Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 476: These Days, Who Isn't a Drama Queen - Novel Cool

Chapter 476: These Days, Who Isn't a Drama Queen

Chapter 476: These Days, Who Isn't a Drama Queen

For the scene that resembled hell, Mrs. Pettigrew was already used to it. However, thinking about her child being locked up here for seven days made her heart ache once again.

"You'd better hurry up, I only give you ten minutes!" The Auror opened the cell door and said impatiently to Mrs. Pettigrew.

Although he had been paid, no normal person would want to stay in such a place for too long; it would surely drive one insane, making them mad and foolish.

Thinking of this, the Auror looked at Peter Pettigrew in the cell with a pitying gaze.

At that moment, Peter Pettigrew was huddled up, trembling uncontrollably, mumbling some incomprehensible words. Even when his mother, Mrs. Pettigrew, entered, he showed no reaction.

The Auror knew exactly what had happened. This poor man had his memory erased by a Memory Charm and had been severely tormented by the Dementors. Now, he probably remembered nothing.

Death might be a form of release.

The Auror silently sighed in his heart.

However, sympathy aside, he stood there, keeping an eye on the two to prevent any tricks.

Mrs. Pettigrew could no longer hold back. She collapsed onto Peter Pettigrew, sobbing softly, talking about everyday matters, perhaps hoping to awaken his memory, but Peter Pettigrew just looked bewildered.

"Alright, time's almost up, Mrs., we should go!" After ten minutes, the Auror hardened his heart and interrupted the mother and son's reunion.

"Sir, please give us a little more time, I beg you!" Mrs. Pettigrew sobbed.

The Auror shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but Peter Pettigrew's execution time had arrived!

Sure enough, after this delay, two more Aurors came over. They looked somewhat helpless at the situation.

After a brief conversation among the three Aurors, they forcibly pulled Mrs. Pettigrew away, and two of them dragged Peter Pettigrew away.

If it were a regular criminal, the Aurors wouldn't need to get involved; the Dementors could handle the entire process.

But Peter Pettigrew was different. He was a rare criminal capable of using the Animagus transformation, which posed a certain risk for the Dementors to manage. Therefore, the entire process needed to be supervised by the Aurors to ensure he died from the Dementor's Kiss!

Not to mention, the Magic Cuffs on Peter Pettigrew's wrists were quite valuable, capable of blocking magical energy, and needed to be recovered!

Seeing Peter Pettigrew being dragged away, Mrs. Pettigrew collapsed on the ground, wailing in despair.

The Auror shook his head and sighed, feeling soft-hearted, he consoled her softly. Once Mrs. Pettigrew's emotions had calmed down a bit, he spoke up.

"Mrs., we should go!"

Mrs. Pettigrew wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded shakily.

The Auror sighed and turned around, preparing to lead the way.

However, just as he turned, Mrs. Pettigrew's eyes suddenly became sharp. She swung her cane and said viciously!

"Stupefy!"

The low, hoarse voice echoed in the corridor outside the cell.

The Auror reacted as soon as he heard the voice, but Mrs. Pettigrew's previous disguise had made him let his guard down, and he hadn't anticipated an attack. As a result, he was just about to draw his wand when he was hit by the beam, crashing into the wall and instantly losing consciousness.

In his right hand, he still wore a protective glove, but it only worked if he looked directly into the other person's eyes.

Having taken down this Auror, Mrs. Pettigrew took a vial of potion from her pocket, then pulled out a strand of the Auror's hair and placed it in the vial. After waiting for the potion to change color, she drank it in one gulp!

The next moment, the effects of the Polyjuice Potion began to take hold, and Mrs. Pettigrew's face started to contort. Her body slowly stretched and transformed.

Once the transformation stabilized, Mrs. Pettigrew immediately felt the vitality and strength of her new, young body!

Even her blurry vision became clear.

Considering the limited time, Mrs. Pettigrew quickly adapted to her new body and swiftly stripped off the Auror's robes. She then threw the unconscious Auror back into the empty cell and hurriedly made her way to the execution site!

From what she had learned, her child's execution was scheduled for noon, which meant she had at most ten minutes left!

Since the interior of Azkaban was guarded only by Dementors, Mrs. Pettigrew had a clear path.

These creatures couldn't see through the disguise of the Polyjuice Potion, and the Aurors were stationed on the lookout towers on the island, rarely venturing into this Dementor-infested area unless there was an emergency.

This made Mrs. Pettigrew's mission much easier, and she successfully arrived at the execution site before noon.

The execution was to take place in an open, flat area. Peter Pettigrew was being held by two Aurors in the center of the field, while the sky above the island was dark and filled with countless Dementors eagerly wandering through the clouds, waiting to enjoy their feast.

To wizards, the act of consuming souls was extremely evil, so only a few prisoners in Azkaban were ever executed. The Dementors often went years without such an opportunity, and they were all becoming restless.

Each one was vying for the chance to perform the soul-sucking.

However, without orders, they dared not act and could only stay at a distance.

The two Aurors standing below muttered complaints. Although the Dementors didn't dare to drain their emotions, just being in this place made them feel cold and uneasy.

While complaining, the two Aurors noticed Mrs. Pettigrew approaching.

"Jack, why are you here too?" one of the tall, thin Aurors frowned and asked curiously.

"Isn't it that damned old hag? She insisted I bring a pair of her used socks to the prisoner, saying it would help him live better in the afterlife", Mrs. Pettigrew quickly fabricated a reason.

"What kind of nonsense is this? I've never heard of such a thing", the tall, thin Auror shook his head in disbelief, then looked at Mrs. Pettigrew suspiciously and continued.

"To be honest, how much did you get paid for this?"

"What do you think that old hag could offer? Even if she squeezed every last bit out, it's just a few dozen Galleons!" Mrs. Pettigrew acted disdainful.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're really ruthless!" the other Auror looked at his colleague as if he were a scoundrel.

The tall, thin Auror grew suspicious. Although Jack was known for his greed, he wasn't usually this ruthless, especially to a old witch about to lose her child.

"Two Galleons each. Give me a break and help me with this disgusting task, will you? The old hag said it has to be on him!"

Mrs. Pettigrew took out the stinky sock, looking disgusted, and asked.

Chapter end

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