Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

After Peter said this, he felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of Destiny's neck and lifting him up from the ground.

"Squeak!" Mouse Peter screamed. He struggled desperately, but he did not dare to reveal his true body.

Albert exited the state of the Disillusionment Curse, showed his body, and looked at the mouse in his hand with a playful expression, and Sander also fell to the ground.

"What? Sander, you want to eat this mouse? No, no, no, how can this be possible?" Albert shook his head quickly, making Sander flap his wings in anger.

"You slandered me again!" But its "evil" behavior seemed to Peter to mean that it wanted to eat him.

Peter Pettigrew's pea-sized eyes widened. He knew that Albert knew what his mouse form looked like, and there was no need to disguise himself. He could just change back to his human form.

"Albert, my dear boy, I have known for a long time that you are a kind boy. You will definitely let me go, right?"

What responded to him was a wand. Albert poked the Thunderbird wand into Peter's neck, as if to embed it into his flesh.

"Didn't you say before that I've been smart since I was a child? Do you think I'm stupid?" Albert asked.

Peter Pettigrew was silent and closed his eyes in despair. He knew that Albert was definitely not stupid. On the contrary, Albert was very smart. In this situation, Pettigrew was completely exposed and was a complete evil person.

If he can be caught, sent to the Ministry of Magic, and Peter sent to Azkaban, then Albert will be a hero against black magic, a wizard who finds the truth, and step on him - a first-class Order of Merlin If the winner reaches the top, then at least he will get a second-level Merlin Medal, as well as some other rewards...

"Any other person with a clear mind would know how to make a choice, Peter." Albert said softly, the wand in his hand weakening a little.

Peter trembled and opened his eyes. He could feel that Albert seemed to have something to say. Could things be turning around?

He hugged Albert's thigh, cried out in mourning, and kept kissing the edge of Albert's robe. While groveling like a slave, he kept saying:

"Albert, I am a weak person, and you are a great and kind person, please give me a chance..."

Albert didn't speak, letting Sander stare at Pettigrew closely, while he rolled up the sleeve of Peter Pettigrew's left arm.

There was nothing on it except the dirt that hadn't been cleaned in years.

Albert was stunned. Isn't Peter a Death Eater?Why are there no Death Eater marks?

"What about things?"

"what?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, your Death Eater mark!" Albert said harshly.

After Peter's explanation, Albert learned that although Peter Pettigrew had become a Death Eater a long time ago, wandering between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, providing information to Voldemort, Voldemort wanted to prevent him from being exposed. , there is no "reward" for him with the Dark Mark.

"Do you want to live?" Albert asked abruptly.

Peter nodded like a chicken, staring directly at Albert, igniting hope.

"Okay, I want you to do something for me..." Albert's voice became low and hoarse, making it difficult for Peter to hear.

"You said, as long as I have orders, I will not give up even if I die!"

Peter promised that this was his hope of survival and he could not let it go. He decided that no matter what kind of needs Abbott raised, he would try his best to meet them.

"I want you to...resurrection Voldemort!" Albert whispered against Peter Pettigrew's ear.

The voice was very low, but when it came to Peter, it was like thunder on the ground, scaring him badly.

Although this was his original plan, now that it came out of Albert's mouth, it seemed shocking.

Albert faced off against Voldemort in the first grade, and I heard that he destroyed Voldemort's belongings in the second grade, plus Albert was of Muggle origin.

No matter how you look at it, Albert is Voldemort's enemy. Why would he want a weak, cowardly Peter to resurrect Voldemort?

Peter couldn't believe his ears, "You...what did you say?"

"I want you to resurrect Voldemort!" Albert repeated what he just said. This time he enunciated the words very clearly, almost speaking word by word, making sure that Peter Pettigrew heard clearly.

Peter shuddered. He was frightened when he heard that name. He would not have wanted to join Voldemort if he had no other choice.

"I...why do you want me to do this?" Peter was confused.

"You just need to do what I say, otherwise, you will die now!" Albert threatened. Seeing Peter Pettigrew agreeing, Albert nodded.

He took out a transparent glass bottle from his pocket. The thick gray liquid inside hung on the wall of the cup. There was not much left in "Whispers of the Ancient Gods". Most of it was used at Old Riddle's grave last time.

Peter looked confused. He couldn't understand what Albert was thinking. He saw Albert pulling out the cork of the glass bottle, and the gray "Whisper of the Ancient God" was exposed to the air.

Peter twitched his nose in intoxication, sniffing the wonderful smell in the air greedily. He hadn't smelled such a smell for a long time. It was the smell of his mother's cooking.

Albert dipped the tip of his wand into a little "Whisper of the Ancient Gods" and touched it on Peter's right hand.

"This..." Peter looked at Albert hesitantly.

However, Albert didn't pay attention to Peter's opinion. Under his guidance, the remaining "Whispers of the Ancient Gods" in the glass bottle flew out of the glass bottle and landed on Peter's right hand.

As Albert's magic slowly spit out, the potion liquid gradually formed a complex pattern on Peter's hand. Peter felt dizzy after just one glance.

"Penetrate!" Albert shouted hoarsely, and the gray potion seeped into the flesh and blood of Peter's right hand and adhered to the bone, "Seal!"

Albert let the potion immerse in Peter's right hand and temporarily sealed it. At the same time, this seal relied on Peter's magic power. When Peter's right hand separated from himself, the seal would lose its magic support. After it failed, "Whisper of the Ancient God" It will completely explode.

Peter watched in horror as the gray liquid seeped into his body. The liquid squeezed into his body desperately, but he couldn't feel any pain.

"This is..." Peter looked at Albert pleadingly, wanting to ask something, but Albert shook his head.

At the last moment of Peter's consciousness, he saw a flash of white light. His vision was filled with this flash of white light, and he vaguely heard a spell in his ears:

"Everything is forgotten."

When he woke up again, there was no one around. Peter was very confused. He took advantage of Lupine's transformation to escape here, and then...

Peter had a terrible headache and couldn't remember what happened next, but he had a sense of belief in his heart.

Resurrect Voldemort!