Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 272: Punishment

"His..." Nagini's cold letter licked on Peter Pettigrew's bumpy face.

This is a gloomy cave with many black stalactite-like rocks hanging upside down. Drops of water flow down the rocks, and there is a ticking sound on the ground. Under the silence, this sound is particularly harsh. .

"Are you awake? Wormtail?" A cold voice rang in Peter Pettigrew's ear.

The man lying on the ground was agitated, and he immediately rolled from the ground, and squatted under Voldemort's feet in fear.

Voldemort was sitting on a stone seat at this time, which should have been conjured by Transfiguration, and the Dark Lord was looking coldly at Peter Pettigrew at his feet.

"My resurrection, announcing the return, is so closed, isn't it? I was beaten up by that nasty old man. I was like a bereaved dog. Voldemort had never been humiliated like this. For this hatred, I would use blood. Come and wash."

"Master, you are only making a temporary mistake this time. I will soon get used to this body." Peter Pettigrew said flatly.

"Interesting, you are not only stupid, but also very forgetful, Wormtail, have you forgotten something?" Voldemort asked coldly.

Peter Pettigrew shivered again.

"The blood of the enemy?" Voldemort murmured. "I think the use of Harry Potter's blood as a medicine can give me a stronger power than before. To me, no enemy is more significant than him."

"But what shocked Voldemort happened. What he didn't expect was that the servant's blood was stained on the servant's flesh and blood. What he did not expect was that his servant actually regarded him as an enemy."

"I disrupted all my plans because of you, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was frighteningly cold at this time.

"Forgive me, Master, forgive me." At this time, Peter Pettigrew's tears and snot began to intertwined on his face, unspeakably disgusting, and knocked his head like garlic.

He struggled and crawled towards Voldemort's feet, hoping to get mercy from his master.

"Nagini, you still have a good fortune after all, don't you?" Voldemort moved his feet to avoid Peter Pettigrew's pleading.

This fierce python has already started to wriggle, and the body connected with the snake's head is gradually wrapping around Peter Pettigrew's calf.

"Master, no, master, I'm still useful, I'm still useful, please, give your faithful servant another chance!" Pettigrew Peter begged incoherently, but his body didn't dare to make a single trace of it. Revolt.

This will only die faster.

"Faithful? This is the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard." Voldemort stretched out his pale and slender fingers and looked up silently, not looking at the pudgy, pudgy creature again.

The calves, thighs, waist...neck, Nagini's cold body is sliding continuously, winding upwards, and tightly touching the body of Peter Pettigrew.

"Lord...people" Peter Pettigrew only felt a smooth and cold touch on his neck. Nagini's body almost enveloped Peter, and Peter Pettigrew showed only his head at this time. .

He felt that his lungs had gradually lost its function, and he could no longer breathe outside air. At this time, his pale face turned into a painful purple-red color like pig liver.

Nagini began to shrink his body.

"Oh." Voldemort sighed. "For so many years, I have not only been thinking about how to make a comeback, but also about another question, how can I achieve the greatest pain? Torturing mudbloods and ordinary Muggles, How can they make them feel desperate?"

"Heart-drilling curse? No, it just magnifies the pain that people feel countless times, and the nerves become numb after the pain reaches the extreme, um...it seems to be the case, I have met several such disobedient wizards, The willpower is amazing. I tortured them with the "heart-drilling curse", and they were able to hold on without begging for mercy. In the end, it seemed that they didn't feel any pain. Even if it was an enemy, they still won the respect of Voldemort."

"Then I guess, how does physical pain compare to mental pain?" Voldemort began to triumphantly recall his past.

"For me, death is the most painful existence. How shameful and terrifying it is." Voldemort's slender fingers were clenched into fists at this time.

"Stupid people, they don't seem to think so. They think that illusory things like "love" and "sacrifice" can overcome death?"

"If this is the case, why did the boy's parents still die? Why didn't they completely defeat me and gave me a chance to live on?" Voldemort didn't seem to care about recalling that humiliating past.

"Well, let me return to the subject, after all, your life has run out of time." Voldemort sneered, his dark eyes staring at the entangled little dwarf Peter, "I said just now. Physical torture doesn’t seem to be the ultimate, right?"

"Those hard bones... Don't beg for mercy even if you have been cast a heart-piercing curse..." Voldemort's pale face showed an extremely happy expression, and he smiled grimly.

"I cast an Imperius Curse on them, let them kill each other, and then relieve them after each of them suffered fatal injuries."

"Comrades fighting together, sorcerers who advocate sacrifice and dedication, killed their companions by themselves. It is really interesting."

"The expression of despair, shock, pain, and helplessness is really hard to describe, but can I smell a scent of hatred in the air at the time, hate me, or hate myself?"

Voldemort shook his head. "I don't know." A cold voice echoed in the cave.

"Ah, I seem to have created a new technique today." Voldemort's slender and pale fingers pressed a black stone in front of him, making a dull sound.

"Heart-drilling curse? To you?" Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew and shook his head again. "This is a waste. I suspect that you can't bear it at all, and then fainted. This is not up to my punishment. Purpose."

"Nagini's strength will be controlled. He will not strangle you to death all at once. Don't worry, you will feel the passing of your life bit by bit in the process of being extremely awake. , This should be the most appropriate punishment for you who betrayed your friends because you are greedy for life and fear of death."

"Betrayal did not bring you any bright future~IndoMTL.com~Because of your stupidity, right?"

"Lord..." Peter Pettigrew's eyeballs were bulging scary at this time. They were bloodshot and covered with bloodshot eyes, as if they would be squeezed out to fall to the ground at any time, and the whole body began to make rattling noises. This is The bones began to misalign under the twisting effect of Nagini.

His begging for mercy was only halfway through, and was stopped by the tighter snake body.

"It's a thorn." This may be the sound of broken bones.

The little dwarf Peter, who has never resisted, actually started shaking his hand at this time, struggling with all his strength.

But this is futile.

Most wizards, after losing their wands, are no different from Muggles, and even behave even worse, because they are used to relying on extraordinary powers to solve small problems in life.

If Nagini had a chance to escape when he just wrapped Peter's body, now, when Nagini has wrapped Peter's neck, even if Voldemort is not present, Peter has already been sentenced. death penalty.

The survival flame in the turbid eyes of Peter Pettigrew gradually extinguished. He felt that he had completely lost the ability to breathe, he lost the ability to think, and instinctively wanted to unlock Nagini with his hands. Part of the body around the neck, but can't move at all.

Because his hands have long been imprisoned.

"I'll go out and breathe, Nagini, remember to eat clean, and I will come back to deal with other things later." Voldemort glanced at Pettigrew Peter, then dumbly tapped his wand, and a stone door responded. While opening, the man dragged his robe and walked out.

"Uh...ah..." This is the last voice of Peter Pettigrew left in the world. )Download the free reader!!