Chapter 351 Peter Pettigrew who lost his soul
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Rui Chen 3499
A group from the Ministry of Magic left Hogwarts Castle, and Fudge and Umbridge quickened their pace, trying to keep the distance between them and the Aurors as far as possible.
Fudge was puzzled and asked: "Dolores, what's the matter with you? Why do you want to please Dumbledore and the others? They have already caused me so much harm!"
Umbridge shrugged helplessly, "Minister Fudge! Dumbledore obviously came prepared, even the werewolf professor's problem has been solved."
"According to our original idea, if we want to take advantage of Dumbledore's hiring of the werewolf professor, we will suppress the wrongdoing of Sirius."
"At least we need to find a young wizard who was bitten by a werewolf. There are many risks in this matter, and people with lycanthropy are not so easy to control!"
"Now the hidden danger of werewolves can be solved at once, and we can cooperate with Hogwarts. With Dumbledore's golden sign, it can also dispel some people's concerns."
"For this reason, we only lost some Galleons, and your reputation is preserved, isn't it worth it?"
"Speaking of which, it makes sense!" Fudge scratched the back of his head, and nodded thoughtfully, "It's really uncomfortable to have to rely on Dumbledore again!"
"Minister Fudge, we now have the initiative!" Umbridge added, "I have already made a rough calculation, and we have room for maneuver in purchasing those herbs that complement the wolf's disease..."
Fudge immediately understood what Umbridge wanted to say, and couldn't help rubbing his hands, "Stop talking! It doesn't matter if you're using Hogwarts and that werewolf anyway! As long as you achieve your goal!"
Everyone returned to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic located underground was colder than outdoors.
The "magic air-conditioning system" developed by Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel is already on the market, but the price of purchasing such a system is really not low, and the Ministry of Magic has no plans to configure it yet.
It was not yet the reception time in the afternoon, and there were only a few sporadic staff of the Ministry of Magic walking around.
Taking the magic elevator to the minister's office, Fudge sent away all the other Aurors except Dawlish, who was most involved with him.
Fudge glanced at the clock on the wall, and asked anxiously, "Dolores, when will the dementors come?"
Umbridge replied: "Minister Fudge! It should be almost here. Shall I meet you?"
Fudge waved his hand and said, "No need! Let Dex go to meet him! He is an Auror after all!"
The corners of Dawlish's mouth twitched, and he was even about to correct Fudge.
Umbridge said quickly at this time: "John, please help me to go there. Please pay attention to safety, newborn dementors will be more unruly."
Dawlish snorted, left the office without looking back, and shut the door heavily before leaving.
Fudge frowned, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Aurors are getting more and more rude!"
Umbridge smiled and shook his head, "Minister Fudge! We still have a lot to do! You have to do this later..."
Not long after, with a strange sound, the flame in the fireplace began to tremble and shrink.
The warmth of the entire room disappeared quickly, and frost spread from the door to Fudge's feet.
Umbridge waved his wand, messing up all kinds of decorations around him, and all kinds of documents on the desk were flying in the sky.
After doing all this, she began to cast the patron saint spell, "Expecto Patronum!"
A tiny Patronus cat broke free from the tip of her wand and surrounded her and Fudge.
The frost flower was blocked by the cat patron saint, forming a beautiful ice ring.
But Fudge was not interested in these things at all, and his eyes were fixed on the door.
click...
The doorknob was already covered with frost, and with a harsh sound, a withered and decayed hand reached into the room.
Fudge began to tremble all over, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, with a look of fear and resistance on his face.
There was no fear on Umbridge's face, and there was even a sense of joy, "Minister Fudge, Peter can't stay, he must disappear from this world, so that he can die without telling anyone."
"He's still in a coma, caught by a dementor, given a 'dementor's kiss'...it's not a surprise."
"Yes! He was attacked by a dementor, and it has nothing to do with me!" Fudge's throat twitched, and he nodded heavily.
