Azkaban
With the arrival of a small boat, several Aurors escorted a dejected and loveless wizard to the island.
Sirius's case was over, and he was cleared. As the real prisoner who betrayed the Potters, Peter Pettigrew would naturally be imprisoned in Azkaban to receive the punishment he should have received twelve years ago.
The Aurors opened a cell, threw him in, and left without looking back.
He was locked in the cell where Sirius was originally.
The first thing he did when he was put into the cell was to huddle up and try to keep his body in a ball.
He was trying his best to hide himself. He didn't want the dementors to suddenly come over and give him a kiss.
Although the probability is very low, but what if.
He doesn't want to die.
Even in Azkaban, he didn't want to die.
He had a chance, he had a chance to escape because he knew how Sirius escaped from prison.
Animagus.
Although it is impossible to cast spells without a wand, Animagus's transformations are unrestricted.
The Ministry of Magic knew he was an Animagus but did nothing about it.
Maybe in their opinion, Sirius's Animagus is a dog, so he can escape from prison successfully, while Peter Pettigrew's Animagus is a mouse, so he can't escape.
Don't expect the current Ministry of Magic to do anything. Under the leadership of Minister Fudge, the Ministry of Magic in England is no longer the Ministry of Magic it used to be.
They even believed that Dementors were enough to keep watch over the prisoners in Azkaban.
Dementors have no brains and are filled with endless negative emotions. They are naturally weak in sensing animal emotions. Even if they know how Sirius escaped, they have no way to defend themselves.
The most crucial point is that both Animagus and Peter Pettigrew can do the Patronus Curse. This was all thanks to his friends at Hogwarts. As a member of the quartet, he would be taught whatever magic they knew.
Just give him a magic wand and he'll have a chance.
"Hahaha, look. The new guy looks like a poor mouse."
Crazy laughter sounded in the madness.
It seemed very close to Peter.
After staying in Azkaban for a long time, normal people will become neurotic. In other words, there are no normal people in Azkaban.
Peter Pettigrew ignored the man, still lying quietly on the ground, curled up and hiding in a corner.
The owner of the maniacal laughter saw that Peter had no reaction and soon lost interest.
Peter lay quietly, motionless except when he was eating. He was conserving his energy. He didn't want to do anything unnecessary.
He is waiting for an opportunity. No matter how long it takes, he will seize it as soon as it comes.
Waiting is what Peter Pettigrew does best.
He was able to disguise himself among the Weasley family for more than twelve years without being discovered, relying on this perseverance
If he could put this tenacity elsewhere, he might have a different life, and maybe he would become an outstanding wizard on the front line against Death Eaters.
There just aren't that many 'maybes' in this world.
I don’t know how much time has passed. Azkaban has been shrouded in clouds all day long and I can’t tell the difference between day and night. Maybe a month has passed, a year has passed, maybe only a week has passed. A visitor appeared in Azkaban Prison again. It was a visitor. A middle-aged wizard with a stern face.
He has short gray hair that is neatly combed, cold eyes and a sparse mustache on his lips.
"Mr. Barty Crouch"
Peter heard others calling him that name.
He walked to Peter Pettigrew's cell, stopped, looked straight at Peter inside, didn't speak, just stayed for a moment and then left.
That night Peter received a magic wand.
Hogwarts, a meeting room in Slytherin.
Dudley and other members of the disciplinary team were gathering here.
"Brother D, it's not that I don't believe you, but can this kind of thing really be used to communicate?"
Ron pointed to the phone bugs on the table that were constantly eating corn, and said very uncertainly.
This phone bug has had its makeover.
"I mean it's crazy that a slug with a shell can do the job of an owl sending messages."
Hearing Ron talking bad about himself, the phone bug stopped eating corn and angrily spit at him. Ron felt disgusted and hurriedly avoided it.
"It's called the phone bug!"
Before Dudley could speak, Hermione said first: "Ron, it's incredible that wizards still use owls to send messages."
"Did you know? While you were still using primitive methods like biological messengers to send messages, the 'Muggles' you call have already invented tools that allow you to communicate directly even though you are thousands of miles apart."
"Of course I don't mean to disparage owls, but they are really slow at communicating."
"Cool!" Ron exclaimed: "What is that? I think my dad will definitely like it."
"Telephone."
Unexpectedly, the person who answered Ron turned out to be Draco, the pure-blood wizard who supposedly despised and rejected ordinary people the most.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were turning to him, Draco shrugged, with a genuine expression, and briefly introduced: "This is nothing unusual. We in the Malfoy family also know many nobles among ordinary people. Malfoy Manor is It has been registered with the Queen of England and has the corresponding title."
"It's not just your Weasley family, Mr. Robert. In fact, many pure-blood wizards have more or less connections, but they won't declare it to the outside world."
Draco was telling the truth, but it was one thing to have a connection, and another thing entirely whether to take it seriously or not.
Even the Malfoy family only paid attention to it because Draco learned a lot of information about ordinary people from Dudley.
"Malfoy, are you looking for trouble?"
Ron became anxious again when he heard his name was called by the wrong name again.
"Come on, I'll give you a hand."
"Enough with the gossip."
Dudley interrupted the bickering between the two, took out another phone bug, and put it in front of Ron: "Whether it's useful or not, you'll know if you try it yourself, right?"
"You and Draco each take a phone bug and go to two separate rooms."
After a moment, Ron opened the door with a glowing face.
"Brother D, it really works!"
Ron held up the phone bug excitedly.
"It not only contains Malfoy's voice, but it can also imitate his tone and expression. This is simply amazing."
"How is it done? A magic spell? Or a transformation spell?"
Draco followed closely behind. Although he was also very excited, he was much calmer than Ron.
Dudley did not answer Ron, but took out several more completed phone bugs: "Currently, there is no way to mass-produce phone bugs, but members of the disciplinary team can each have one. Remember to feed them some food regularly and don't let them starve. died."
"If anything happens, we can use the phone bug to contact you."
(End of chapter)
