The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0213 Contempt

Peter turned around in the hollow, and the eerie calm around him seemed to touch its heart like an invisible hand. Every time he took a step forward, those hands would be slightly clenched, until he couldn't breathe.

Except for the fallen leaves crushed by spiders, big and small, when they crawled, there was no trace of the battle.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Peter might have thought the spiders had just migrated.

It can also defeat a small Acromantus colony. For example, the large settlement where Aragog is located, even if it can't be wiped out in one go, Peter is sure to retreat completely.

But the battle just now was too weird. In such a fierce scene, there was not even a single wreckage or drop of juice left behind. All the larger spiders disappeared, and only those left in their current form could bite at once. Dead little one.

Peter thought to himself that that person's eating was too scary, and he had already firmly believed in the existence of Hecate in his heart.

The entire depression seemed to be licked by an extremely huge greedy tongue, as long as it could be swallowed, it was swallowed up.

Oh, I forgot that there is a big one over there, I vaguely heard that it has something to do with Hagrid.

Maybe Peter would still be a little interested in the past, to see if he could catch some exploits, but now he just wanted to return quickly, and quickly returned to the boy's bed.

The cowardly mouse really didn't expect that Aini, who is usually gentle and polite, would be so ruthless in his actions, directly killing a tribe of magical creatures to almost extinction.

Peter has made up his mind that he will never appear alone in front of Aini unless he is carried in Ron's pocket.

God knows if he would slip his hand and send himself away after seeing a little mouse.

In order to save his life, even if he loses the chance to hook up with Hecate, he will not hesitate.

To be alive is to have everything.

But I'm really not reconciled, it's obvious that the rare opportunity is close at hand, but I can't find the key clue.

"Are you unhappy?"

Peter nodded, of course...

and many more!

who is talking?

Even though Aini had left, Peter still habitually hid himself in the shadows, so he didn't notice the shadows that appeared above him when he didn't know when.

I didn't expect that I would be caught in the face when I was moving in the form of a mouse. In this case, I can only do my best.

A stern look that was completely opposite to timidity flashed in Peter's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by ecstasy.

Although it has only heard this voice a few times, it has been deeply engraved in its memory.

Hecate?

Hecate!

On the old fallen leaves, a little mouse arched its back with such force that it almost changed its figure.

No, not almost, the change was indeed happening. First, a male head emerged, followed by a torso and limbs. After a few breaths, Peter completely changed back to his original appearance.

He didn't dare to raise his head, and humbly prostrated himself on the ground, the thick pile of fat on his stomach was squeezed and spread out, like a degrading sea cucumber.

"Great existence, your servant is willing to dedicate all his loyalty."

Peter pressed his forehead to the ground with great effort. During the past ten years as a mouse, he has grown too fat from eating, sleeping and sleeping.

"Oh? But what's the use of you? This greasy look doesn't look as good as those spiders."

The words of "Hecate" were full of disgust, but Peter was relieved to hear them.

Even though he knew that the other party hadn't directly erased himself when he appeared, he must have had some other thoughts, but the scene of "sacrifice" just now was so amazing that Peter couldn't help but feel a little timid.

Hecate's question seemed cruel, but the implication was exactly what Peter was most looking forward to.

"I would like to serve you as my Lord, to offer sufficient blood and food, and to dedicate any creature within my ability to you."

Peter's head was lowered, and there was a crackling sound of grass blades between his lips opening and closing, which looked very funny.

However, the words of this unremarkable short man who always shielded others behind him were enough to chill the hearts of most dark wizards.

It seems that this is not the mother planet where he was born and raised, but just an insignificant stop in his life journey, a piece of unemotional offering.

Peter believed the "dream" that Aini had compiled for him, and realized that there were other worlds besides Blue Star, and everything here was indispensable.

The horror of the depression of all things is precisely the best ending for him——

The premise is that Hecate can really give strength and immortality after receiving the blood meal.

After waiting for a while, Peter didn't get an answer from that person. The despicable person lying on the ground thought that the other party was doubting his determination, so he quickly expressed his opinion.

"Please don't doubt your servant's determination. It is their greatest value and honor that everything in the world can be sacrificed to you."

The other party still didn't say a word, fine beads of sweat kept pouring out, soaking the robes on his body, and also wet the fallen leaves.

"So you're still a little bit useful."

After a while, "Hecate" replied in a low tone.She didn't deliberately create pressure on Peter before, she was just shocked by his shamelessness.

As the elf of the forest and the darling of magic power, Sylvie doesn't need to eat, and has no related experience, but at this moment, she thinks she probably understands what "disgusting" means.

If she hadn't promised Aini to act for him, she could hardly restrain her urge, and smashed Peter's head with her small fist.

Maybe it's better to throw them out of the forbidden forest and kill them again, otherwise, the ugliest poisonous weeds will definitely grow in the place watered by his blood.

Sylvie didn't want those things to grow in the same space as her. After all, strictly speaking, every plant in the Forbidden Forest was her body.

Hearing the expected response, Peter, who was sweating profusely, felt that he had just faced the abyss-like suffering, and now he felt refreshed after the sauna, and began to praise the other party's supreme kindness loudly.

But he didn't know the existence of the one he worshiped, and he was already thinking about how to deal with his corpse just now...

It's ironic!

Peter's Occlumency is very smooth, but he doesn't have the talent for Legilimency. Even if he could, he probably wouldn't dare to use it on "Hecate".

The leader of the acromantoid group has not yet arrived in hell, and Peter does not want to take their last train.

He didn't know that he was in the middle of the game, and he was wandering in great happiness at this time, he felt that every cell in his body was singing, and even the bald words of praise were added with a bit of sincerity.

"Master, after the servant prepares the blood meal, what should I tell you?"

Some trembling voices became more respectful. Only by leaving the imprint of the other party can today's action be considered a complete success.

"Servant? How can an incompetent thing deserve to be my servant?"

Sylvie, who played the role of "Hecate", smiled, and her words were full of contempt and contempt.