Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

After the screaming rat howled, its head tilted and passed out. The will that constituted the silent fourth natural disaster was too terrifyingly dark. In terms of energy purity, the dark magic power that was already able to rival the ancient magic power conjured up an indescribable horror picture in Peter's mind.

As if looking directly at the indescribable old god, Peter, who was not very timid, was directly frightened and fainted.

But soon, he opened his eyes, a small flame was burning at the tip of Harry's muzzle, and the thin flame that was just right for lighting a cigarette was roasting his tail. Accompanied by the burnt smell, Peter, who was awakened from the pain, turned into a noise maker again, pleasing the smiling boy with his lively performance.

Harry admits that he is indeed not a good person. When he sees the pain of his enemies, he is happy and joyful in his heart. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. What he plays is that the villain takes revenge from morning till night, and by the way, he will bring disaster to the whole family.

But this is a way to deal with enemies and enemies. Under normal circumstances, Harry is extremely normal. He is warm and generous to his friends and relatives, and he will never be the first to speak harshly to strangers. Rationality, restraint, and courtesy are his labels. He can always get along well with many people.

But in the same way, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. He is well aware of this truth and has been consistent throughout. Because of this, his personality is extremely polarized when facing different people, no better than schizophrenia.

"Although I have a lot of questions I want to ask you, Peter, but before that, please let me be happy. I have spent so much effort to find you, and I can't give you a dose of Veritaserum and explain it clearly before sending you to Azkaban for retirement, right? That's too kind, and it's not my style."

"If it's torturing people, I may not be able to do it now. My perverted level is not as high as that of Professor Grindelwald, but who made you a little fat mouse now?"

"Thank you my dad for teaching you how to transform your Animagus." Harry's voice suddenly cooled down, "This way I won't have any psychological pressure when I torture you for fun, hehehe~"

Under the effect of Transfiguration, Harry transformed a whole set of wooden 'furniture' in the mouse version.

"The first game we played today is called Che Crack. Look, isn't the pony car I turned into a very similar one?"

"Please don't worry, I have enough potions on me, even if you have only one breath left, I can snatch you from the hands of the god of death."

Some bottles and cans were put on one side, and Shushu's limbs were tied with small ropes, while the other end was on the wooden carriage.

"Che Crack also has a name called Wumafenshi. Although I won't put a rope on your head, who gave Shushu a tail?"

Under the eyes of Harry and Grindelwald, the two chaotic and evil funnymen, the pony carriage started to move. The taut rope pulled Shushu's body straight, and as the tension continued to increase, there was a slight tearing sound.

"Oh oh oh!!!"

Grindelwald clapped happily, "Interesting, this kind of punishment is much more interesting than the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Change me to me next time!" Grindelwald, who was so happy like a child, took out his wand and eagerly tried it. "I'll try Iron N. Muggles in the Middle Ages like this thing very much. I don't know how the show will work."

After the two happy people got together, the picture of reality began to become distorted. Dumbledore, who couldn't see clearly, opened the door. He held a can of cockroaches and buried himself in the bitterness of eating. The sweet and greasy taste that could bring happiness stretched his wrinkles.

As a member of the good camp, he doesn't like to see this scene, but who makes Grindelwald have a good time, as long as he chooses to forget, then this incident will never happen.

When enjoying happiness, time always flies by very quickly. After the two happy people barely had fun, the dark sky outside has already bred a ray of light. Under the torment of Snape's potion and endless happy games, Peter is on the verge of collapse at this moment. If it is not for the refreshing potion, our little Mr. Mouse will definitely not be able to pass this happy time.

The Shushu, who was completely gone, was picked up by Harry with his tail. Dumbledore, who had eaten a lethal amount of sweet candy, burped. They didn't communicate with each other. Fox, who appeared suddenly, wrapped the three of them and a mouse in flames. Dumbledore returned to the principal's office after a long absence.

Those exquisite silverware were still holding the spiraling smoke, and the spotless principal's office did not have a long-lost atmosphere. After the light of the spell flashed, Peter Pettigrew, who was forced to change from the Animagus form back to the human form, collapsed on the ground. Although there was no trace of scars on the outside, his almost broken spirit made him feel like a wooden man at the moment.

"What shall we play next?"

The words that had appeared countless times before seemed to activate a certain switch, his body jerked violently, and Peter, who jumped up from the ground, wanted to escape like crazy, but he could only walk in the air where he had no possibility of leaving.

"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything! Please let me die! Please! Please!"

"Mice still look pleasing to the eye." Grindelwald's voice interrupted Peter's shrill scream. "It's too ugly to be a human."

The humanoid Peter, whose clothes are tattered and smells like he hasn’t bathed in ten years, looks really bad. Although he still has thick curly hair now, he still has an insignificant look, and he has been transformed into a mouse for a long time.

"Yeah, my dad's taste is too bad, even if he is a younger brother, he won't throw all the rubbish on his back."

Harry began to criticize. To be honest, he admitted Lily's identity, but he still didn't agree much with cheap father James. Although Harry understood that James loved him as much as Lily, but sometimes, people need to "see" to "believe".

Even if it's just a word, Harry may never hear that concern from his father in his life.

With a trace of sadness, Harry took out the bottle containing Veritaserum.

"Three drops."

He was talking to himself, and Peter, who looked eager, opened his mouth wide, as if this potion was some kind of delicacy, and swallowed it forcefully.

An extremely familiar disgusting taste spread in his mouth, even though his tongue was numb, but this taste that almost penetrated into the depths of his soul has never been called 'accustomed'.

From the mouth of Peter, the "protagonist", the dusty old things of the past spit out, from the betrayal ten years ago to the Halloween accident last year, he explained everything in detail.

Voldemort was not brought to Hogwarts by him, but after he came to Hogwarts, Voldemort found him. The Dark Mark branded on his body is the coordinates of positioning. The servant who was left with this brand cannot escape Voldemort's palm, even if he goes to the ends of the world, he still cannot escape Voldemort's grasp.

Just when the servant of the Dark Lord vomited everything, a pair of scarlet eyes full of hatred opened from the darkness, the misty spirit body escaped from the shackles of the container, the dark magic power merged into his body, and the black mist restructured his body once again.

Death is not the end, and death may not necessarily lead to a greater adventure. The surviving ghosts try to open up a new path. Does the immortality that people talk about really exist?