"Take your weapon …" Harry quickly turned around and waved his wand, but the rat-like man in front of him was faster than him.
A red flash flew past, and Harry's wand flew out.
He covered his right hand and saw Pettish- Peter curled up in the corner, the wand in his hand trembling as it pointed at him.
"Wormtail!" Harry said softly, his voice full of disdain and contempt. Compared to the anger of seeing the traitor who betrayed his parents again, compared to the anger of having his wand sent flying by Pettish- Peter, Harry was even more surprised that Peter was still alive.
The last time Harry heard news about Pettish- Peter from Sirius, he heard that he was on the verge of death. On that night four years ago, he lost control of his black magic and caused a huge explosion. At the same time, he paid the price of losing his entire right arm. Then, he was attacked by countless eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest.
On that night, Pettish- Peter's body was riddled with holes.
If not for Elwyn using the Time Converter to bring him back, he would have died in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest.
Moreover, it was not just physical injuries. Sirius's anger and the daily torture of the Dementors in the Wizard Prison, Azkaban, had almost killed him. Even if he did not die at the time, it was only a matter of time. That was what everyone thought.
He wouldn't be able to live for long. Every day he endured was a pain more unbearable than death.
But he did not expect that he would be able to survive.
Lord Voldemort saved him from Azkaban and accepted him again.
Pettish- Peter was now a Death Eater again, staying in the Malfoy Manor to watch over Ron.
Watching over his former "master" was a great irony.
In order to avoid Sirius's revenge, Peter hid in Weasley's house as a mouse for thirteen years. For a long time, he was Ron's pet. Perhaps it was because of this that the Lord Voldemort had given him such a task. It had to be said that it was a very bad taste.
Opposite Harry, in a dark corner of the secret chamber, Little Dwarf Peter was cowering, his face full of fear and surprise.
He had knocked Harry's wand away, but this did not give him much sense of security.
Facing the sudden appearance of Harry, Peter was more shocked than the other Death Eaters, or even Harry himself.
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would meet Harry again here in such a way.
"Harry, Potter!" Little Dwarf Peter said with a trembling voice. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to save Ron." Harry replied directly. "I think Sirius will be happy to know that you're here, Wormtail."
Hearing the name Sirius, Peter shuddered. He said in horror, "No, Harry, you can't …"
"What's wrong with Ron?" Harry interrupted him impatiently.
"It's the Dark Lord's magic." Little Dwarf Peter panted, his nauseating eyes darting around.
He seemed to have just realized that there was only Harry here, and he had just knocked Harry's wand away. He was facing Harry without his wand, and Harry could not do anything to him. He had captured Harry Potter, and that was how unbelievable it was. As long as he handed Harry over to the Lord Voldemort, he would receive an unprecedented reward.
"Where are the others, Harry? It's just you, isn't it? " Little Dwarf Peter asked. "The great Harry Potter came here alone to save his friend …"
As he asked, he raised his wand and walked towards Harry.
His body left the shadows in the corner. Harry squinted his eyes and looked at Little Dwarf Peter.
The other party's body was too eye-catching. His entire body was covered by a black robe. Compared to his haggard face, not only did he not lose weight, but he was also much fatter than when they met a few years ago. He was abnormally fat, which made people feel very strange at first glance.
Yes, it was very strange, very abnormal.
The strange feeling when he touched Ron just now rose in Harry's heart again.
He looked at the strange Wormtail in front of him, wondering why he had become fat.
It should be known that Sirius was able to leave Azkaban because he was too thin. He was so thin that he could crawl out of the iron door of his cell. Harry had never seen a wizard imprisoned in Azkaban become fat, especially someone like Little Dwarf Peter.
He held the wand in his left hand and pointed it at Harry. His severed right arm seemed to have recovered.
But Peter Pettigrew did not seem to want to use this hand. He kept it completely hidden in his sleeve, covering it up tightly.
"Your right arm has recovered?" Harry asked casually, trying to distract Wormtail.
He did not directly answer Little Dwarf Peter's question. He hoped to stall for time and find an opportunity.
The scar on his head was throbbing, which made Harry feel terrible.
"Yes, the Dark Lord gave me a great reward," Wormtail said, panting. "He gave me a new body …"
"Why?" Harry asked loudly. "Why did he do this? Who did you betray this time? "
He could not see how a wizard like Wormtail could be of any use to the Lord Voldemort. Why would the Lord Voldemort waste his magic to reconstruct his body?!
"This is a great honor …" Peter said insincerely. His sharp voice seemed to contain a bit more fear. "You don't understand, Harry. You don't understand what happened to me. You also don't understand how powerful and incredible the magic of the Dark Lord is."
"Hmph!" Harry snorted disdainfully. "You know too much. That's why you betrayed my parents seventeen years ago."
"I have no other choice!" Little Dwarf Peter shouted. "I'm not as powerful as them. I don't want to die. Whether it's in the past or now, I have no other choice. This is the only way for me to avoid death. Come on, child, you should tell me now. Are you alone? "
"Elwyn and Sirius are outside. They may come down at any time …"
As soon as Harry's voice fell, he took advantage of the moment Wormtail let his guard down and threw himself onto Wormtail's body.
He grabbed Wormtail's wand-wielding arm tightly with one hand, forcing it to be raised up, while his other hand struggled with Wormtail.
Harry punched with all his might. Sirius's special training had paid off. He could not hold on for so long before.
Sparks flew from Wormtail's wand, but he could not use magic.
He seemed to be subdued by Harry. However, his right arm, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly floated up.
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