome that was full of earthy fragrance, Peter's eyes turned red. He took a bite without hesitation and devoured it. Feeling full, Peter finally felt alive. Feel.

The next step is to leave this poor place. In this regard, Peter is quite experienced. He once followed Voldemort to Azkaban.

After all, for a group of terrorists, prison is a good place to gather troops.

Unfortunately, there were very few pure-blood wizards in prison at that time, and not many people joined Voldemort's troops as Death Eaters.

This is what they should have thought of when they came here. How many pure-blood wizards would really be locked up in this place? Even if they commit a crime and are caught, they are just locked up in their own homes. As long as they don't grow up and wander around, they don't even need the face-saving project of "locking up".

Sure enough, just as Mag said, Peter just escaped from the area without a wand, just like those criminals who were released on time.

Fudge suddenly felt like he had been slapped on the face again. If it weren't for the smooth progress of the plan, he would have wanted to rush into Azkaban and then take out the guards and scold them one by one.

Four or five hours, it took Peter four or five hours from leaving his cell to leaving this area. Is it really necessary not to check on the prisoners? !

Professor McGonagall was looking intently. She could already feel that Fudge beside her had turned into a gas tank. At this time, it was best to remain silent.

Some time before noon the next day, when the guard was about to give Peter an injection, Fudge glanced at Leona and Mag. After getting their signals, he angrily lifted the invisibility spell on his body. Rushed towards Azkaban.

"Who! Put your hands on your head!" the patrol beater shouted to Fudge.

"Fuck you!" Fudge was furious, but other than cursing, he didn't do anything to the striker. Mag and Leona were still watching from behind, and this couldn't be any more embarrassing.

"Call me your leader!" Fudge took a deep breath and shouted loudly. At the same time, he was also a little embarrassed, because now Fudge found that he really didn't seem to remember who the Striker's leader was in Azkaban. Who.

Compared with strikers and Aurors in other places, Azkaban is sometimes a place with a very weak presence.

The strikers who were scolded by Fudge were stunned for a moment. Their first thought was that this was a fake Fudge. How could the Minister of Magic come to Azkaban alone?

But looking at Fudge's momentum, the batter still didn't dare to bet this time. If the bet failed, God knows what kind of corner he would be thrown into.

Soon, Azkaban's leadership quickly ran over. After taking a look at Fudge, they all felt a little panicked. The magic accessories were right, the wand looked right, and all the details were right. This didn't look like a human being. Fake minister.

"Ten minutes, okay, very good. I'll stand here and it will take you ten minutes to come over!" Fudge's face turned even darker.

"Minister! We were preparing to conduct a thorough inspection of all the prisons, so there was a bit of a delay!" the striker leader said in a lie.

"Okay, very good." Fudge's face became even more ugly after hearing that he was inspecting the prison. "Let's go, I want to see what you are inspecting!"

Leona, who was hiding behind, shook her head. She was not suitable to stay here any longer. She had better save some face for Fudge, after all, he would need his cooperation in the future.

"Professor McGonagall, I will leave first. Please help Fudge continue to perform this play."

"No problem." Professor McGonagall nodded, waved her wand, and the invisibility spell disappeared, and she walked towards Fudge.

After whispering something in Fudge's ear, Fudge relaxed a little. No matter how you put it, Mag is a magician, and he can be regarded as one of his own. It is better for shameful things to be known by one's own people than to be known by others.

As soon as the group reached the door, two guards ran over in a panic.

The striker leader winked wildly and asked the two of them to step aside and talk about anything in private.

"Wait, let them say, is there anything I can't hear?" Fudge said, stopping the guards from moving out of the way.

The guard looked back and forth between his leader's face and Fudge's face, his face turned red from holding back, as if he was constipated.

"You two were very active when you were in Gryffindor. I don't remember you being mute." Professor McGonagall took a step forward and said.

After being criticized by McGonagall, the two guards immediately stood at attention. After studying at Hogwarts for so long, Professor McGonagall's authority was directly engraved in their hearts. McGonagall's criticism was simply better than the words of their immediate leaders. make.

"Professor McGonagall, Minister Fudge, Pettigrew has escaped!" the guard said loudly with his eyes closed, as if he had accepted his fate.

The striker leader next to him took a step forward and grabbed the guard's clothes directly, "Who do you think escaped?!"

"Are you deaf?!" Fudge slapped the guy who was blocking the way away, "You two, take me to Pettigrew's cell!"

"Yes!" the guard shouted back.

