Hogwarts Archmage

Godric's Hollow was actually a little cool in October. Marne was sitting on a stone in the ruins of the old Langley Castle, opposite a fat man with a wretched appearance sitting on the ground and talking.

In fact, he didn't really care about the so-called tomb robbing plan of this group of people. One of the most important purposes of his coming here was to meet Pettigrew. For this reason, he also deliberately asked the few people who came with him to hide aside to narrow the target. Dealing with a group of tomb robbers was just a casual matter.

"In other words, Voldemort completely destroyed a small town? How many people did he kill, and where else?"

I already knew about this matter, but time was urgent at the time, so I didn’t ask in detail.

"Yes...yes sir, he wiped out the entire town...but later found that the bones of Muggles could only be used as scraps, so he didn't touch other places..."

Marn shook his head slightly: "I don't think so. I still vividly remember the eighteen thousand skeletons on the Quidditch pitch. You told me that those things can only be used as scraps..."

"No, no... that one just used the desperate emotions of those children... more importantly, the death energy produced by the wizard's bones used for stirring. In fact, as long as you put it in the sun for a while, you will discover the meaning of this thing..."

Pettigrew was a little nervous. He had done many, many things, but the more he did, the more difficult it became for him to escape. And the most important point was that as he got further and further away from Voldemort, he found that no matter where he was, Either side has become a bit useless... This is a very dangerous sign.

As a Death Eater, he knew too much and didn't want to be like that. As a spy, he knew too little...

A useless tool will not end well no matter in whose hands it is, and more importantly...

"Were you involved in the attack, or dealing with the children."

Amidst Pettigrew's anxiety, Ma En still asked this sentence.

He wanted to lie, but he also knew that his heart was actually in Ma En's hands to some extent, and any lie or concealment would be seen through immediately.

"I...Sir, I was coerced, and I didn't want to...but I couldn't help it..."

"Oh~ don't be like this, Peter...calm down, I understand you...play by ear, everyone understands...Are those people your subordinates? Were they also involved in this matter?"

Marn patted him on the shoulder, comforted Pettigrew, and then pointed to a group of people digging graves with shovels in the distance and asked.

Pettigrew's voice trembled slightly: "Yes...yes sir...but we are an action team..."

Marn ignored him and snapped his fingers. The shield surrounding the two people disappeared instantly. Pettigrew's men in the distance had not noticed it yet, but several girls hiding aside came over.

After briefly talking to them about the situation, a ball of light blue fierce fire suddenly appeared in the air, and quickly expanded itself as it swallowed the surrounding vegetation and building ruins. Not long after, a terrifying fire dragon composed of fierce fire emerged from the fire. It flew out and roared into the churchyard here.

"Cremation is beneficial, but..." Marne turned to look at Hermione, "Be sure not to let Harry know that you have done this."

After saying that, he waved his magic wand and repaired the ground. The positions of each tomb and tombstone were restored to their original state, but now they were just pure tombstones, with a ball of ash underneath each, and the coffin was gone.

"Peter, do you want to live?"

Margaery looked at Pettigrew with a smile, and Pettigrew nodded crazily.

"Then look into my eyes."

"No...don't...don't do this! Langley..."

Before he finished speaking, the whole person was staring blankly into Margaery's eyes.

A few minutes later, Margaery casually opened several large holes in him with the magic blade she learned from Snape, and waved her wand to make several people disappear.

Pettigrew suddenly shuddered, woke up, looked around, touched the wounds on his body weakly, wailed and apparated away from here.

"Marn, I remember you left traps in this valley?" Margaery turned around and asked after watching him leave.

"Yeah, but there are just a few dozen people, so there's no need to open..."

The trap was laid by Ma En when he came and left last time, but it was not activated.

"Speaking of which, Margaery, what did you just do?" Ma En asked with some confusion.

"I modified his memory and erased almost all information about you. Now his understanding is that he luckily escaped in Azkaban, and then continued to work with Voldemort, just because he was unwilling to give up. human identity, so not very trusted.”

"Why? I think that was fine before..." Ma En said puzzled.

"Ma En, as long as anyone has evil intentions, no matter how well they hide it over time, they will be exposed. Don't worry, the brain I gave him has preset a mechanism. As long as he sees you or someone who has a close relationship with you, When he encounters something, he will remember his mission. At other times, he is just a pure Death Eater."

This is a good idea. In this way, Margaery can fundamentally eliminate future troubles and at least maintain an intelligence line. Although this line is of no use now, Peter Pettigrew, as an operator, might be able to do it some time. Come in handy.

After the work was done, Esther, who had done nothing, looked at Hermione somewhat idlely and said, "I didn't know you had such a bad temper before..."

Hermione shook her head: "To be honest, I didn't know I would be like this before... I don't know how many people there are in that city, but just thinking about those children, I know that the number must not be too small."

Just now, Marne leaked the information and revealed the number of people. The first time she heard the number, Hermione felt that her emotions were about to collapse, and then she directly dealt with those minions to vent her emotions.

Wizards are different from Muggles. If you don't release the emotions in your heart, especially negative emotions of this level, big problems will occur over time.

After finishing speaking, Hermione looked at the other two girls and said, "I really don't understand why you are so calm..."

"What is there to understand about this? Our understanding of Voldemort's moral level is already at the lower limit. We know that nothing he does is surprising, so although he is angry, it is not incomprehensible and his spirit is not on the verge of collapse. .”

Hermione looked at Margaery, a little embarrassed: "You can see..."

Margery nodded lightly: "I am always surprisingly sensitive to other people's mental states. Even if I don't read their minds, I can still sense your violent mental fluctuations. To be honest, if you didn't choose to vent just now but held it back, I would Step in and make you forget about this.”

"Never do that, Margaery."