Chapter 422: Break Free of Control! Crazy old man!!

Peter put down the foie gras, looked at the frightened house elf, and asked with concern, "Nana, what's wrong?" Unwell? "

Nana shook her head, her big eyes full of horror, covering her mouth and allowing herself to speak, but constantly shaking her head, her eyes full of tears.

Paton, another house-elf beside him, was now shrinking into a pool, trembling as if he had done something wrong.

"What to eat!"

Heyman looked at the two house-elves and scolded angrily, "Sir, pity you, let you sit at the table and eat with him, but now you have disturbed his dinner, and immediately go back to punish yourself!" "

Then Heyman turned around and said apologetically, "Sorry sir, these house-elves are always unfamiliar and have betrayed your kindness." Leave them alone, go ahead and enjoy dinner, the foie gras won't taste good if it's cold. "

Peter looked at the two shrunken house elves, especially Nana, who had been in charge of taking care of him for the past few days, and looked at him with pleading eyes, shaking his head all the time, as if pleading for something but unable to speak.

"Sir, try this swear onion soup, it tastes good."

Heyman brought up another fragrant soup and said enthusiastically.

Then he turned his head and said coldly, "Don't leave here yet, the province will disturb Mr. Dinner again!" "

"Don't drive them, Heyman."

Peter said plainly, the smile in his eyes did not touch the bottom, he swept the food on the table, "You are too anxious Heyman, so it is easy to expose your own thoughts." "

"Sir, what are you talking about?" I don't understand. "

Heyman had a blank expression.

"I said let you drink the soup in front of me," Peter pointed to the onion soup that came over, and then inserted the foie gras with a dining knife, "or eat it!" "

"Huh? Oh well, sir! "

was dazed at first, then replied with a puzzled nod.

He stepped forward, scooped up the soup with a spoon, and brought it to his mouth, as if he wanted to drink it.

But suddenly smashed the spoon directly at Peter and quickly drew his wand, "Arvada."

Peter sat indifferently in his chair, the spoon and the soup stopped in mid-air in front of him.

With another wave of his hand, the tablecloth climbed directly onto Heyman's body, quickly wrapping him tightly, directly interrupting his casting and enveloping his mummified body.

With a red light, the napkin on Heyman's body was instantly torn to pieces, revealing the breathless Heyman Rozier inside, who stared at Peter with hatred, and the wand pointed directly at him.

"When did you find out?"

Heyman Rozier gasped and gritted his teeth as he glanced at the two trembling house-elves beside him, "Or did they tell you?" These two unripe guys! Actually dared to betray the grip, really should have been disposed of early! "

"Then you guessed wrong, old fellow."

Peter shook his head and smiled, "Although they just wanted to remind me that they were going to eat these puppet potions on the table, since you are their master, they can't speak." "

"You have practiced the brain occlusion technique wrongly over the years, and you have actually constructed a fake memory to confuse my dementor."

Peter praised, "At first I was deceived by your brain occlusion technique, thinking that the puppet potion potion in your body was still working, and I was loyal to me. "

"But you are too anxious, although you have not been working on food right away for a few days, but you may want to control me urgently, so there are some things in your words and deeds that do not match those controlled by the puppet potions."

Peter stood up and said.

"The biggest problem is the attitude towards house-elves, and you may be used to calling them away, so you're still arrogant after I showed sympathy for house-elves. Rather, I should still love Ya and Wu like a person who is completely loyal to me. This makes me suspect that you have broken free of the puppet potion's control. "

"Haha......... I didn't expect that I had carefully prepared for so long, but it was planted on the house-elf! What a failure! "

Heyman said remorsefully, and then stared at Peter with dead eyes, his eyes widening, "Peter York! You damn, dirty mud seed! Five years ago you killed my son and took control of me, turning me into your puppet and listening to you like a dog! I have opened the magic array of Rozier Manor, and today I will drag you to the funeral with me, even if I can't kill you! "

As soon as the words fell, I could only see the sky above the manor outside, a huge magic array shrouded in the sky, like a sphere constantly shrinking, the surrounding things were constantly deformed by the ball volume, if you don't stop it, I'm afraid the entire manor will be compressed!

