"I like people who are punctual. I hope you didn't forget to bring blood food."
A female voice sounded in the darkness without warning. Peter's hand shook and he almost dropped the dimly glowing pocket watch on the ground.
Glancing at the second hand that just crossed the top, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had arrived early enough. If he had missed the transaction with the other party, death would have been a beautiful luxury for him.
"Great Master, your servant has prepared blood food."
Peter took out the magic bag from his arms and threw it out, and a panicked "moo" sound suddenly sounded in the depression.
When returning from Albania, Peter visited a cattle farm and took away more than a hundred cattle, large and small.
The past few days of hunger and fright have made the spirit of the cattle a little sluggish, but every cow is clean and has obviously been washed.
"The energy level is too low, and the quantity is a bit small, so you can barely pass."
"Hecate" looked at the cattle with a hint of disgust. After she finished speaking, a dark green light glowed on her body, gradually condensing into a curtain of light and shrouding the "blood food".
Peter hurriedly avoided the range of the light curtain. He didn't want to test whether the other party would swallow him together when chewing the cattle.
After escaping the suddenly accelerating lights with an awkward leap, Peter rolled and fell into the depression, his fat body covered with white cobwebs.
"Click~"
Along with the harsh sound of broken glass, Peter saw a large deep area appear in the light curtain, like a portal or a huge mouth, covering the frightened cattle.
After a while, the light curtain disappeared, "Hecate" was still in place, but the cattle had disappeared.
Peter felt that the temperature nearby seemed to have risen a bit, and there was a pungent smell of sulfur surrounding him.
"The flesh and blood of these mortal things have some special uses, and I will give you a gift."
You?!
After hearing "Hecate"'s words, Peter was shocked. Could it be that she was right...
"Ahahaha~"
The standard queen's laughter echoed in the air, and it seemed that she felt happy by fooling mortal beings.
"The little thing on your body is very interesting. Let me think about it, um, how about a life span of fifty years? No matter who you sacrifice to the other, you can get a life span of fifty years."
"Hecate" stopped laughing and stared at Peter with wide eyes. If you only looked at the upper half of his face, he looked really innocent.
However, the twisted curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to reveal the deepest malice.
The rich breath of life floated around Peter. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling that new power was injected into his body. The fatigue of waiting in anxiety for half a night was gone, which seemed to prove that the other party's "fifty years"
The promise of "life span" is true.
Peter's heart was beating wildly. This proposal was a huge temptation for him. Not to mention that it also came with a life span of fifty years, just getting rid of Voldemort was the biggest benefit.
But the next second Peter's heart stopped beating, and he remembered that although the ownership of the heart was still in his hands, it had fallen into the control of others.
What he should be worried about most now is not how to sacrifice the Dark Lord, but praying that Voldemort will not sacrifice him because he is still useful.
"Hello, great being, I..."
A hoarse voice sounded from Peter's chest and abdomen. At this time, he was extremely frightened. But when his heart stopped beating, he completely lost control of his body. He couldn't even blink, let alone speak in advance to let "Heka"
"Intuit" took Voldemort away.
Suddenly, a dark wave came from the direction of Hogwarts. Peter was struggling to regain control of his body when he heard a piercing scream coming from in front of him.
"Ah~~~"
The arrogant goddess in black who was manipulating people's hearts just now turned into a black mist in front of Peter's eyes.
"Aeneas Scamander destroyed the object, which was a black torch. Relight it, or build an altar to perform the ceremony. I will come again and give you more rewards, tenfold.
Reward..."
The black mist formed by "Hecate" kept stirring, but finally disappeared without a trace after a "bang~" sound. Apart from the echoing roar, only a yellowed page of paper was seen falling from the air. p>
Uh...
Peter stared blankly at the paper that fell on the ground, and his thinking fell into a brief pause.
"Dong dong~dong dong~"
Until the sound of his heart beating sounded, Peter was still in a daze and couldn't come to his senses.
What just happened?
Where is Hecate?
What about the reward?
Looking at the Forbidden Forest, it was as calm as ever. The light curtain that had just covered the scene of swallowing a hundred cattle seemed to be just a figment of his imagination. Except for the pieces of paper blown away by the wind, there was no trace of "Hecate"'s visit.
.
Hmm?
Paper!
Peter quickly waved his wand, pulling back the page that was about to fly away and catching it in his hand.
"Show it to me, quickly."
The sudden hoarse voice made Peter feel cold, as if he was back to the time when he was under someone's control.
The feeling of cardiac arrest is not easy to endure, and having life and death in human hands makes his mouth full of bitterness.
Peter knew that if Ani hadn't happened to extinguish Hecate's torch, he might have become a sacrifice, and Voldemort would appreciate the increased life span while laughing wildly.
It’s so embarrassing!
What's even more worrying is that now he doesn't even dare to show a trace of dissatisfaction and anger, and has to act quickly according to the other party's orders.
Controlling his emotions, Peter grabbed the page with one hand and struggled to lift his robe with the other hand, revealing a large piece of fat belly.
He pulled the robe up again, and finally revealed a terrifying scene.
There is a triangular snake head on the man's left chest!
"Bring the paper over here, hurry up, bring over the paper."
The snakehead spat out the letter and growled, urging, and Peter quickly took the paper to the front of the snakehead.
"Idiot, you took it down."
Voldemort roared again, this idiot is his most incompetent servant, bar none.
Peter dropped the paper with an innocent look on his face. It was full of inexplicable lines and symbols. It was his fault that he couldn't understand it.
Of course Voldemort would not care about his servant's thoughts, but the most important problem was that he could still understand the magical context of the altar on the page. He had seen some of the structure in Slytherin's secret room, but the words and symbols on it were beyond his comprehension.
I’ve never seen it before, so I have no idea what it means.
Lines of writing are neatly arranged on the left side of the paper. The symbols at the back are mostly repeated. They look like numbers and units of measurement. They are probably a list of materials needed to build an altar.
Seeing this, Voldemort has given up hope of rebuilding the altar. Even if he understands the meaning of the words, the corresponding materials may not exist on the Blue Star. If you want to see Hecate, you must either find the destroyed torch or get it from Ai