The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 384 Soul Weapon Potion

Peter Pettigrew was stunned.

The scene before my eyes was utterly outrageous.

First, the Purifiers he had secretly contacted had all turned into werewolves. Keep in mind, this was not a full moon night, and these people did not have a trace of the bloodlust and madness that werewolves should have.

Could it be that the Purifiers have successfully developed wolfsbane?

is it possible?

Wizards have studied this for thousands of years and have suffered greatly from it!

Is Muggle technology really that outrageous?

"idiot!"

A voice echoed in his mind; it was none other than Voldemort.

No one knew that Voldemort, who seemed to be comfortably teaching at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was at that moment instructing students who were trying to ask him questions with a loving expression, while secretly directing the Death Eaters through the Dark Mark.

Lord Dark Lord immediately saw through the bizarre scene before him. "Severus's werewolf experience potion! Some Muggles can actually be infected with wolfsbane? How strange."

That's what they say.

Peter Pettigrew, who is extremely adept at interpreting and sensing the hidden emotions in other people's words, immediately noticed the Dark Lord's well-hidden surprise.

He didn't know whether the Dark Lord was surprised by the Muggles' terrifying firearms or by the power displayed by the three little guys in front of him.

The Muggle firearm before him was clearly beyond Peter Pettigrew's previous understanding of Muggle firearms. What does 6000 rounds per minute mean? Visually, all one could see was a torrent of metal.

The powerful torrent was enough to easily tear everything in front of it apart.

Peter Pettigrew asked himself honestly, in a situation where he was suddenly attacked without any warning, he probably would only die and be torn to pieces in an instant.

But his young master, Ron Weasley, who had been with him for many years and was used to thinking of him as a stupid kid, easily withstood the magical attack.

It wasn't the exaggerated Felix Felicis spell that summoned a giant, spiritual Hakimi cat, nor was it the Serpent Summoning spell that made Ron the Giant when he experienced the werewolf potion; it was the most basic Transfiguration spell.

Peter Pettigrew experienced Ron's Transfiguration firsthand, and it was absolutely awful.

In class, Ron transformed Peter Pettigrew's transformed mouse into a cup, but it still retained its mouse tail, which made him the target of ridicule from his classmates.

Now, the terrifying torrent of metal that could tear everything apart was reduced to petals scattered in all directions before Ron's raised wand.

It even carries a very unique atmosphere of peace, gentleness and sunshine.

"So, Muggle firearms can be countered with Transfiguration?"

Peter Pettigrew was deeply shocked by this indescribable statement. Even though it was a really stupid statement, not even Voldemort, the Dark Lord, refuted this exclamation.

Because it looks really exaggerated.

As for the other two young wizards, Hermione Granger's bird was already known to everyone, and the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters even held a meeting specifically about it, filled with a sense of oppression and powerlessness.

Voldemort could be dealt with easily, of course.

But none of these Death Eaters under her command would be able to handle Hermione if they encountered her.

"What use are you?!" — Peter Pettigrew always remembered the Dark Lord's furious roar at the meeting.

This elegant Dark Lord rarely loses his composure like this.

Finally, there's Harry Potter.

His spells don't seem exaggerated at all, yet they possess a magical intensity that even the most powerful wizards cannot handle—a terrifying intensity.

Especially this disarming spell in front of me.

"It's time. Drink the potion I've prepared for you!" the Dark Lord commanded.

Peter Pettigrew hesitated slightly, but decided to trust the Dark Lord's judgment. He quickly pulled a potion bottle from a hidden pouch deep inside his wizard's robe pocket, which was enchanted with a tamper spell, and poured it in.

He only has this one bottle.

It was a trump card prepared for him by the Dark Lord to save his life. He originally thought he could keep it for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be used so quickly.

Clearly, the Dark Lord's judgment was correct.

As Harry's Disarming Charm sent the werewolves rushing in his way, weapons and all, flying, another Disarming Charm was cast, instantly striking the werewolf leader who was holding a Gatling gun and firing.

In an instant, the Gatling gun, emitting bursts of bullets, flew out of his hand and continued to fling bullets wildly toward the parabolic trajectory.

bang~

Peter Pettigrew felt a chill in his abdomen, and before he could look down, he collapsed to the ground, a terrible tearing pain instantly engulfing his entire brain.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh~~~"

He let out a mournful howl, only then realizing that his left waist and hip bones had been completely shattered, and blood was gushing out like a floodgate had been opened.

