"I finally became a domineering person like Conan. I will let others die wherever I go... But why don't I want such domineering at all?"

After thinking hard for a while, Pei Chen finally realized that not all superpowers are what everyone hopes for. For example, most elderly people are hidden deep. They can judge whether it is going to rain through rheumatism and pain in their knee joints and other places... Damn you don’t want such superpowers!!

Not to mention Conan's aura of death has its own functions, and at least it will not affect the people around him. However, his current petrified vision is not divided into good or bad camp, but it is just like the kind of enemy and me whoever they kill, every day, every time, every time, every time they catch...

Damn, what a mess... Pei Chen was angry and pulled up the blue cloth that had been scattered on the ground, which had been blindfolded before. He originally thought that he would be able to restore his normal visual ability after knocking over the snake monster, but unexpectedly the ending was completely opposite - he might not be able to use his normal visual sensory abilities for a long time, and today he started to be a blind man or something.

With a blink of an eye, the cloth vibrated quickly for countless times. The dust in the air was stirred up, and the dirt stained on it was instantly cleaned up. Pei Chen was about to sigh at his fate and blindfold the cloth again, but he suddenly saw a strange spell that flashed away.

He stretched out his finger and hooked it. The sudden increase in spiritual power instantly locked the coordinates of the thing among the ruins and rocks. The invisible force field quickly expanded and then retracted, and at the same time, it was wrapped with the unknown item and rolled back.

A small black cover notebook fell into Pei Chen's hands, looking a little old.

A diary? Pei Chen was puzzled. Before he could read it casually, he could see the identification prompt message of infinite space. The next second his eyes changed.

A long and mottled blood-stained broken snake teeth fell from a distance suddenly hung in the air and flew into Pei Chen's hand. The next moment he inserted it mercilessly into the center of the diary. With a terrifying, long-lasting scream that penetrated the eardrum, a stream of ink erupted from the diary and flowed to the ground along Pei Chen's hands.

"Things that are useless..." Pei Chen curled his lips and blindfolded his eyes, then stepped on the diary and left the secret room. He used the snake language to control the secret room to open again, and Pei Chen walked out. All kinds of strange passages were connected, both large and small, but the smallest passage was also the size of a water tank, which was enough for creatures of the snake monster to pass through.

Pei Chen walked very carefully and was embarrassed because his current posture was no different from that of a pregnant woman, except that his belly was not bulging. He even carefully determined a passage that was not so steep and curved, just for fear that he would not die in the battle with the snake monster, but died suddenly after a meal... This was so shameless!

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...

On the huge playground of the school.

The group walked through the venue in silence, and the lights from the castle slowly lit up. Professor Snape floated strangely in front of Sirius Black, his chin hitting his chest.

Whether it is Professor Lupin or Sirius Black, or even the short man who was threatened by Professor Lupin with a magic wand, they were all ragged and bruised. They obviously experienced a not-so-pleasant meeting, such as the kind of "unity" with their toes and fists, who warmly greeted friends who had not seen each other for many years, and were tightly "unified" together.

Hermione looked at Professor Snape, who was knocked unconscious by Harry and herself, and she had not yet recovered from the so-called truth. Of course, she may have too much fear caused by the attack on the professor.

"Do you know what this means?" Black suddenly started talking to Harry, as they were slowly passing through the Quidditch field, approaching the castle, "Take Petr over this?"

"You're free," said Harry.

"Yes..." Sirius said, "but I - I don't know if anyone has told you - I am your godfather."

"…I just learned about this not long ago," said Harry.

"...your parents appointed me as your guardian." Black said dumbly, as if he didn't know how to express his meaning to the boy, "If they encounter misfortune..."

Harry waited for him to continue. Did Black mean what he guessed? But... it seemed that some riots appeared in front of him-

Sirius didn't continue speaking. He just stiffened for a while, then screamed suddenly, fell to the ground with trembling all over, lying face down, his hands covered his head, and his body twitched unconsciously.

The night became biting cold, and the stars and moon before dawn disappeared. Harry clearly heard Professor Lupin's gasp in the front, but before he could ask, he saw what was going on: dozens of dementors glided from the lake, and the slender black robe bulged like vampire bats with spreading their wings, and like a messenger of death waving a sickle.

Unable to penetrate, the deep white mist began to cover the surroundings. Harry heard his mother's pleading again, his eyesight began to become blurred, fear invaded his body with the familiar cold cold, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up one by one.

