Chapter 468: Death Eaters Who Ask for Forgiveness, Punishment for Living Is Worse than Death!!

Bode saw Peter and looked very frightened, he and Buck had just talked about Peter, this star actually appeared here, it was really old.

Being able to fight his master and cut off one of Voldemort's arms, such a strength, he did not think he had the slightest hope of victory.

Looking at peter as he approached, Bode was nervous, thinking about how to escape from here, and then quickly reported the incident to Voldemort.

"You're quite loyal, and you haven't forgotten to inform your master yet."

Peter smiled and said, "It's just that a wise person like you can choose to become Voldemort's servant, it's a pity." "

Bode looked at Peter's menacing gaze, knew that his thoughts were being read by the other person, quickly shifted his gaze, and then quickly closed his brain.

Then he took a deep breath and fired a death curse at Peter, then grabbed the bone whistle and blew it desperately, and the whistle made a sound with eerie magic that made the person who heard it feel dizzy. The Dementors, as if they were under control, rushed towards Peter again without hesitation. At the same time, Bode took advantage of the fact that Peter was besieged by many Dementors and fled.

Peter looked at Bode, who wanted to escape, sneered, his body shook slightly, and the two split apart, grasped the wand that Peter threw over, and said it.

Focusing on the Dementors again, Peter sensed the strangeness of the Dementors, which looked a little different from Azkaban's Dementors, all of them irrational. And under the control of that bone whistle.

Peter's patron saint slaughtered the Dementors in all directions, as if into no man's land, biting and killing the dementors around them. It took more than an hour for the battle to finally stop. At this time, the feather snake guardian spirit had become very dim, but its record was also remarkable, only to see that the ground was already full of dementors' broken cloaks. Even the cold environment has warmed up a little.

Peter retracted the patron saint and looked at some of the Dementors who were hiding him in the distance, these Dementors were different from the previous irrational Dementors, they looked very clever, they were not controlled by the bone whistle, but hid in the small castle on the island.

However, at this time he did not have time to think about these Dementors, and instead looked at the mist in the distance, because he sensed that the doppelgangers had returned.

In a few moments, the two Peters emerged from the fog, and behind them, the Death Eater Bode was tied motionless, floating in mid-air with a floating spell.

"You've worked hard!"

Peter looked at Bode behind him and smiled at the two of them.

"It's weird to say hard to yourself."

The two doppelgangers smiled and said that the two of them approached Peter and quickly melted into the body.

Peter smiled helplessly, then looked at Bode, who could only move his eyes, and untied the restraints on his mouth, "Now we can have a good chat, can't we?" "

"Peter York, as long as you let me go, I am willing to be your servant!"

Bode said, with a look of surrender, "I am the heir of the Bode family behind the Overturning Alley, as long as you let me go, I can help you gather the forces of the Overturning Alley and become a tool for your hands." "

"Tipping Alley?"

Peter was a little surprised to hear this, and then suddenly realized that the place of Overturning Alley was mixed with fish and dragons, dark wizards were everywhere, and the Ministry of Magic pujing had tried many times to rectify Overturning Alley without success, it seemed that the forces behind these were secretly operating.

"You answer me some questions first, and if I'm satisfied, I can consider not killing you."

Peter said quietly, "I wonder why Voldemort bred Dementors in large numbers?" What is he going to do? "

When Bod heard this, his face was ugly, and he hesitated for a moment, looking at Peter's indifferent eyes, his body could not help but look at him, and said with difficulty: "We don't know the Lord... What the Dark Lord was going to do, he just gave us some Dementors, and then let us go to the place of the eccentrics, use Muggle souls to breed Dementors, and when they reached a thousand, they informed Bella Kreuz. "

"Give it to you?" So, there are others who have adopted a group of Dementors like you, and then took charge of a large number of reproductions? "

Peter frowned and continued to ask

"Yes, there were several other people who were also given the Dark Lord's mission, but their positions were elsewhere, and they all required a full stream of reproduction before they could go back."

Bode replied.

"As far as I know, there are only a few Muggles in this town who have been sucked into souls by Dementors. Where did the souls you fed the Dementors come from? Peter asked coldly. "

"Yes... We had captured them from a few small towns and villages next door, and the Dark Lord had told us not to attract the attention of the Muggle government, so we scattered our muggles and took them to the island to feed the Dementors. "

Bode said, "It's just that these Dementors are not very easy to control, and they are very greedy, and several times when we are not paying attention, they have sucked the souls of several people in the town, attracted the attention of the Muggle government, sent people over several times, and finally we used the magic lake to get over..."

"Hen, you're still pretty smart."

Peter sneered that he had decided not to keep this Death Eater after the inquiry, and actually took the lives of more than six hundred ordinary people, which can be said to be mad, "Now, tell me, where are the other places where you raise Dementors?" "

Bode shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I don't know, we are not allowed to know the location of others, only Bella Cretes has gained the trust of the Dark Lord and is responsible for contacting us personally." "

"Then it looks like you don't know anything."

Peter said lightly, and then the corners of his mouth were slightly ticked, "So you don't have any use!" "

Bode heard something was wrong and struggled with a look of horror, "You want to kill me?

You don't talk about credit, you promised to let go of my bundle! "

Peter sneered at the struggling Bode and said, "I said that if you satisfy me, I can consider letting you go." But the problem is that you don't know what you ask, which makes me very dissatisfied. (The king's and you've killed so many people, if I don't kill you, my conscience will be troubled!) "

Raising the wand in his hand, the tip of the wand glowed green.

"No, I don't want to die, please, spare me!" I have a lot of golden gallons, you just let me go, they are all yours. I can swear to you that I will be a slave all my life, like a house-elf who obeys you..."

Bode shouted in horror.

Peter stopped the wand in his hand, and in Bode's happy eyes, he smiled and said, "I almost forgot, if you use the Death Curse, you will be dead a hundred, there is no pain at all, this bed is too cheap for you." "

"When I think about it, I still think it's better to let you live, and it's better to live longer than anyone else, and it's better to live than to die!" What do you think? "

Listening to Peter's slow words, Bode's eyes widened, and he looked at the smiling Peter in front of him in fear, as if he had seen a demon in hell...

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