manynovel 0214 Lockhart who descended from the spirit
0214 Lockhart who descended from the spirit
Hearing Sylvie's true feelings, which was not a performance, Peter felt as if his chest and abdomen were connected to an abyss, causing his heart to fall infinitely downward.
Fortunately, the next sentence after that brought him back to heaven again.
"Forget it, you'll be more obedient than that brat. Find enough blood and food, and I will give you supreme gifts, wealth, strength, lifespan, or any other ambitions."
I don't know whether it was kneeling for too long, the blood accumulated in his brain, or the other party's voice already contained the power of demagoguery, after hearing Sylvie's promise, Peter's soul became confused in the comfort, and for a while Thoughts are in a haze.
"If you dare to neglect the great Hecate, you will only gain endless misfortune and torture."
Peter didn't care about Sylvie's cold words afterwards.
He's not that fool like Aini, who still sticks to the ridiculous bottom line in the face of rare opportunities. As long as the other party can really fulfill his promise to him, Peter will do his best to satisfy him.
"I need two months to digest the essence of flesh and blood that I just devoured to obtain the authority of this world. You must prepare a sacrifice before I wake up. Also, I like fresh flesh and blood, don't fool me with dead things Great Hecate."
Hearing that Peter's body froze, today is May 5th, and the students will be on vacation two months later, so he can't get in without a suitable identity.
Originally, he wanted to keep hiding beside the red-haired boy. Anyway, the Forbidden Forest is extremely rich in products, so he just sacrificed it to Hecate after hunting.
But now he has only two choices, either find a way to regain his identity, or leave Ron before the students leave and sneak into the Forbidden Forest to wait for Hecate to wake up.
A mouse that has lived for more than ten years will not be too unacceptable even if it suddenly disappears.
When he left The Burrow eight months ago, it hadn't occurred to him that he might never go back.
A touch of melancholy lingered in his heart, and Peter secretly sighed, did he already regard this place as his home...
I remember that when I first arrived at the Weasleys' house, Percy was just a slug who would cry because he couldn't see his eldest brother at the beginning of Hogwarts, and George and Fred, two unlucky children, were very young, but they were very noisy.
Ron was just a tiny bit bigger, and Ginny wasn't even in her mother's stomach yet.
Now, it's finally time to part.
The warmth of the Weasley family made Peter sigh and nostalgic, but it did not shake his idea of leaving in the slightest.
Perhaps Peter will feel a little sad when he uses them as sacrifices in the future, but as long as Hecate can fulfill his promise, the final outcome will not change, and everyone on the Blue Star will and can only be his promotion partner. of food.
As a gift, I will keep them on the last page of the list of sacrifices.
"what!"
The sudden severe pain interrupted Peter's fantasy. He looked sideways, and fresh blood gushed out, staining the old robe red.
Peter stared at his left arm, where the round and grumbling flesh had disappeared by nearly half, and the wound looked strangely smooth.
"Sure enough, you are really not very tasty. This piece of meat will be regarded as a punishment for you coming empty-handed. If I don't see the corresponding sacrifice after waking up..."
Staring blankly at Sylvie's neck with obvious swallowing movements, even knowing that Hecate is the leader of the evil camp, Peter was secretly surprised by her moody and extremely cruel.
However, the other party still acted as if it should be taken for granted, as if she took a bite of Peter, just like a wolf eating a sheep and a sheep eating grass.
"Ok?"
Sylvie looked at Peter compellingly, and let out a long dissatisfied sound in his nasal cavity.
Peter hurriedly plunged his raised head back into the fallen leaves, not even daring to deal with the wound on his arm.
"Remember your promise, Fanwu."
After saying another word, the black figure disappeared without a sound.
After raising his head to confirm that Hecate had left, Peter quickly treated the wound on his body.
Peter secretly rejoiced that although the wound looked terrifying, it didn't have the curse power that the opponent used to punish Aini.
The deformed Animagus can increase the magic power to infect the body. He has lived in the form of a mouse for a long time. Although his figure has been deformed, his physique is stronger than that of the wizards of the same period.
The wound was still bleeding slightly after the simple treatment, but Peter's physique was no longer a serious problem, and the rest was just left to time.
After checking the bandage again, Peter turned the wizard robe that was missing the left sleeve half a circle, and put his injured left arm into the right sleeve.
I don't know if it was deliberate or a coincidence, although the wound looks a little scary, but it didn't hurt the muscles and bones. If you can bear the pain, you can still move.
It's just that the once loose robe is a little tight now, and in the process of forcing the missing left arm into it, it is inevitable to grin for a while.
"Clear water is like a spring."
After a feeble incantation, Peter stretched his head towards the water that appeared out of nowhere, and let the yellow-brown sewage fall down his cheeks to the ground.
Even without a magic wand, he can still use some relatively skilled low-end spells. Although the power is a bit unsatisfactory, it is enough to wash his face.
The cold water flowed through, and Peter felt refreshed. Today, his spirit was shaken several times, and he suffered some serious injuries. At this time, after the string in his mind was loosened, he felt a little dizzy.
After taking a few sips of cold water, Peter wiped his face, abandoning his human identity again.
He didn't want to leave Ron for the time being, at least until his injury healed, Peter needed a safe and stable environment where someone could feed him.
The rat's right front leg looked a bit sparse, as the intact right sleeve was given to the injured left arm, but that's normal for a teenage rat.
Stretching out his left foreleg, which was a little thinner, but no obvious injury could be seen, Peter gritted his teeth and took two steps, before returning to being a human.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Peter's face again. He planned to walk to the edge of the Forbidden Forest in human form, and then turn into a mouse to wait for Ron in the auditorium.
Climbing stairs is a nightmare for him now, and God knows why the Gryffindor lounge is on the tower.
When a bald man habitually moved in the shadows, beside the tree house quite far away from here, Aini extinguished the flame under the cauldron, and threw a piece of fresh meat into the potion with disgust on his face.
The red, white and white strips of meat disappeared under the slightly greenish liquid surface, and Sylvie patted his chest on the opposite side. Seeing this thing, he always felt like a perverted ogre.
Not long after the flesh and blood were put into the pot, the surface of the liquid that hadn't boiled when it was boiled before suddenly rolled up, and a lot of light yellow bubbles spewed out.
Seeing this, Aini covered his nose and took a step back. This ancient prescription bought by Breath of Nature clearly records that the smell is not very pleasant when it is boiled to the end.
Soon Aini realized the power of "not very good smell". When the first bubble burst, the indescribable stench instantly hit the soul.
In a daze, Aini seemed to see a wizard crawling out of the sewage, showing eight shiny teeth to him.