The snake's head bit Hoffa's bald head, but failed to bite him.

"Don't move."

Hoffa said, he slowly combined the two woven bags into one, then freed up a hand to grab Naniji's neck and twisted it gently.

The big snake let out a cry, hit the floor hard, and started twisting wildly.

Hoffa didn't want to break up with Tom. After all, he had something to ask for, so he didn't embarrass Naniji and dragged his tail towards the gap in the old porch. There was a steep staircase leading to the castle.

.He looked up at the darkness

It was a scary place, with the remains of ancient rough-hewn stone walls and stacks of coffins exuding a musty smell. Some of these coffins were made of lead, some were made of stone. They were stacked high against one wall, reaching up to

Arches and roofs hidden in shadow above.

The big snake Naniji may have been desperate, so he remained motionless and allowed him to drag him.

When we walked to the castle hall, suddenly a roar came from a distance: "Everyone is petrified!"

A blue spell shot from the shadows on the second floor.

Then there was a crazy bombardment of curses: "Broken to pieces, fainting, many obstacles, exhausted, Avada Kedavra..."

Colorful lights flashed randomly.

A round of magic bombing ended, and the hall was bombed into a mess.

Thick smoke billowed, and gravel and wood chips crackled and fell straight down.

In the corridor on the second floor, Peter Pettigrew was squatting on the ground, holding the wand in his palm, stretching it out from the middle of the guardrail, staring at the center of the hall with watery eyes.

I don't know if it was his hallucination, but he just saw a bald boy carrying a woven bag coming in from the outside, dragging Naniji's tail. This frightened him. He has lived for so many years and has not yet

I have seen such a strange scene.

You know, Naniji is more than ten meters long and can swallow an adult man in one meal, but now he is being dragged by his tail. What is the concept?

The dust has settled.

The hall was empty.

It was as if the person dragging Naniji's tail just now was just his imagination.

"Ha...ha..." Peter Pettigrew wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, licked his lips, and laughed: "What's going on? Are you too nervous lately?"

"Peter Pettigrew?"

A tentative question from behind made the short man's face turn pale, and he was almost petrified on the spot. After five or six seconds, he turned his head mechanically and little by little.
Chapter completed!