Chapter 311 Furious Fudge

The ground beneath his feet was instantly pulled away, and the surrounding scenery became blurred. Peter only felt dizzy, as if his whole body was falling rapidly in the strong wind.

A moment later, he and his mother fell heavily to the ground in an unfamiliar forest. The towering trees around them blocked out the sun, and the sunlight could hardly penetrate the dense woodland.

Peter immediately got up from the ground, his eyes fixed on the deep scar on his mother's chest.

Fear and despair suddenly hit him, causing his entire body to tremble.

"No, no, Mom, I will heal you..." He muttered, his voice trembling, almost on the verge of collapse.

He picked up his mother's crutches and waved them desperately, chanting various healing spells over and over again, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

Peter's movements became more and more urgent, his breathing became rapid, sweat flowed down his forehead, mixing with tears, and every shout of his was full of desperation.

"Quick... Peter, my child... listen to me."

Peter's mother ignored the injuries on her body, grabbed one of Peter's hands and spoke weakly.

"It's not the time to relax yet. Those Aurors may come after us at any time. Don't worry about me. Run away."

"No, mother," Peter cried tremblingly, "I will definitely cure you and take you with me."

"Leave me alone... I'm dying, you can't save me, go, quickly! Don't waste the opportunity I created for you."

Peter's mother shook her head weakly. She was very aware of how badly she was injured and could feel her vitality being drained away.

"Leave the wizarding world, leave Britain, and go to a place where no one can find you."

"Don't think about helping me get revenge, Peter, you have to live, even if you have to live like a mouse..."

Peter's mother's voice became weaker and weaker, her breath gradually dissipated, and finally her head tilted, and she completely lost her life.

Looking at his mother's motionless body, Peter completely collapsed.

The huge grief overwhelmed him in an instant, tears poured down like a flood, and snot mixed with tears flowed freely.

He fell beside his mother, wailing loudly, and every cry was filled with heart-wrenching pain.

Thinking of his mother's instructions, Peter stood up, suppressing his grief, used a spell to dig a big hole in the ground, and buried his mother completely.

Looking at his mother's simple grave, endless hatred surged from his heart, towards Sirius, towards the Ministry of Magic, and towards the entire wizarding world.

He wants revenge, he wants severe revenge on the wizarding world.

Peter took a nostalgic look at his mother's grave, picked up his mother's walking stick and the protective badge, used Apparition to go to the suburbs of London, then transformed himself into a rat and crawled into the sewer.

About ten minutes later, a ball of fire appeared out of nowhere in the forest and exploded violently. Accompanied by the loud cry of the phoenix, Dumbledore's figure walked out of the fire.

"It seems that we are still a step too late." Dumbledore carefully checked the surroundings with his wand and quickly figured out what was happening here.

Peter Pettigrew escaped completely, and his mother died in this place.

Originally, he was planning to see Peter, this poor student, off for the last time today.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the Ministry of Magic, he was approached by the pale-faced Fudge, who asked him to help find the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew.

He came to Azkaban through the Ministry of Magic and locked the specific location of the other party's portkey in Peter Pettigrew's cell.

But when he arrived, it was too late.

Dumbledore looked at the simple grave of Peter's mother, shook his head slightly, and then followed the trail of Peter's Apparition to the suburbs of London.

Looking at the sewer where Peter finally disappeared, Dumbledore sighed softly, called Fawkes over, and returned to Azkaban with its help.

In Peter's cell, Fudge is having a tantrum.

"Can anyone tell me what happened and why Peter Pettigrew was able to escape from prison?"

Fudge was almost going crazy. Peter's execution was going to be broadcast live today to deter those lawless elements in the wizarding world.

The reporters have all gathered at the Ministry of Magic, waiting for the time to come to Azkaban for the live broadcast.

Such a big mistake happened at such a critical moment. Doesn't this declare to the world that the Ministry of Magic is incompetent?

"Are you all pigs? You couldn't even take down an old witch who was in her sixties or seventies. Not only did she injure three people, but you even let her take Peter Pettigrew away."

"How did she get her wand in, and how did she hide her Portkey? Why wasn't it checked?"

Just as Fudge was cursing loudly, Dumbledore appeared in the cell again.

"Dumbledore, how is it, have you caught Peter Pettigrew?" Fudge's face was full of hope. He just hoped that Dumbledore could bring good news.

"I'm sorry, Cornelius," Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Peter has escaped and is probably hiding in the sewers of London. As for his mother, she has died from her injuries."

Fudge felt dizzy when he heard the news.

Unlike Sirius Black's prison escape, this mother and son played a trick on the Ministry of Magic, then violently resisted arrest and escaped from the heavily guarded Azkaban in broad daylight.

It's over. The reputation of the Ministry of Magic has been completely rubbed to the ground by this mother and son.

Not just the Ministry of Magic, but more importantly myself.

I have been enduring the infamy for more than half a month, and thanks to the media's manipulation, people have just started to praise me.

After such an incident, people will feel that they are incompetent again.

Thinking of this, Fudge could no longer suppress his anger: "Dumbledore, how could you not catch Peter? You are the most powerful wizard in the world!"

"Well, take all the Aurors over there and have them double-check the last place Peter Pettigrew was seen."

"I just don't believe it. There's not even a trace of it!"

At this moment, an Auror rushed over and said, "Minister, the reporters are making a lot of noise. The execution time is about to come. They have to come to Azkaban in advance to adjust the live broadcast equipment."

It’s already like this, why are you still broadcasting live?

Are we going to let the entire wizarding world watch Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison?

Fudge, who was already in a bad mood, vented his anger again on the Auror in front of him, and the verbal abuse lasted for a long time before stopping.

After venting his emotions, Fudge got a complete headache.

He first asked Dumbledore to bring all the Aurors to check for Peter's whereabouts, but he knew in his heart that it was a fantasy to find a rat in the London sewers.

Then he prepared to go back and face those troublesome reporters.

Fudge really wanted to tell the reporters that Peter and his mother tried to escape from prison and were shot dead by the Aurors, so today's live broadcast was cancelled.

But thinking of the consequences of his lie being exposed, he shook his head and gave up this ridiculous idea.

Hey......

How come I, the Minister of Magic, am so unlucky...

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Just as Fudge was answering questions from reporters, Sebastian came to the Ministry of Magic with a young man.