Chapter 843
Percy's Ecstasy
Chapter 843 Percy's Ecstasy
Peter Pedyru's face has appeared countless times on the Ministry of Magic's wanted posters, on the front page of the Daily Prophet and in the news, and is deeply imprinted in the minds of every member of the Weasley family, unforgettable!
He actually found himself here, and in this way, making eye contact with Percy Weasley!
They were face to face, with Percy Weasley backed by the British Ministry of Magic, but at this moment, he had no help at all!
At that moment, Percy felt neither anger at being deceived and used, nor joy at his suspicions being confirmed; only a fear that instantly permeated his entire being.
What flashed through his mind wasn't the silly look of his pet, Banban, but rather the gruesome photos in the file, that shocking scene—
The man before me once used a single spell to turn an entire street into ruins and kill more than a dozen Muggles!
This is a vicious and ruthless black wizard!
While Percy was so terrified that his mind went blank, Peter Pettigrew, who was on the bed, did not take the opportunity to retaliate fiercely. Instead, he seemed even more panicked than Percy!
He screamed, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and jumped up from the bed.
Peter completely lost his composure and ran around the room in a panic. He crashed into the wall with a "bang," bounced back, and then slammed into the window, only to have his forehead hit the window frame with a "thud."
He staggered, turned around and glared fiercely at Percy, but dared not run this way. So, disregarding everything, he used his arms to protect his head and face and slammed his head against the old, dilapidated window!
"Crack-!"
The glass shattered, and Peter's voice, accompanied by flying shards of glass, rang out as he crashed heavily onto the grass.
The crisp sound of shattering glass was like a bucket of cold water, finally waking Percy from his temporary daze of fear.
He hurriedly chased after him to the window and saw Peter Pettigrew limping toward the door. He frantically waved his wand and shouted, without much hope, "..."
"Collapse!"
At that moment, Fuller's philosophy of life briefly flashed through Percy's mind.
If you don't have to risk your life fighting dark wizards at work... that would indeed be a much more ideal situation...
But at least, he didn't do nothing...
He had already begun to think about how to write the report in a way that would make him appear clever and brave, rather than like a foolish goose who let an important prisoner escape.
However, Peter was sent flying with the red light, crashed into the wall, and then collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Percy: "...?"
His arm, still holding the wand, was stiffly raised in the air, and his mind had almost stopped working.
Everything happened so fast, he stared in disbelief at the man curled up on the grass like a pile of garbage bags.
Peter Pettigrew, who had been on the run for over a decade, troubled the Ministry of Magic for so long, and caused the deaths of so many people... was actually caught by me?
The next second, an overwhelming ecstasy, almost overwhelming him, swept away his previous fear and confusion like a tsunami.
Merlin! I've got him! I, Percy Weasley, have got Peter Pedirou!
The thought roared in his mind, and a surge of heat rushed from his heart to the top of his head, making him almost dizzy.
Percy clenched his fist tightly, barely suppressing the urge to shout with joy.
His limbs went weak, and he stumbled toward the broken window, jumped out, and ran straight to the unconscious man on the ground.
Percy breathed a sigh of relief only after he gripped Peter's unconscious body tightly with both hands and bound him securely with ropes conjured by magic, feeling that he had truly grasped the ladder to glory.
He was panting heavily as he straightened up and looked back at the dilapidated building, the image of Fuller's mocking expression clearly flashing through his mind.
A cold smile crept onto Percy's lips.
Without further hesitation, and without even a thought of greeting Fuller, he grabbed Peter by the collar and focused all his attention—
"Snapped!"
A crisp popping sound echoed across the open grassland. ...
"What was that noise? It sounded like a tire blowout?"
Edward, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, looked up, then waved dismissively.
"It must be those punks throwing things around again...poor guys..."
He muttered to himself, not taking the sound to heart.
Fuller paused for a moment while pouring the wine, then lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced in the direction from which the sound came.
All he saw were the sanatorium's dirty windows, with opaque plastic film covering the glass.
"Haha, it was our ambitious young colleague who couldn't wait and left first."
Fuller filled his glass, then casually grabbed a toffee and popped it into his mouth, mumbling:
"He doesn't even have the patience to wait ten minutes. His eyes are fixed on the heels of the person above him, as if he wants to step on them with every step! Haha, just wait and see... The more he struggles now, the harder he will fall later."
"Hmph hmph hmph...young man..."
Edward's muddled mind hadn't heard a word he said, but he caught a single word at random, and his talkative mood returned:
“Those young people just dump the old guy on me, pay him a little money, and act like they’ve done something incredibly important! It’s like we’re a garbage dump, here to solve their problems!”
"They don't even look at how much money they got from that old man! And they're only willing to give me this little bit..."
……
In the corridor, a caregiver with cleaning tools in hand had just returned, preparing to push the elderly man in the wheelchair to the washroom, only to find that his body and the chair were unusually clean.
A fleeting look of confusion crossed his face: "Who's so kind as to do all the work for me?"
No one around him answered him; only the old man in the wheelchair foolishly waved his right hand, as if he were waving something.
The long-term, numb work made the caregivers too lazy to investigate further, nor did they want to ask—
If you find out the truth, wouldn't that mean you owe your colleague a favor? If they ask you to cover their shift in the future, how can you refuse?
So he pretended nothing had happened, muttered "You're lucky," and pushed the still bewildered old man away.
The dimly lit corridor was finally completely empty, with only the smell of disinfectant permeating every corner.
In the midst of this silence, something unusual began to happen.
An old broom leaning against the corner twisted its waist, stood up on its own, and then floated gently up from the ground, hovering only a few inches off the ground, the twigs tied to its end making a soft rustling sound.
"Hey guys."
The broom whispered, "That Locke guy... was he really taken away?"
"Of course, I watched them Apparate away."
Another voice responded.
(End of this chapter)