Wormtail's right arm suddenly rose up, and its sleeve slid down, revealing a shocking face.
Under the candlelight, Wormtail's raised right arm was particularly clear. If Harry could turn around and see it, he would be shocked. That was not the arm of a normal human being.
At first glance, it was colorful, with dark purple as the base, and it seemed to be covered with strange and imaginary tattoos.
Upon closer inspection, these "tattoos" were scales of different colors and layers of raised folds on the surface.
The place where the hand used to be was replaced by a monster's claw. There were four curved, sharp claws on the claw.
The strange barbs protruded downwards, extending all the way to the arm. The arm was also very different from a normal person's. It seemed to be very soft, boneless, and could stretch freely, just like the giant tentacles. However, it was very different from the tentacles of an octopus.
The specific shape of Wormtail's right arm was difficult to describe, just like those indescribable things.
The patterns on the arm seemed to be alive. They were breathing, and tiny dark purple tentacles slowly extended out from the gaps in the folds. This made the entire arm look like it was shrouded in a layer of dark purple fog. The fog was hazy, and it moved slowly.
From afar, it looked a little mysterious, but up close, it was disgusting to see the true face of the fog.
The countless tiny tentacles swayed, creating an inexplicable magnetic field.
As if attracted by the hand, or controlled by something, Ron suddenly moved. He stood up shakily, picked up the wand that Harry had sent flying, and came in front of the two people who were fighting.
"Ron, help me!" Harry shouted. He noticed Ron. "Use magic, quickly!"
But his call for help did not get any response. Ron stood there quietly, as if he was checking Harry's wand, or waiting for the result of the fight. His face was dull, and his eyes were particularly bulging.
"Damn it!" Harry cursed when he did not get Ron's help.
He struggled hard with Wormtail, but he did not see its right hand floating in the air.
Harry felt that he could defeat Wormtail. He felt that this body was extremely weak.
However, in the next second, the hand made an incredible arc in the air. It accurately passed through the gap between the two people who were fighting and firmly grabbed Harry's throat.
A powerful force assaulted him, and Harry couldn't breathe.
"Ron …" Harry was about to suffocate. He tried to grab Wormtail's monstrous fingers and stared at Wormtail. "You want to kill me? After I interceded for you and saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail. "
On that night four years ago, Harry had tried to dissuade Sirius from killing Wormtail.
Otherwise, he would have been long dead!
Peter seemed to hesitate because of Harry's interceding for him, or because of Harry's identity. In short, his monstrous fingers slowly loosened.
This was out of Harry's expectation. He took the opportunity to break free from Wormtail's grip. His other hand was still holding onto Wormtail's wand. Wormtail's normal hand.
Because of the fight, Wormtail's robe was torn, revealing the body underneath. Harry was pleased to see his new body and new arm.
The tentacle-like monstrous arm was no longer a normal human body, but an ugly monster's body.
The creation of an evil god!
Even though the word was so strange to Harry, he naturally thought of it at this time.
Lord Voldemort had given Wormtail a new body, a monstrous body.
He was not helping Wormtail at all, but was using him to conduct evil black magic experiments.
Harry saw this terrible monster created by Lord Voldemort. That evil black magic. Only the head and left hand remained the same, the rest of the body was no longer human. He saw the rat-like man's watery eyes filled with fear and surprise. He seemed to be surprised that Harry let go of his hand and showed him a little mercy. Yes, he seemed to be as surprised as Harry.
He struggled even more fiercely, as if to cover up his moment of weakness.
"I want to talk to you, Wormtail!" Harry said, trying to make his voice sound calm. "I can help you. Elwyn and I can help you. You should be very clear about your current physical condition, you are now …"
Harry's words stopped abruptly. He saw Peter's pupils dilate!
Perhaps it was because of fear, or perhaps it was because of other unknown factors, his eyes moved away from Harry's face. Wormtail's body was trembling violently. Countless slender black tentacles stretched out from his body, growing longer and longer.
Harry let go of Wormtail and slowly stepped back. He watched in horror as Wormtail was entangled by the tentacles. The deadly tentacles formed a pupa shape, layer after layer, tightly wrapping around Wormtail.
Peter seemed to be shrouded in a melting black fog, gradually becoming one with the darkness.
Then …
"No —"
Harry wanted to stop it, but there was nothing he could do.
The Lord Voldemort had given the body of his most cowardly servant. His evil and terrible black magic was ending Wormtail's life. Peter was paying the price for his momentary hesitation. His momentary mercy had caused him to be killed in front of their eyes, in an extremely strange, cruel, and terrible way.
Wormtail's face showed an extremely painful expression. He looked at Harry and wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
His terrified and helpless eyes were deeply imprinted in Harry's heart.
Soon, Peter's body was completely enveloped by the tentacles, sinking into the deep darkness.
"No!" Harry shouted again. "Give me the wand, Ron!"
He had to do something. He had to help Wormtail.
But Ron still did not respond, nor did he return the wand to Harry.
He stood quietly behind Harry, seemingly enjoying the painful death of Peter …
"Give me the wand!" Harry said again and turned around.
He saw that Ron was pointing his wand at him, and a green light flashed past …
Harry fell heavily to the ground, and the room returned to silence.
The black tentacles wrapped around Wormtail's body swayed aimlessly in the air. They quickly sucked away the flesh and blood of Wormtail's dead body, leaving behind a broken, dried corpse.
Then, these terrible "parasites" seemed to be looking for a new target.
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