Peter knocked on the outside, his expression still did not fluctuate, but instead praised: "It is really worthy of the magic family, even the magic array has been made." "

"But, old fellow, I'm afraid you won't be able to realize your idea of ending up with me!"

Peter looked at the mad Heyman Rozier, "But I can see your heart, as long as I catch you, this formation is not a problem." "

"Want to catch me? Dream! "

Rozier roared madly, then waved his wand, "Avadasso! Avada's life........."

The green light of the Dao Dao was deadly and came towards Peter.

Peter dodged a few times, and the surrounding tables and chairs automatically flew in front of him to block the attack, blocking these deadly spells.

Peter looked at the tables and chairs shattered by the Death Curse, and with a wave of his wand, the wood fragments flew into the air and turned into countless sharp blades, and as his hand pressed, countless blades shot at Heman Rozier like a rain of knives.

Heyman Rozier was stunned and quickly propped up the protective cover, but still let a few blades cut the wound, and blood left from the wound.

Then Peter's next wave of attacks rushed over, and the draperies decorated around him quickly rolled into countless pythons, biting the hands and feet of Heman Rozier, and under the control of Peter's wand, they dragged him into the air, like a dead person bound by a cobweb.

"Now, old fellow, can you stop the magic array outside?"

Peter smiled and walked up, looking at Heyman Rozier, who was wrapped around the drapery.

"Dreaming! You will die with me today!" "

Heyman Rozier glared at him with red eyes, and then laughed, "Your Dementor Can't Break Through My Brain Occlusion Technique, and phantom transfiguration is forbidden here, you can't escape!" "

Peter picked up the wand that belonged to Heyman Rozier and walked over to him with a chuckle, "I'm surprised that you were able to break through the puppet potion, but I want to try to control you again if I add a lot?" "

Heyman Rozier's pupils narrowed, but then he smiled triumphantly, "The puppet potions are all hidden by me, you can't find them, in a few minutes, this place will be destroyed, you don't have time to look for them." "

Peter looked at him like an idiot, and then with a wave of his wand, the already cluttered room quickly returned to its original state, and even the previous table food was neatly arranged there.

With a flick of the wand, the onion soup floated to Peter's side.

"Thank you for preparing so much food with the puppet potion for me, and I'll give it back as I am now!"

Peter smiled and saw the soup in the basin rise out of thin air and turn into a thin, long stream flowing into the mouth of Heman Rozier.

"These doses of puppet potions should be able to make you obedient."

Heyman Rozier looked at the soup in front of him in horror, desperately trying to struggle, as if he was about to be forced to drink poison, but his head was fixed by magic and he could only watch the soup flow to his mouth, he had already tasted the onion soup.

"Please, Peter York!"

Hayman Rozier finally collapsed, "I beg you to kill me, I don't want to become a puppet in a vacuum, as long as I kill me, I am willing to unlock the magic circle and give you all the family property of the Rozier family!" "

Peter looked at him pitifully, chuckled and shook his head, "It's okay! "

"If you had calmly fought me before, I might have killed you mercifully, but now I want you to live well and be my most heartfelt servant!"

Peter's words were light, but in Heyman's ear they were like the voice of the devil.

"Kill me!" I've already practiced the resistance of golem potions, and even if you give me more drinks, I'll break free after a while, and then I'll use the power of the Rozier family, even if I overthrow the magic world, I'll fight you to the death! "

Heman Rozier felt the soup flow into his throat like a thin snake, roaring viciously, and his eyes were full of death.

After Listening, Peter laughed softly and said indifferently, "You don't have to worry about this, I forgot to tell you, I am still a memory master, you should have quietly inquired about me over the years, you should know that I woke up the deranged Longbottoms." I will reshape a complete memory for you during this time, and you will only remember that I am your master. Paired with the Golem Potion, you should be able to re-transform into the very loyal Rozier. "

"You devil! I curse you......... Cough cough cough..."

As the soup was finished, other foods flew over and automatically flew into Heyman's mouth and into his throat.

After only a few moments, the look of hatred on Heyman Rozier's face gradually disappeared, and then became dazed, and when his eyes focused again, the look in Peter's eyes was full of reverence.

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