Chapter 285

Peter thought that the wizard might have discovered this place. The medieval guys had no taboo in the study of magic.

The guy found the only safe area in this area that would not be entered by the ghouls, or some magic to disperse the ghouls. Anyway, where they hid in the first place, they successfully avoided all the ghouls.

They hide there until the day, when all the dark creatures fade away, they dare not come out. Then back to Hogwarts, a few people did not mention it. In Sirius' words, that dark and evil place was always guarded by the Centaur tribe.

"All I have to do is shake the bell..." Peter licked his lips again. He was nervous. You know, there is a distance of more than 60 meters from the dry well.

However, this is not too difficult, but he has always been timid, so he still has a lot of fear in his heart, a pair of hands from the ground is still very frightening for Peter.

However, even if he is afraid, he has to move forward, he wants to live in the sun.

Peter bit his teeth secretly. He seemed to have decided something. His face was a little ferocious. Voldemort told him the way to get in. Of course, it was only the way. After entering, everything was up to him.

He stepped into the black area with one foot.

Then Peter felt the ground under his feet like a boiling crucible. The original solid soil began to vibrate, which was much stronger than the reaction they had in their schooldays. As like as two peas do not know, Voldemort did not deceive him. The situation here is exactly the same as it knows, except for more intense reactions...

However, when he was still a student, Peter was able to cross such a long black area with Sirius and lupin. It was hard for him to resist fiercely.

Peter didn't pause at all. As long as he shook the bell, he could safely enter the ruins Voldemort said from the underground. Where he could be like the original Voldemort, he could obtain the strength far beyond the ordinary wizard.

In Peter's mind, he should at least have the strength to face an Auror

I don't know. Would Voldemort laugh if he knew what he was thinking? Lowliness is embedded in the marrow.

Peter thought, he ran quickly to the dry well, his speed is very fast, you can't imagine Peter so fat body burst out so fast.

The ghouls in the ground just got up, but before they touched other bodies with their rotten claws, Peter had already dodged by twisting left and right. From time to time, Peter released one or two obstacle charms with his bare hands to separate the ghoul from his body, which made Peter's speed slow down.

But on the whole, he's safe, at least none of the dirty ghouls touched his body.

Finally, he was less than a meter away from the bell.

Peter touched the bell, which was not very high, with one leap, but the bell did not make any sound.

It startled Peter. He looked back. Although the wind chime didn't ring, the rotting bodies seemed to hear something terrible.

Originally in the eye socket burning light of the soul flame is like something fierce shock, and then quickly darkened, as if met with some natural enemy in general.

All the ghouls chose to dive into the black earth at the moment of the bell shaking.

Peter nodded with great satisfaction. At this point, he knew that what Voldemort said must be true. It seems that he is only one step away from success, as long as he enters the dry well

Yes, just go into that dry well

Peter repeated, he was like a demon, his eyes constantly wandering between the bell and the well.

He knew that the bell had a very powerful soul suppressing function. Even if he did not harvest anything underground, as long as he got the bell, he would not return empty handed.

Do what you say.

Peter held out his hand. The material of the bell was indistinguishable. Peter just tugged at the bronze bell and fell into his hand.

He could use it to go to Egypt, where is the world of the dead. However, what he had in his hand had a restraining effect on these spirits. He did not understand why Voldemort did not take it away.

Perhaps Voldemort did not understand the magic of the bell. According to the tone Voldemort told him at that time, it seemed to be a key to enter. It seemed that Voldemort did not have the opportunity to return here again.

Anyway, this thing is his now, according to the mouse ceremony, this thing is his, I licked it!

Peter wiped the mottled rust on it with his sleeve, but it didn't help. It was also the mark of the bronze bell brought by years. He needed a lot of effort to clean it. There were lots of magic marks on it. This is a rare treasure. Even if it is reproduced, selling an Egyptian Alchemist is a considerable wealth, you know The alchemists are not the ones who are short of money.Peter laughed twice. In his opinion, Egypt must go there once. Maybe it is good to live directly. He can live a lot. Most importantly, he can stay away from Voldemort and Dumbledore. The pressure from the two magic leaders is too great, just like two sharp knives hanging on his head!

Peter doesn't want to think about these two guys. What he's doing now is stealing one of the private wealth. Maybe Voldemort has forgotten it. Who knows?

Peter took the bell back with satisfaction, and he shook it very hard. The ground, which was still shaking, finally calmed down, and Peter turned his eyes to the wellhead with satisfaction.

He will jump off here in a moment. The rock wall of the wellhead has been eroded at will for a long time. He kicked it with his feet, and a rock with ash fell down the well head.

After about a few seconds, the sound of rock hitting the ground came from the bottom of the well, about a few decades deep dry wells.

This is obviously abnormal for normal wells, which is too deep.

But this is not a high point for a wizard, and Voldemort has gone on, and the air and magic needed to survive are obviously unnecessary issues.

Peter stood by, looking at the dark well head, and he was unconscious of some fear, what if he had not successfully released the floating spell before landing.

He felt that the wellhead was like a passage to another world, and the black one seemed to devour him.

Peter was a little scared, his face pale, and he inserted his hand into his pocket and touched the bell in his pocket, and then he touched his face with his outstretched hand.

For years, Animagus changed his face gray and rough. Suddenly he felt strange to his body. He habitually touched his face, but he didn't touch the beard belonging to animals.

He finally woke up, he squeezed himself hard, and then walked two steps forward.

"I can live with strength as long as I jump down here..." Peter muttered to himself, "I want to Live in the sun, I I am a respected wizard, I don't want to be overwhelmed by those who are not able to measure myself The enemy of the rat is chasing I want to live like a normal person... ""

"I I I'm leaving here... "

Peter shouted He clenched his teeth, even Sirius and others did not stop him. The dead well and nature could not take away his right to freedom.

Peter's eyes closed, like generosity to death, and a man jumped down the dead well.

There was no light in the wellhead. Peter was frightened out of a howl. He clearly felt his falling body, the surrounding stone walls were rubbing from time to time, and his figure was soon swallowed by the darkness.

But fan Lin, hundreds of meters away, is still trying to catch up, and his eyes seem to have magic light in the continuous burst.

He was fast through the forest, and he was following Peter's magic mark

Peter finally stopped, which made van Lin a little excited, he ran faster, but as he leaped over a branch, a familiar voice rang from the depths of his soul.

It was like someone knocking on a drum in his mind, and his heart missed a beat. His body became stiff in a moment, and he fell straight on the black soil.

In this way, the brain is not a long time to go blank, and his breath is restored while consciousness is restored.

His heart jumped very quickly. Even the ferret body, Fanlin could clearly feel the sound of the heart hitting the skin. He breathed a few breaths greatly, and the secret skill originally released was forced to be lifted.

Just as he recovered, his Animagus lost control, and he lay on the ground and quickly recovered his original body.

The cold sweat wet the hair of Fanlin and clothes. His whole man was just like the feeling that magic consumed nothing, but his magic was not affected by any way, and it seemed so abundant under the effect of magic agent.

"Whoo Whoops "Whoop..."

Fan Lin gasped heavily, and it took more than a minute or so to recover his normal breath completely. His heart was still banging. At least he didn't have to worry about the heart breaking his ribs.

"It was What... "

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