As there are more and more wizards around the Albanian forest, the plot in the live broadcast room is also constantly advancing.

Peter now puts caution first and puts everything else aside. Therefore, he has always been in mouse form. This form can be immune to the magic of a large number of magical animals in nature. It can also improve Peter's own agility. In this unknown scene,

, this will be slightly safer.

Even such a small size would make Peter a target for many predators.

The wind was blowing, the wind was getting stronger, and the rain was getting heavier. Peter's vision was greatly affected. The surroundings were dark and dark, and he couldn't even see the road clearly.

Relying on the mouse's sense of smell and other keen senses, Peter headed towards the depths of darkness.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the distance, leaving some lavender light spots.

Peter's whole body tensed up. Although he didn't see clearly what it was, it was obvious that it was not a sign of safety.

But then I thought about it, and Voldemort didn't seem to be in the safe category either.

Sighing in his heart, Peter continued to move forward as if resigned to his fate.

[Something has happened! Do the wizards around you have the guts to go in? Without opening up the road, this is the first time I have queued for so long in the Floo Network!]

[That’s it, what kind of rubbish international floo network can collapse so easily!]

In the live broadcast room, a group of wizards who couldn't make the trip kept complaining.

The wizards outside the forest also wanted to complain. Those who could come here in the first place were not ordinary wizards, and it was impossible for ordinary wizards to seize these passages in front of the Floo Network.

"Damn! He came out again! What happened when he fell to the ground!"

A wizard walked out of the fog. After taking a look at the surrounding environment, his heart was filled with regret and confusion.

After entering the fog, all the magic spells used to guide the way were ineffective. The only thing that could still be used normally was the live broadcast room, but this alone could not allow them to reach the forest through the fog.

"Hey, what are you doing? The location of the International Triwizard Tournament has changed? Has it been moved here?" Barty Crouch suddenly asked a wizard.

The wizard was stunned for a moment, "You don't know?"

Barty looked at the wizard's expression and felt as if he had missed something. He had been here for a long time. He had been hiding here since he was squeezed out of the position of Minister of Magic by Fudge, and he also hid his son.

Death Eater-Barty Jr.

The wizard looked at Barty's appearance and took out a leaflet from his arms. This was a leaflet for Hogwarts. It showed Leona's back, the golden shield and the Zenith Blade on the left and right.

There is light blooming around Leona, and just looking at this scene, you can feel a strong power.

After receiving the flyer, the information in it immediately entered Barty's mind.

Barty, who stayed away from the live broadcast room, didn't care for the time being. What he cared about was that if a large number of wizards came to this place, wouldn't the chance of his son being exposed increase dramatically?

Looking for a random excuse, Barty returned to the tavern he owned and immediately saw his son under the supervision of a house elf. This guy was hiding in the corner of the tavern wearing an invisibility cloak.

After such a long time without incident, Barty's supervision over him has been relaxed a little. In the past, little Barty could not leave the basement when there were people in the tavern.

Snapped!

Barty walked over quickly and dragged his son into the basement while trying not to attract other people's attention.

Most of the other wizards in the tavern also tried to get through the fog, but naturally they failed. Their attention was now focused on the live broadcast room, so they did not notice Barty's unusual behavior.

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave here!" Barty directly ripped off his son's invisibility cloak and ordered him.

"You plan to imprison me again. If you can't do it, our Lord will return eventually, and then our two generals will switch roles!" Little Barty said coldly to his father. This man has been completely brainwashed by Voldemort.

There are really few fools like him among the Death Eaters.

"Your Lord? Do you know how many wizards are out there? Let him come out and see if he dares!" Barty yelled. The materials in this basement are specially made. You don't have to worry about being heard by others when you speak here.

Barty opened the live broadcast room and pointed at the famous names on it, "Voldemort dares to face these people alone? Does he think he doesn't die fast enough?!"

Indeed, Albania now gathers the elites of the entire magical world, and several of them are no weaker than Dumbledore in terms of combat effectiveness. Voldemort's one-to-many outcome can only result in death, and not even the scum will be left behind.

Little Barty turned his head disdainfully. In his eyes, as long as Voldemort is resurrected, all the wizards outside will be just chickens and dogs.

When he turned his head, little Barty saw Peter in the picture, and his eyes lit up immediately. He knew who this mouse was. This mouse must have come here to free its owner!

In the picture, Peter finally came to the deepest part of the forest. The ground here was covered with blood. It looked like it had been drying for a while.