He gripped his wand tightly and cast spells rapidly to stop the spread of death, only to find that the healing spells he had practiced and mastered since his student days were not proving very effective at this moment.

"Help me!"

"Help me~~~"

He screamed angrily, only to find that the surroundings had instantly gone from noisy to quiet. He struggled to look up and saw that all the purge werewolves had been dealt with by the full-body binding spell contained in Hermione's bird, and three little wizards were walking quickly toward him.

"Save you?"

Harry gripped his wand tightly, pointing it at him angrily. "If you had even once asked your trusted friends for help during your most dangerous time, when the Dark Lord came after you, if you had even once asked Dumbledore, who was powerful enough to protect you, none of this would have happened!"

He was clearly talking to a brick wall.

Peter Pettigrew's head was spinning; he couldn't hear what Harry was saying at all, and all he could feel was a buzzing sound.

"Harry!"

Hermione called out from the side, then looked at Ron, who was also holding a wand, and asked her two best friends nervously, "Are we... really going to kill him?"

"War has begun! War has never ceased!" Harry's tone was extremely firm. "This is not killing, this is the destruction of evil!"

Hermione was about to say something when suddenly she heard a lot of footsteps behind her. She quickly waved her wand, and a flock of birds that had been quietly lying in wait in the corner rushed towards the gap that had just been opened by the Gatling gun.

"Oh~"

"Merlin's colorful nose hairs!"

Screams came from outside.

"Bird Curse? Hermione, is that you?" A familiar voice rang out, and it was none other than Nymphadora Tonks, the female Auror who often appeared at the Duel Club.

Hermione quickly waved her wand to scare away the birds, and then quietly used some Transfiguration to turn the other birds hiding in the corners into the shape of the surrounding pebbles.

Soon, a group of Aurors rushed in.

"It really is you guys!" Tonks exclaimed in surprise.

"Those damned Purgers!" An Auror quickly surveyed his surroundings and soon spotted the petrified Purge werewolves. "They really are buying up werewolf experience potions in bulk through some channels!"

Hermione quietly tugged at the sleeves of her two impulsive companions, telling them not to look like they were about to kill someone.

"Oh, children, I can't believe I'll see you here." Several Aurors from the Order of the Phoenix quickly approached, making the three little ones breathe a sigh of relief. They were Neville's parents and Kingsley.

Kingsley, his face tense, looked down at Peter Pettigrew's miserable state and waved his wand to cast a healing spell.

Harry was furious. He couldn't understand why the members of the Order of the Phoenix would treat Peter Pettigrew. Had they forgotten the sins of this traitor in the past?

Even from the perspective of an Auror, Peter Pettigrew, this villain, is an escaped convict from Azkaban and is not worth saving at all!

"We saw him doing something bad!" Harry shouted. "The Dark Lord must have sent him to find these Purifiers!"

This is not malicious speculation; it is the truth that Harry witnessed firsthand from Voldemort.

If it weren't for the tactical training he received from the Duel Club over the years, which taught him to conceal his current ability, he would have directly pulled out the Memory Silver Thread to prove everything.

"Yes!" Ron chimed in, "It must be the Death Eaters supplying these potions to the Purifiers!"

Hermione also had her doubts. Listening to the discussion among the other Aurors, she had some of her own thoughts: "These potions might not have been made by Professor Snape, but rather copied by the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Everyone knows they have the ability and resources to do this."

Tonks and the others seemed to be deep in thought.

However, before the others could say anything, Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

puff~

They were really criticized.

"Ha!" Peter Pettigrew shouted with his last breath, "You all saw it, didn't you! You saw it!"

"Even if we Death Eaters were willing to reform and do everything in our power for the wizarding community, even if I were willing to cooperate with the Aurors and risk my life as bait!"

His voice was as terrifying as a broken bellows; everyone could sense the pain behind every word he uttered.

It can be said that every word was written in blood.

"They're trying to drive us to the brink!"

"They've always wanted to force us to become bad people so they could kill us without any guilt!"

Goodness!

Harry and his two companions were stunned!

How can a person be so shameless!

These people were clearly still up to their old tricks and trying to cause more trouble. Harry had personally witnessed how Voldemort ordered Peter Pettigrew to come here and do bad things.

He wanted to open his mouth to refute, but Hermione pulled him back.

Hermione shook her head at him warily, but didn't explain why she was stopping him.

Yes, Hermione realized that the three of them had definitely been tricked by Peter Pettigrew, and their righteous actions had been misinterpreted and even used as a tool to whitewash their actions.

But this is definitely not the most important issue at present.

