HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 125 Death of Pettigrew

Crouch House -

The elf glanced at the blooming flowers outside the window. Although old Barty did not have to be responsible for the trial of Sirius, he had been busy with a lot of things recently.

The door opened and old Barty came out and put away his wand.

This year's Quidditch World Cup final was held in the UK. As the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, I had to negotiate with the Ministries of Magic of many countries.

There is also the restart of the Triwizard Tournament, which requires him to have a detailed discussion with the principals of the two magic schools.

"How is he doing lately?"

At home, Batty Sr. never mentioned his name or identity.

"The little master only eats and sleeps, there is nothing unusual."

Ever since he was shown the newspaper last time, little Batty suddenly became quiet. He no longer spoke ill of or abused Shanshan. Instead, he ate and drank well and rested, hardly speaking.

Sometimes he would sit by the bed with his eyes open, not knowing what he was thinking, but Shanshan didn't care about that, as long as his little master was safe.

"Well, continue to watch."

There is not much time left until the World Cup final in August. He is extremely busy at the Ministry of Magic and cannot come back often in the near future, so the frequency of casting the Imperius Curse on Barty Jr. will decrease.

"Make sure you keep an eye on him. If something goes wrong you won't have to serve the Crouch family!"

Shanshan was about to cry after hearing these words, but she nodded and said she understood.

During the two days he stayed at home, old Batty intensified the control of the Imperius Curse before he felt at ease to leave home.

Little Barty was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but his eyeballs moved from time to time. Knowing that Voldemort was definitely alive and someone might have found out his whereabouts, his brain, which had been controlled by the Imperius Curse for more than ten years, burst out with a strong will to resist.

In a struggle that became stronger day by day, he gradually gained control of his body, from his fingertips to his fingers and wrists.

Finally one night...

Little Batty suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the familiar ceiling. He had been lying here helplessly for more than ten years, staring at this ceiling countless times, and now he could finally be free.

He slowly turned his eyes and saw Shanshan sleeping on the floor.

Maintaining his previous breathing rhythm, Barty Jr. changed his posture very slowly and silently and stood up.

Winky never thought that the little master could break free from the Imperius Curse. Generally speaking, if there was anything she needed to do, little Barty would wake up as long as she made a big move.

A hand silently reached for the decorative ornaments in front of the bed, and when it was raised high and dropped, the sound of breaking through the air woke Shanshan up, but everything happened too fast, and Shanshan stopped moving with a dull thud.

Little Barty was worried and hit the elf a few more times. Seeing that he didn't know whether the elf was dead or alive, he sat on the ground and gasped.

It took me almost an hour from the time I opened my eyes to the time I finished all this.

With a sinister look in his eyes, he sat and rested for a few minutes, then stood up and found his mother's room according to his memory. He searched for a long time but didn't see what he wanted. Finally, he found it in old Batty's office.

Mother's magic wand.

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Azkaban -

The Auror on duty sat upright in the chair. In two days, Pettigrew would be executed for the Dementor's Kiss, so there were several elite Aurors taking turns to guard here.

Several Aurors were led by Kingsley Shacklebolt, who did not trust the Dementors and asked them to keep an eye on Pettigrew.

When the time came, the Auror who had been sitting there in a daze stood up, his mind only remembering the powerful command: "Send the other Aurors away and dig up all of Pettigrew's memories."

The wizard's eyes seemed to have returned to normal, and he immediately walked towards the prison, casting a spell to drive away two Dementors that were still far away.

In front of Pettigrew's cell, an Auror sat on a stool with a newspaper in his hand. Recent reports were all about the Quidditch World Cup, and the teams that would ultimately win were from Bulgaria and Ireland.

Once things are over here, they will prepare for the World Cup security patrol mission.

"Carl, you're here." The Auror put away the newspaper and checked the time. "It's indeed your turn. I'll be here after dinner. It will take about ten minutes."

The wizard named Carl nodded, looking calm, so he didn't need to bother sending people away.

As soon as the footsteps could no longer be heard, his expression changed immediately.

"Peter Pettigrew--" He squatted down and shouted at the curled up figure inside.

Pettigrew heard someone calling him, he looked up and saw it was the Auror on guard, he didn't understand why they were calling him suddenly.

"I'm really happy to see you in the newspaper." Carl's voice was flat, but it made people feel terrified for some reason. "The Longbottoms were not our first target, but you were reported dead at the time."

Pettigrew shrank into the corner in fear, unsure whether he was a Death Eater lurking in the Ministry of Magic or had been cast under the Imperius Curse.

If it was the Imperius Curse, then the person who cast it must be very powerful and must have issued more than one command.

The trembling Pettigrew immediately realized something and quickly crawled over from the corner, "Please, save me, you must have been ordered to save me!"

For fear of attracting other Aurors and Dementors, his voice was very soft, but full of fear of facing death.

Carl stood up expressionlessly and pointed his wand at him. Pettigrew trembled like a sieve, and the words for help were stuck in his throat.

He was cursed not to make any sound!

Soon a spell hit him, and Pettigrew fell to the ground, trembling, his body covered with bruises, unable to even beg for mercy.

After casting the Cruciatus Curse several times, Carl took out a narrow-mouthed bottle, pointed the tip of the wand at his temple and pulled it outwards. A silvery-white thread appeared and flowed into the bottle little by little.

After doing all this, he violently used his soul to read his mind.

"You still want to go out." Carl spoke as if he was following a set order. "In order to survive, you have to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to find your master. Fortunately, those idiots don't believe you. Voldemort doesn't need someone like you."

In Pettigrew's frightened eyes, all he saw was a beam of green light.

Before the other Auror came back, he walked out of Azkaban, nodded to the Aurors he met on the way, and then disappeared on the beach.

A few dozen kilometers away from Azkaban——

A small boat was parked here, and the range within which the Dementors could move was limited. With a father who worked in the Ministry of Magic, Barty Jr. knew very well where the limit of this 'safe' distance was.

With a defeated hand grabbing the edge of the boat, Carl climbed up and handed the narrow-necked bottle to little Batty like a puppet.

Little Barty smiled when he got the bottle, and then opened the memory he saw from Pettigrew to make sure everything was safe.

He soon got the information he wanted. Pettigrew's Animagus form gave him special abilities, allowing him to communicate with mice. A mouse told him that there was a terrible shadow lurking in the Black Forest of Albania.

Also, after Voldemort disappeared from the Potter family, the lost wand was taken by Pettigrew and is now hidden in a secret place.

Seeing these little Barty grinning grimly, he felt that his efforts to control Carl were worth it. However, when he looked up, he saw overwhelming Dementors and some black spots approaching, which should be the Aurors on the boat.

Little Batty cursed under his breath, immediately abandoned the boat, turned around and dived into the cold sea.

I hope everyone's attention will be focused on the Auror, buying him a little time.