Ten minutes later, after taking a decent look around, Fudge and Mag sat in the office with cold expressions. The personnel and leaders related to Pettigrew's escape stood obediently below, waiting to be punished. .

"Tell me how he escaped." Fudge knocked on the table and said.

The guards looked at each other, then swallowed, "Last night, the prisoner Bella suddenly became manic. We immediately went to check the situation. Maybe, maybe at that time, Pettigrew turned into a mouse and broke through the specially guarded door. Gate of Nemagus.”

"Specially to guard against Animagus? Just a broken door?" Fudge wanted to laugh a little, and his eyes shifted to the leadership. He remembered that although he was stingy, after Sirius escaped from prison, he was still under pressure to approve Thousand Galleons asked for Azkaban to be reinforced, but it ended up being reinforced like this? Did it cost ten galleons?

"Actually, the effect is not bad, but we were deceived." Another guard muttered, and it was he who came up with the idea of ​​installing iron gates.

"Okay!" Fudge slammed the table, "Now I don't want to listen to your lies. I only give you twenty-four hours to find that guy. I will pretend that nothing happened. If he is not found, huh."

Professor McGonagall sat calmly. She didn't think these guys would be able to catch Peter who had run out within twenty-four hours.

As an old Animagus, McGonagall knew how well an Animagus could hide without being shameful.

Before he and Fudge got up to leave Azkaban, when McGonagall passed by the guards, he paused and glared at them fiercely. They were two guys who couldn't live up to their expectations.

The two guards were relieved at this time. Mag did not ignore him, which at least showed that she was willing to help and say a few words. That way, even if she lost her job in the end, at least she would not become a criminal and be locked up.

On the other side, relying on the time difference, Peter successfully landed on land.

Before he could take a breath, Peter suddenly realized something was wrong. Several beaters suddenly called all the wizards who had reached their sentences back again, and they all had their wands drawn out, as if they were ready to attack at any time.

It’s over! Found!

Peter tensed up and hid a little deeper among the debris.

Immediately afterwards, Peter saw the thugs begin to search the wizards who had been released from prison. The search was very careful, even some parts of the body were not missed.

Now, Peter was even more certain that his escape from prison must have been discovered. After looking around, Peter gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and got directly into the small sewer ditch.

In the smelly sewage ditch, Peter waved his four little paws hard and flopped wildly towards the sewage entrance.

Then it went directly into the sewer along with the sewage.

As the sounds from the outside world gradually disappeared, Peter felt more and more relaxed. Fortunately, he moved quickly enough. He was almost, almost, caught.

After an unknown amount of time, Peter was already a little exhausted. Leaning on a small platform in the sewer, Peter fell into a deep sleep.

Freddy got out of Peter's body and waved his hand in disgust.

Uncle Freddy loves to be clean. For wizards who don't like to be clean, the dose must be increased and the punishment must be given.

As a result, Peter in his sleep found that he seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, when he had not betrayed James and others.

"Why are these people looking at me like this?" Walking on the territory of the Order of the Phoenix, Peter felt something was wrong. The wizards around him seemed to cast contemptuous glances at him.

Snap, suddenly a magic spell flew over from a distance. Peter didn't react in time and was hit directly and restrained.

Sirius came out from behind Peter with a wand and looked at Peter with hatred in his eyes.

"Do you like being a mouse? Do you like betrayal?" Sirius slapped Peter's face with his wand.

Peter struggled wildly, trying to defend himself. He should not have accepted Voldemort's mission yet. I am still a good person. You can't wrongly accuse a good person!

However, Peter felt as if his mouth was sealed by something, and he couldn't open it at all. The sounds he made when he tried to make any sound were like "Ouch".

Sirius's wand touched Peter's forehead. Under the influence of the light emitted from the wand, Peter found himself getting smaller little by little. He was forced to turn into a disgusting mouse, bouncing around on the ground. .

Before he understood what was happening, Peter felt himself being lifted up and thrown into a circle made of bricks.

Then, pairs of frightening eyes appeared in the dark surroundings.

One by one, Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, walked out of the shadows, sharp claws popping out of the cat's pads. This time, there was no Ron to protect him.

And Sirius and others, who might be protecting him at this time, were holding their wands and watching the show.

Under such circumstances, the cats swarmed up, and their sharp claws tore open wounds on Peter's body. Peter howled loudly under the severe pain.

After he was completely torn apart, Peter suddenly woke up from his dream. Only then did he realize that he was now hiding in the sewer.

His body arched forward twice, and Peter leaned against the wall, trembling and saying some words that no one could understand.

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