The moment the dementor's tattered hood poked its head, Fudge kicked forward, and Peter rolled towards the dementor like an empty sherry bottle.
The dementor's movements became extremely swift, as if it was a hungry cat that found a mouse, and hugged Peter who was still rolling.
Fudge called out, quite fittingly, "Damn it! Peter Pettigrew is going to run!"
Umbridge pointed his wand at Peter, muttering a spell: "Rennervate!"
A red light flashed from the tip of the wand, and submerged into Peter's body very vaguely.
"What?" Dawlish ran into the minister's office following the patron saint of the argali, just in time to see Peter who had been hugged by the dementor.
Peter managed to shake off the control of the Stunning Spell, but his mind was still a mess.
He only felt that the surroundings were so cold, especially the position of his cheeks, as if a piece of ice had fallen on his face.
When he tried to open his eyes, a black hole like a rotten chrysanthemum appeared in front of him.
Survival instinct kept him fully awake, and he tried to stretch out his hands to block the black hole in front of him.
There was an unparalleled suction force from the position of the black hole, and Peter felt himself becoming light and light, and he was quickly getting rid of the body called "flesh".
"No! No! I don't want to! Hum ... Hum, ah ah ah ..." He only had time to scream, and he couldn't resist this suction.
The patron saint of the argali had already crashed into the dementor, but it was too late, a gleam of light flew out of Peter's mouth, and flew directly into the mouthpiece-like cavity of the dementor.
"Merlin's white stockings! It's too cruel! It's too cruel!" Dawlish was almost stunned. This was the first time he saw a dementor using "Dementor's Kiss".
The Cat Patronus also rushed towards the Dementor at this moment, and the two Patronuses attacked together. The Dementor, who was still full of energy, instantly languished and shrank a lot in an instant.
Umbridge yelled, "John! You came just in time! Peter just woke up! Almost ran away!"
"Huh?" Dawlish was still a little confused, "He..."
Umbridge continued: "There is no doubt about his crimes, it can only be said that he is cheap! He was not allowed to really stand trial, and he was not given the 'Dementor's Kiss' after being stripped of the Order of Merlin! "
Fudge was puzzled and asked: "Dolores, what's the matter with you? Why do you want to please Dumbledore and the others? They have already caused me so much harm!"
Umbridge shrugged helplessly, "Minister Fudge! Dumbledore obviously came prepared, even the werewolf professor's problem has been solved."
"According to our original idea, if we want to take advantage of Dumbledore's hiring of the werewolf professor, we will suppress the wrongdoing of Sirius."
"At least we need to find a young wizard who was bitten by a werewolf. There are many risks in this matter, and people with lycanthropy are not so easy to control!"
"Now the hidden danger of werewolves can be solved at once, and we can cooperate with Hogwarts. With Dumbledore's golden sign, it can also dispel some people's concerns."
"For this reason, we only lost some Galleons, and your reputation is preserved, isn't it worth it?"
"Speaking of which, it makes sense!" Fudge scratched the back of his head, and nodded thoughtfully, "It's really uncomfortable to have to rely on Dumbledore again!"
"Minister Fudge, we now have the initiative!" Umbridge added, "I have already made a rough calculation, and we have room for maneuver in purchasing those herbs that complement the wolf's disease..."
Fudge immediately understood what Umbridge wanted to say, and couldn't help rubbing his hands, "Stop talking! It doesn't matter if you're using Hogwarts and that werewolf anyway! As long as you achieve your goal!"
Everyone returned to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic located underground was colder than outdoors.
The "magic air-conditioning system" developed by Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel is already on the market, but the price of purchasing such a system is really not low, and the Ministry of Magic has no plans to configure it yet.
It was not yet the reception time in the afternoon, and there were only a few sporadic staff of the Ministry of Magic walking around.
Taking the magic elevator to the minister's office, Fudge sent away all the other Aurors except Dawlish, who was most involved with him.
Fudge glanced at the clock on the wall, and asked anxiously, "Dolores, when will the dementors come?"