...

I don’t know how long it took, a silver dazzling beam pierced the boundless darkness and awakened Harry from the fall. He shook his head hard to try to get rid of the sound in his mind, and raised his wand with his stiff hand. However, he was shocked to find that the dementor was already missing. Professor Luping, who was holding the wand half-kneeling on the ground, looked pale and almost transparent, and the fine beads of sweat kept flowing down.

Sirius had fainted, Hermione was still barely standing, but she was also shaking. Perhaps only Professor Snape, who was knocked out by them, was the happiest one, because he had no idea what had happened. You must know that Harry was still in a state of terror, feeling that the dementor's rotten, cold breath of death filled his lungs, which made him breathless.

"Hermione? Hermione, how long have I been in a coma? Where are those dementors?!"

"They, they were all driven away by Professor Lupin..." Hermione said with a breath of breath after being stunned for a moment.

"Is that right? That's good... Let's go back to the castle quickly, otherwise we'll come back later..." Before Harry finished speaking, he heard a desperate roar and roar, which was sent by Professor Lupin. It's hard to imagine that this man who has always been gentle in the past would be so out of control.

"Stay there and don't move!" Harry shouted and ran forward. But it was too late, and Peter Pediru began to deform. Harry had only time to see his bald tail, and then heard a sudden run in the grass.

"Sirius! Lupin!! He ran away, Peter was deformed!" Harry shouted. He looked around in despair, but found that Sirius had scared the dementors to faint. Lupin used his best level to deal with at least thirty dementors at one time, and was now in a state of power loss... As for the last adult, Professor Snape, he was still hanging from the ground and had no sense.

As for Hermione... who would expect her? No matter how powerful Hermione is, she is just a first-year student like herself.

Harry shouted and raised his wand, blinking furiously to see clearly, he was unwilling to accept that this would end up being like this - he was going to live with his godfather, he was leaving the Dursleys, Sirius was innocent, he would have a home again... a complete home... no one can destroy this...

The gray hair-removing mouse fled wildly among the grass, making rustling sounds. He now regretted that the number of his four legs was still a little smaller and he could not leave the other people's sight more quickly. But this was enough. They could no longer catch up with them and could only watch themselves escape.

Peter Pediru laughed happily and distortedly. He swore that he would take revenge in the future and make them regret what they did to him today! Yes, he swore...uh? What's going on?!

Peter Pediru can be said that he had indeed run forward with all his strength. Yes, he had used every bit of strength in his body and allocated all four short hands and feet.

But in fact, he just ran forward with all his might, because he had never been able to run out more than a centimeter since three seconds ago! This was not because someone had a spanked him and threw him a magic spell like a petrification spell or a fixed spell. The real reason was that a hand that didn't belong to him was quietly released on him.

Two white and slender fingers seemed to appear out of thin air, pinching the mouse's neck quickly and accurately. Banyan roared wildly, incredibly panic, using all his strength and struggling desperately with all his might. But it was obvious that this was useless.

He also tried to turn around quickly and try to escape in another direction, but it was too late - the two white and slender fingers gently lifted him up. Scarlet struggled in despair, making a sharp scream. In the sudden quiet night, it seemed particularly harsh. In the struggle, the mouse's body gradually became a little blurry, and seemed to slowly expand.

He wants to find a way out by restoring human form and quality!

"Catch him! Professor Lyle! Please catch him! Please!!" After seeing who the figure that came out of the darkness was, Harry was so ecstatic that he was so forgetful that he roared loudly, begging Pei Chen in an almost unreasonable tone!

Pei Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the gray mouse who had just come out of a well-hidden secret passage and hit him directly, with his eyes twitching. The corners of this mess are not over yet? He happened to be hit by himself in the ending part. He couldn't help but have a headache.

However, Pei Chen did not show it at all. He was just a little stunned for a moment, and then he cut with a knife as if nothing had happened on the back of Peter Pedilu, who had recovered from the mouse form to the human form.

There is no doubt that Peter Pedilu, who lived in a mouse state for eleven years, had been suffering from a cumulative damage from the reflex nerves, and it was impossible to avoid the attack of Pei Chen's high-speed hand knife that could reach subsonic speed in the extreme state. After a slight dull sound, the short, sparse and light-colored hair was messy, and the bald man rolled his eyes neatly and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!