After taking two steps forward, Peter stepped on something. He stepped back and looked down. He saw that it was the remains of an animal. The battered bones and some shriveled carrion directly brought the atmosphere of terror to the extreme.

Creak, creak, creak, suddenly, some sounds came from the darkness.

The sound was so obvious in the dark forest that even the flashing lightning and thunder couldn't cover it up in the slightest.

Boom, boom, boom!

Peter heard his heart beating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. Under this pressure, Peter had to admit that he was scared, turned around and wanted to run away.

Boom!

A flash of lightning flashed, and then in a fleeting light, Peter saw a black shadow and scarlet eyes.

In the next second, Peter didn't even have time to react. He felt himself rising into the air and then being pushed directly to the ground by a force.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sharp claws pierced Peter's limbs, and blood flowed from them.

"Master! It's me! I'm Peter Pettigrew!" Peter shouted in rat language in a panic.

The cold teeth stopped in front of his neck, and a little further down was the artery. As long as he bit like this, Peter would ascend to heaven early.

The teeth slowly left Peter's neck, and the claws that pierced his body also left.

Peter didn't dare to think about it, so he quickly changed back, and then immediately knelt on the ground with both legs, not daring to raise his head, even though his master was just a ferocious mouse now.

Voldemort lingered in this forest for so long that he finally had to rely on possessing rats to maintain his life.

In terms of survival, Voldemort and Peter have one thing in common. The thing that these two people fear most is death.

"Raise your head...look at me..." Voldemort's voice came out of the mouse's mouth bit by bit.

Peter raised his head tremblingly. From his perspective, there seemed to be an evil and powerful soul floating behind the mouse.

Peter's perception and imagination were transmitted by Freddy and then processed by equipment and displayed in the live broadcast room.

What kind of curse is this?!

Barty frowned and looked at the screen. He was considered knowledgeable. Although he was not comparable to someone like Dumbledore, he could see most of the curses at a glance.

"Master! Great Master!" Little Barty knelt on the ground, just like Peter in the picture, his eyes full of admiration and yearning for Voldemort.

Barty did not hesitate to kick Little Barty to the ground. The Imperius Curse was shot out from the wand, which added to the weakened spell on Little Barty. He was about to be angry to death. If he hadn't only had this

He had killed a son long ago.

Almost at the same time, Voldemort in the forest also cast a Imperius Curse on Peter, directly controlling Peter's body.

This move instantly detonated the entire live broadcast room.

[What a powerful soul-stealing curse! I feel like there is no resistance at all!]

[The possessed state can be so strong, this Voldemort is really extraordinary.]

[John Bull, stop bragging, does he dare to resist this Peter? Just crazily raise the level of his opponent so that his loss will not be so ugly?]

[What nonsense are you talking about? If you have the guts, try it yourself. You dare to say anything here!]

After obtaining a controllable body, Voldemort felt that he finally had a chance to escape. He raised his hands arrogantly and laughed wildly at the sky.

Boom!

Lightning fell straight down, and Voldemort's actions seemed to anger the thunderclouds above.

Protect them all!

The shield that was released in seconds directly blocked all lightning.

[Casting spells without a wand! It can also resist lightning!]

[I can’t do it, at least he has surpassed me a lot in releasing this curse.]

Flitwick couldn't help but send a barrage. He had never faced Voldemort in a life-and-death battle, but now, Flitwick had no temper at all.

The rain clouds in the sky began to rotate, and for a moment the sky seemed to be leaking. The strong winds intensified the rain, directly overturning the dead trees around Voldemort, and the purest thunder and lightning was brewing in the center of the rain clouds.

Voldemort also felt something was wrong. This thundercloud seemed to be targeting him!

He raised his hand, and the inferior wand that Peter bought floated out of Peter's arms and fell into his hand.

Whoa! A thunder dragon fell straight down, and the shining light illuminated the entire forest as bright as day.

Voldemort raised his wand, Avada Kedavra!

The sky-high green light shot out from the wand and met the falling Thunder Dragon head-on. The killing curse filled with murderous intent could kill more than just lives at this time!

The Brontosaurus was erased from the sky bit by bit like a painting encountering an eraser.

The next moment, the green light directly penetrated the thunder light, penetrated the rain clouds, and broke through the fog.

The wizards around the forest looked at the killing curse that was pointing directly at the sky and seemed to kill the sky, and they all pulled out their wands.

They unanimously decided to kill Voldemort the moment he came out.

The curse cast by the remnant soul is so strong, how can such a person be really resurrected?!

"No one! No one can bring death to me!" Voldemort roared, not caring about Peter's body, which was already overdrawn.
To be continued...