Umbridge replied: "Minister Fudge! It should be almost here. Shall I meet you?"
Fudge waved his hand and said, "No need! Let Dex go to meet him! He is an Auror after all!"
The corners of Dawlish's mouth twitched, and he was even about to correct Fudge.
Umbridge said quickly at this time: "John, please help me to go there. Please pay attention to safety, newborn dementors will be more unruly."
Dawlish snorted, left the office without looking back, and shut the door heavily before leaving.
Fudge frowned, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Aurors are getting more and more rude!"
Umbridge smiled and shook his head, "Minister Fudge! We still have a lot to do! You have to do this later..."
Not long after, with a strange sound, the flame in the fireplace began to tremble and shrink.
The warmth of the entire room disappeared quickly, and frost spread from the door to Fudge's feet.
Umbridge waved his wand, messing up all kinds of decorations around him, and all kinds of documents on the desk were flying in the sky.
After doing all this, she began to cast the patron saint spell, "Expecto Patronum!"
A tiny Patronus cat broke free from the tip of her wand and surrounded her and Fudge.
The frost flower was blocked by the cat patron saint, forming a beautiful ice ring.
But Fudge was not interested in these things at all, and his eyes were fixed on the door.
click...
The doorknob was already covered with frost, and with a harsh sound, a withered and decayed hand reached into the room.
Fudge began to tremble all over, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, with a look of fear and resistance on his face.
There was no fear on Umbridge's face, and there was even a sense of joy, "Minister Fudge, Peter can't stay, he must disappear from this world, so that he can die without telling anyone."
"He's still in a coma, caught by a dementor, given a 'dementor's kiss'...it's not a surprise."
"Yes! He was attacked by a dementor, and it has nothing to do with me!" Fudge's throat twitched, and he nodded heavily.
The moment the dementor's tattered hood poked its head, Fudge kicked forward, and Peter rolled towards the dementor like an empty sherry bottle.
The dementor's movements became extremely swift, as if it was a hungry cat that found a mouse, and hugged Peter who was still rolling.
Fudge called out, quite fittingly, "Damn it! Peter Pettigrew is going to run!"
Umbridge pointed his wand at Peter, muttering a spell: "Rennervate!"
A red light flashed from the tip of the wand, and submerged into Peter's body very vaguely.
"What?" Dawlish ran into the minister's office following the patron saint of the argali, just in time to see Peter who had been hugged by the dementor.
Peter managed to shake off the control of the Stunning Spell, but his mind was still a mess.
He only felt that the surroundings were so cold, especially the position of his cheeks, as if a piece of ice had fallen on his face.
When he tried to open his eyes, a black hole like a rotten chrysanthemum appeared in front of him.
Survival instinct kept him fully awake, and he tried to stretch out his hands to block the black hole in front of him.
There was an unparalleled suction force from the position of the black hole, and Peter felt himself becoming light and light, and he was quickly getting rid of the body called "flesh".
"No! No! I don't want to! Hum ... Hum, ah ah ah ..." He only had time to scream, and he couldn't resist this suction.
The patron saint of the argali had already crashed into the dementor, but it was too late, a gleam of light flew out of Peter's mouth, and flew directly into the mouthpiece-like cavity of the dementor.
"Merlin's white stockings! It's too cruel! It's too cruel!" Dawlish was almost stunned. This was the first time he saw a dementor using "Dementor's Kiss".
The Cat Patronus also rushed towards the Dementor at this moment, and the two Patronuses attacked together. The Dementor, who was still full of energy, instantly languished and shrank a lot in an instant.
Umbridge yelled, "John! You came just in time! Peter just woke up! Almost ran away!"
"Huh?" Dawlish was still a little confused, "He..."
Umbridge continued: "There is no doubt about his crimes, it can only be said that he is cheap! He was not allowed to really stand trial, and he was not given the 'Dementor's Kiss' after being stripped of the Order of Merlin! "
