Dragon Roar Master at Hogwarts

Dudley realized that even though he had experienced many life-and-death battles in time, there was still a gap in mentality and experience compared with the truly vicious villains.

Dudley regretted extremely that when he knocked Peter Pettigrew unconscious just now, he should have decisively put a knife on his neck to eliminate future troubles. His temporary immaturity and soft-heartedness made him fall short when he was about to win.

"Tsk!" The dagger was pulled out from Dudley's back, and Dudley fell to the ground helplessly.When he turned over, he saw his assassin - the panting and fierce-looking Peter Pettigrew.

"Quickly...bring me the unicorn's blood...quickly!" The angry Voldemort issued a hoarse and low voice, and ordered his servants hurriedly.

Peter Pettigrew limped and dragged the unicorn's body, and carefully placed the bloody wound on the unicorn's neck to Voldemort's mouth.Voldemort immediately sucked the unicorn's blood greedily, making a disgusting swallowing sound.

"Bah!" The horrifying hole in Voldemort's chest let out a burst of green smoke, and then healed quickly.The face that was bruised and swollen by Dudley just now also slowly recovered.

"Master, Master." Peter Pettigrew said to Voldemort in a stomach-churning flattery tone: "It was too dangerous just now. Fortunately, fortunately, I woke up early. I didn't expect that Dudley Dursley was so strong. ——”

Peter Pettigrew's words came to an abrupt end because he was choked by the angry Voldemort, and at this time Voldemort's injuries were already healed.

"Watch your words, Wormtail." Voldemort said coldly to Peter Pettigrew, "What you said is as if I was defeated by a mere child. But in fact, although some are beyond my expectations, everything is It’s still within my control, understand.”

Peter Pettigrew, who looked in pain due to suffocation, nodded frantically, and Voldemort put him down like trash.

"Huh...huh..." Pettigrew gasped, and then looked at the unicorn corpse on the ground with a greedy expression, "Master, master, I was just struck by this kid's strange behavior. The curse was pushed against a tree and was seriously injured, can I..."

Voldemort nodded in disgust, seemingly unhappy about sharing unicorn blood with Peter Pettigrew.But suddenly, Voldemort seemed to feel something. He quickly raised his head warily and grabbed Pettigrew.

"Wait a minute, Wormtail." Voldemort said slowly, "It seems that another guest has arrived. Let's entertain the guests first."

With a rustle and a sound of bushes being passed, two figures, one large and one small, broke into the forest glade.

"Dudley!" It was Pansy Parkinson who screamed after seeing Dudley dying on the ground.She was about to run towards Dudley, but was stopped by the person next to her.

"I didn't expect that the person who came to our door was our old friend." Voldemort's snake face showed a half-smile expression, "Severus, I heard that you are now Albus Dumbledore, that idiot Melon and mudblood protector’s dog?”

Shock and confusion flashed across Severus Snape's face at the same time. He protected Pansy tightly behind him, his voice seemed to be trembling: "Dark Lord, have you really... wait, you Is it Peter Pettigrew? Why are you here? Weren’t you captured by Sirius—"

"Ha, I didn't expect you to remember to call me the Dark Lord. I thought you had completely betrayed me." Voldemort's tone contained creepy anger, "Severus, now it's you who has made the decision again. It’s time to make a choice. Return to my command and atone for your betrayal; or continue to be my enemy and give up our common ideal!"

Snape lowered his head, as if fighting a difficult psychological battle.

Suddenly, Snape raised his head suddenly, waved the wand in his hand towards Voldemort, and shouted urgently:

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Ah——" A scream of pain echoed in the clearing, but Snape immediately realized that his spell did not sneak up on Voldemort.

Because in a flash of lightning, Voldemort mercilessly pulled Peter Pettigrew in front of him to act as a shield against the curse. Several horrific wounds with bone-deep wounds appeared on Pettigrew's body instantly, and blood sprayed from the hideous wounds. And out.

"I feel very sorry, Severus. It seems that you have completely stood against me. I thought you would be a smart person, but it seems that I was a little mistaken." Voldemort's hoarse voice had a deep tone. Deep disappointment.

Snape did not respond to him, but had a firm expression on his face and was about to cast the attacking spell again.

But in the next moment, he suddenly let out a miserable cry, knelt down with a twisted face, and held his left arm tightly.

"Professor Snape!" Pansy wanted to help Snape, but Snape pushed him away hard.

"Ah - leave me alone, run, Pankinson, run away, ah -" Snape curled up on the ground in pain, his whole body shaking crazily.

"When you were branded with the Dark Mark, you should have realized that you should never and cannot be my enemy in this life." Voldemort said coldly and cruelly, while his blackened left hand was holding Pettigrew tightly. On Peter's left arm, the index finger of his right hand pressed tightly on a dark tattoo pattern on Pettigrew's left arm.

This was the mark of a poisonous snake emerging from the skull. When Voldemort pressed tightly on the mark, Snape struggled even more uncomfortably on the ground, with no room for resistance.Peter Pettigrew, whose whole body was covered in flesh and blood, could only open his mouth weakly, his eyes turned white, and he no longer had the strength to cry.

Finally, Snape's screams slowly stopped. It was not that Voldemort was merciful and let him go, but that he had fainted from the torture of the Dark Mark and completely lost consciousness.

Voldemort threw away Peter Pettigrew as if he were a tattered sack.Then he turned to look at Pansy. Pansy was so frightened by his weird and ugly snake face that she couldn't stand still, her feet went limp and she collapsed on the ground.

"Parkinson...A child of the Parkinson family?" Voldemort's red eyes narrowed and he said slowly: "Your father is a very loyal follower of mine, hand me your wand. , if your father knew that you followed me, he would definitely be proud of you."

But Pansy had tears in her eyes, pursed her lips, and just held her wand tightly and wouldn't let go.

Voldemort shook his head, and with a casual move, the wand in Snape's hand floated and fell steadily into Voldemort's hand.

"What a pity, but since you can't be used by me, I can't let you go back alive to inform others." Voldemort stroked the wand in his hand, filled with terrifying murderous intent.

But suddenly, Voldemort, who was about to kill Pansy, paused because he felt a dangerous breath coming from behind him.

"FusRoDah!"

With the roar of an explosion, Voldemort was blown into the air by the powerful shock wave, and behind where he was just now, Dudley was standing here with an open notebook in his hands.

"Sorry, Mr. Tom Riddle." Dudley wiped the blood from his mouth and said slowly: "The intermission is over. The battle between you and me can continue."

(To be continued)