Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 134 Albania

Old Eric stood behind the bar, wiping it with a dirty-looking rag.

There were not many people in the hotel, and the attention of the wizarding world was on England, and few people would travel to Albania.

There is really nothing to play here.

Italy, across the sea, and Greece to the east, are both stronger than this country, where everything but forests are forests.Those who are still here today are either old people who can’t walk, or they are abnormal.

A few days ago, one came to the hotel.

A woman who is about 40 years old seems to have a bad memory. She forgets everything and forgets about it. She often forgets when she turns around after talking to her in the last second.But what does that have to do with old Eric?
Garen is enough, so what if he is a wanted criminal?
"Looks like it's going to rain again," said old Mike, who always came over to chat with old Eric, holding a glass of butterbeer.

It was specially made by old Eric for him, and it doesn't taste so sweet.

"It's time too." Old Eric put the rag aside and poured himself a glass.

"Why didn't you go to England? That's the Quidditch World Cup. If it wasn't for this shop, I would go there."

"Don't go, don't go, haven't you heard that Britain is not very peaceful recently." Old Mike said, "It is said that a vicious Death Eater has escaped from prison, and the streets are full of dementors!"

"It's nothing! It's over. It is said that that person was wronged. He is not a Death Eater at all." Old Eric laughed.

"Really? When did it happen? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Just a few days ago." Old Eric and old Mike clinked glasses, "Didn't my kid go to England on a business trip a few days ago, and he mentioned it casually when he wrote a letter."

"That's it... Then I have to go and see, I don't know if it's too late to buy a ticket now."

"It should be too late, but the good seats are gone."

"That's okay!" Old Mike took a big sip and hiccupped comfortably, "It's fine if you can see it."

After chatting for a while, Old Mike left satisfied.Old Eric picked up the rag again and wiped the table that had been wiped countless times.

Accompanied by a deafening thunder, it began to rain.Old Mike checked the doors and windows again. As he got older, he sometimes forgot whether he had closed the windows or not.

"Jingle Bell!"

The doorbell rang, and a small man opened the door and entered.He wore a certain gray round cap, his robe was torn, and his boots were muddy.

"Is there any room available?" He spoke with a strong London accent.

"Yes, two Sikes a night and hot water."

"Open one and give me some food by the way, preferably with a bowl of hot soup, the weather is amazing!"

"Three Sickles in total."

The man took three Sickles out of his pocket and put them on the counter and took a key from old Eric.

"208, the innermost room, I'll send you food later."

The man nodded and went up the stairs to the second floor.Old Eric glanced at him, his legs and feet seemed to be a little inflexible, and he was limping.

Opening the door, Peter Pettigrew cast a cleansing spell on himself, but the effect was not very good.He had stolen the wand from a wizard's house, and had no luck with it.

"damn it!"

Cursing secretly, I found the location of the bathroom, simply took a hot shower, dried my body carefully, and cast a cleansing spell on each piece of clothing before I dressed satisfactorily.

Just in time, old Eric knocked on the door and brought food.A very simple meal, an egg sandwich, a bowl of vegetable soup and a tablespoon of mashed potatoes.

Peter Pettigrew was not picky at all, he wolfed down his stomach, then lay on his back on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Suddenly, the pain seemed to be bitten by countless ants, Peter Pettigrew woke up directly, curled up unconsciously.This kind of pain is like waves in the ocean, wave after wave, and it is still changing.The last second was the pain of biting, and the next second was like being hit by someone with a hammer on the bones one by one.

He didn't dare to yell out, he bit the cup tightly in his mouth, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.

It took a full 5 minutes for the pain to subside, and Peter Pettigrew let go of the quilt he had been biting on, panting heavily.

"Clean up..."

The cleansing spell didn't do much good, as usual, but at least it got rid of his sweat.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

He cursed softly in his mouth, but he didn't dare to complain at all in his heart.Their identities are different.

One is a humble servant, while the other is a student recognized by the master, who is likely to inherit the master's career.Even ignoring these, the extraordinary magical ability made him unable to think of resistance or resentment.

It has been more than half a month, and God knows how much he suffered before he fled from England to Albania, hiding and hiding all the way, if he could not transform into a mouse, I don't know how long it would have been delayed.

Two days ago, when the curse took effect for the first time, Peter Pettigrew nearly passed out from the pain, and it took more than an hour after the incident to regain some strength.

At that time, he was still in Croatia, and he hurried to Albania regardless of being discovered.But after all, it was too late, and I endured this inhuman pain again.

"Take a day off, just take a day off, tomorrow I will..." secretly made up his mind, now only the master can save him.

After lying on the bed for a while, Peter Pettigrew regained some strength.Pushing the door down, he needed something to eat.

There were only two people in the hall, old Eric still behind the bar, and a woman enjoying dinner.

Peter swallowed silently, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time.But he didn't dare to eat it. Although he stole the Galleons in his hand, he had to save them and spend them on his master.

"You are...Peter!" While eating a tasteless egg sandwich, Peter raised his head with a little doubt on his face.

"Oh my God! It's really you! Didn't you get killed by...? Thank you Merlin, so you've been alive all this time!"

"Long time no see, Bertha." Peter Pettigrew recognized the woman, who was her former senior.

"Where have you been all these years? After the incident that year, they even awarded you a medal!" Bertha Jorkins chattered endlessly, not seeing the ever-changing expression on Peter Pettigrew's face.

"Bertha, it's good to see you again. Don't talk about me. How have you been all these years?"

"Me? It's not bad. I entered the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and I have been switching between various departments over the years. Now I work in the Department of Magic and Sports..."

"Magic and Sports Department? You should be very busy right now, why are you here?"

"Who knows? Mr. Crouch doesn't seem to like me. He gave me a vacation and asked me to wait until the World Cup is over before going back." Bertha's expression was suddenly a little dazed.

"Then why don't you go with me to the forest in the south, I want to find something very important." Peter's eyes stared straight at Bertha's, and there seemed to be a strange magic wave in it.

"Whatever, I'm fine anyway." Bertha's eyes were a little dull, she nodded her head in response, and suddenly, her eyes became bright again.

"What are you looking for?"

"One thing that is very important to me..."

　And~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)