Instead, Peter Pettigrew seemed to have already suspected that the three of them would be here, and that's why he was used as bait?

Could we infer that Voldemort had begun to suspect Harry of doing something to him?

This is their trump card for defeating Voldemort in the future; they absolutely cannot let Voldemort figure out the specifics.

Don't assume that magical masters are omniscient. Dumbledore was powerless for decades to break Voldemort's curse on the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship.

Voldemort might not be able to guess how they monitored each other.

Harry chose to trust Hermione's judgment, even though he didn't know why she was stopping him, and could only glare angrily at Peter Pettigrew.

Fortunately, the other party is about to die.

He died a horrible death.

But at that moment, Little Star suddenly convulsed with extraordinary force, tearing open the wound on his waist and abdomen, causing his entire upper body to twist and break.

Peter Pettigrew howled in pain, bracing himself on the ground with both hands, and suddenly opened his mouth wide as if he were about to vomit.

A dark shadow darted out of his mouth.

It was a black rat.

Kingsley, the Longbottoms, and Tonks immediately stepped in front of the three children, even though they might not be as strong as the three of them, they instinctively wanted to protect the children.

Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed the Order of the Phoenix and became a Death Eater, approached the Aurors, offering to provide intelligence and act as bait, saying he wanted to atone for his sins.

The Auror Department, which was already overwhelmed by the Purge, could not refuse such an action, but it also remained highly vigilant towards this guy.

Even as an Auror, Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office, had warned them during the Triwizard Tournament that the prophecy of the Saviour defeating the Dark Lord was still in effect, and that the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters would keep their eyes on Harry Potter, looking for any opportunity.

This is clearly the opportunity right in front of us.

The killings, carried out in the name of misunderstanding, resentment, and anger, will never implicate Voldemort, the Dark Lord, in the death of the Savior.

The Death Eaters were clearly on the right track to first set their sights on Harry Potter, the little boy.

But everyone was soon stunned by what they saw.

The mice that popped out of Peter Pettigrew's mouth weren't just one, but a whole bunch.

A huge group!

They were so numerous and densely packed that they were impossible to count.

It was as if his mouth had become the exit of a rat's nest, and the rats surged outwards like a tidal wave along the ground in all directions.

And it continues to pour out.

"Merlin's ripped underwear!" an Auror exclaimed, kicking away a rat that was trying to climb up his pant leg. "What kind of magic is this? And it doesn't seem to be stopping!"

Yes, I can't stop vomiting.

People had to use magic to drive away the rats in order to prevent them from being overwhelmed by these disgusting creatures.

Among the crowd, Ron looked at the scene with a strange expression. It looked so familiar. He turned to his two friends and said, "This looks a bit like the scene from the Slug Spell."

Kingsley reacted swiftly, quickly waving his wand and casting a counterspell on Peter Pettigrew's corpse—the Slug Curse.

In an instant, the mouse that Peter Pettigrew spat out stopped.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Peter Pettigrew's corpse suddenly exploded, and the black blood and flesh on the ground really turned into a puddle of soil at the edge of a rat hole, with even more rats surging out in a tide.

"Damn it!" Kingsley muttered. "What kind of magic is this?"

"A simple copying spell, and a wizard's simple transmutation spell to transform into an animal."

A smiling voice rang out beside them, drawing everyone's attention.

"Gidero Lockhart!"

"Ah~~, it's Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"Lord Lockhart!"

Everyone gasped in surprise, realizing that Lockhart and the two witches had appeared there at some unknown time.

Lockhart smiled and nodded at them, explaining, "Of course, it uses some principles of Horcrux magic."

"Hordeals?" Frank Longbottom asked with extreme caution. As a long-time member of the Order of the Phoenix, he knew all too well how dangerous it was to involve Voldemort.

"Yes, Horcruxes, they are truly wondrous." Lockhart clicked his tongue as he watched the rats scurrying about. "They separate the body and soul, allowing a large number of cloned bodies to roam freely, until the soul, in a wandering state, finds the most suitable body to recombine and form life."

He waved his hand, and the wall in front of him suddenly tore open, causing the rats that had been spreading throughout the room to pour out rapidly along the tear.

"I suspect this swarming of rats will continue until one of them finds a place where Peter Pettigrew instinctively feels safe."

Sure enough, as the rats rushed out in large numbers and squeezed into various crevices and corners, at a certain moment, the scene of rats emerging from the fragments of Peter Pettigrew's body completely stopped.

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Lockhart exclaimed, "How amazing!"

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