Furious Fudge (2 in 4000)

Behind him, when the dazed Pettigrew saw Madam Peter's tragic state, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. Suddenly, as if he had gone mad, he rushed forward and bit the Auror's right hand with his teeth…

"Aaaaah?! Let go, you lunatic!" The tall, skinny Auror did not expect this and accidentally got bitten. He immediately cried out in pain and hit the dwarf's head, trying to make him let go.

Mrs Peter did not miss this opportunity, and despite the pain in her stomach, she grabbed her wand and cast one last spell at the top of her lungs.

"Stupefy!"

The tall and thin Auror kicked Peter away. He did not have time to cast a spell, so he could only stare into Mrs Peter's eyes, hoping that the protective gloves would work.

Unfortunately, the spell's beam was not deflected this time, and Madam Peter's Fury-filled Smashing Charm had long since exhausted the protective glove's magic and could not be reused any time soon…

If only I had a protective ring…

An idea occurred to the Auror, and he fell unconscious under the curse.

Mrs Peter didn't have time to celebrate before she crawled over and found the key to the magical shackles…

"Quick… Pettigrew… my boy… come here, quick!" Mrs Peter cried excitedly to Pettigrew.

The dwarf's memory had become very chaotic, but he could still instinctively feel that the old witch in front of him was close to him, otherwise he would not have subconsciously attacked the Auror when she was injured, so he obeyed the order and moved closer…

Disregarding the injury to her abdomen, Mrs Peter freed the dwarf with trembling hands.

She then looked at the sky and her expression changed. She grabbed the dwarf by his clothes and shouted weakly.

"Please, remember something… transform into a mouse, they're coming… they're coming!"

"What? What are you talking about?" said Pettigrew, looking confused as memories flashed through his mind.

The Dementors had descended from the sky, sensing what was happening below, but the Aurors had the advantage and were not under orders to descend…

However, things were different now. These hideous creatures were swarming towards them like dogs on a grassland, ready to feast!

The sound of rushing wind filled the island, the excited cries of the Dementors…

Mrs Peter did her best to keep the dwarf under her as she whispered in his ear, begging him to save himself…

More and more memories emerged from the brain of the dwarf, but nothing connected.

Fortunately, his instinct for survival forced him to spontaneously spread his magic throughout his body. His body began to shrink until he took the form of a rat…

"That's great… Let's go… Let's go!" Seeing that Peter had finally transformed into his Animagus form, Mrs. Peter was so excited that tears streamed down her face.

However, the grayish-black rat hesitated, unwilling to leave. It even bit Mrs Peter's sleeve as if it wanted to drag her away.

"Don't… Don't worry about me… I'm very old and I'm about to die… You can't save me, just go! Hurry!" Madam Peter shook her head weakly. She knew very well how badly she was injured, and she could feel her vitality being sucked away.

The grey-black rat squeaked and seemed to hesitate, but Mrs Peter's voice grew weaker and weaker, and she finally fell silent, her head cocked to one side…

A great sadness settled over Pettigrew, and memories came flooding out of his head, although they were still jumbled…

"Who am I? Peter Pettigrew? A Death Eater?"

Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself, then shook his head as another fragmentary memory came to mind.

In his memory, he seemed to be groveling to a minor wizard, berating the Dark Lord for his brutal rule…

Disorderly memories caused his brain to experience pinpricks of pain, and when he saw the disgusting creatures rushing down from the sky, he fled the place without hesitation…

However, instead of running to the outside world, he headed to the interior of Azkaban.

Having recovered some of his faculties, Pettigrew was well aware that it would be impractical for a rat to swim away from the island, and that it would soon be caught and brought back to Azkaban.

Before Pettigrew could get far, the Dementors drifted back down, all of them furious and agitated.

Originally, they had sensed three tasty morsels beneath, but now two of them had simply vanished, and the last one was a Ministry Auror…

The enraged Dementors became more and more agitated, considering whether to kill the only living person present and suck out his soul…

However, just as they hesitated for a long time and were about to make up their minds, a ball of fire appeared out of thin air on the empty ground and exploded.

As the phoenix sang, the purple-robed, white-bearded figure emerged from the rising flames.

"It seems I'm a little late…" Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Aurors on the execution ground and Madam Peter, who was bleeding to death in her Auror costume, and quickly guessed what had happened.

Somewhat annoyed at Dumbledore's arrival, the Dementors swarm the old professor's soul and flee in terror…

For a ghostly blue phoenix flew from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and floated around, forcing the Dementors back into the sky.

After repelling the annoying creatures, Dumbledore took a few steps forward and examined Mrs Peter's death to see if he could find any clues.

At that moment, there were several more spatial fluctuations, and Fudge arrived with a large group of Aurors.

Fudge shuddered at the sight of the shackles and the fallen Auror…

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" Fudge was furious, and he was on the verge of losing his mind. If anyone found out that Peter Pettigrew had managed to escape during the execution, it would be the end of him!

"Albus?! What are you doing here? Were you the one who attacked the Aurors and Dementors and freed Peter Pettigrew?"

Fudge, nearly out of his mind, turned sharply to Dumbledore, anxious to find someone to blame.

"Cornelius!" Dumbledore said, frowning. "I think you should be able to understand what is happening here!"

"Perhaps you should also ask Mr. Aurors here!" Dumbledore said, waving his wand to remove the Stunning Spell on the Auror.

A moment later, the tall and thin Auror woke up. When he saw the people on the field, he looked terrified and hurriedly explained.

"Minister! Just now, Mrs Peter, the mother of Pettigrew, transfigured Jack with Polyjuice Potion…"

"I know! All you have to do is tell me where Peter Pettigrew is!" Fudge interrupted the tall, skinny Auror, practically forcing the words out of his mouth.

He had come at the request of Arnold, who had delivered the Portkey.

Fudge, however, expected to find Mrs Peter dead and Pettigrew in custody, or his soul taken by the Dementors…

He did not expect this outcome. Although Mrs Peter was dead as he had expected, the most important dwarf was missing!

This infuriated Fudge. How could a witch in her sixties or seventies save a condemned prisoner from the highly regulated Azkaban?

And this was in front of several Aurors and a large number of Dementors…

(PS: This is a 2-in-1 chapter with 4,000 words. Also, I would like to recommend a small book titled "All-round Singer Support System". Not many V-Class books can reach 800,000 words… Those who like virtual singers can check it out.)