Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 82 The Punishment Shelf! The Little Gray Mouse Under Punishment!

"Who...who...are you?"

Peter Pettigrew, his eyelids drooping, asked listlessly.

"Peter Pettigrew, have you gone mad from being a mouse? You've even forgotten why you were a mouse in the first place?"

"You...you are...Harry...Potter!"

With Dudley's helpful suggestion, Peter Pettigrew recognized Harry's emerald green eyes and the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

Dudley said no more, gave a cold laugh, and released a burst of magic towards the cross and chains respectively. Little Star was immediately bound firmly to the bloodstained cross by the activated shackles and chains.

"what--"

The moment Peter Pettigrew was tied to the cross, he suddenly let out a pig-like scream.

Caught off guard, Dali was startled.

"What are you doing? We haven't even made a move yet!"

Dudley raised his hand and slapped Pettigrew hard with his cane. A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Pettigrew broke three ribs, suffered internal organ damage, and bled from the corner of his mouth.

Little Pettigrew's screams suddenly turned into muffled groans, filled with pain, and beads of sweat poured from his forehead.

"Something's not right! This reaction is strange!"

Dudley handed his cane to his cousin and went to examine the cross in the interrogation room.

With focused attention, the system's identification results were immediately displayed to Dali in the form of a semi-transparent panel.

【The Torture and Punishment Cross (Level B)】

[Item Description: A medieval torture device created by wizards. Those bound to this cross will suffer excruciating pain and torment. The executioner can adjust the level of pain by infusing the cross with magic.]

"There's such a good thing?"

Dudley was shocked. The House of Requirement was really amazing! Not only did they give him a free room, but they also gave him an antique treasure.

Without saying a word, Dudley immediately poured magic into the Cross of Punishment, randomly adjusting the level of pain.

Peter Pettigrew immediately let out a concerto of screams.

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Ahhh-"

"Hiss—"

"Gim!"

Dudley was engrossed in listening to the screams when Little Pettigrew suddenly went silent.

"Cousin, he's fainted from the pain!"

Harry stepped forward and checked Pettigrew's breath.

"What a piece of trash! Did you think I'd let you off the hook just because you passed out?"

Dudley said to Little Pettigrew, who was lying unconscious on the cross with his head drooping, "Heal quickly! Recover quickly!"

As two powerful healing and revival spells took effect, Little Pettigrew slowly awoke.

At this point, Dudley had already turned off the painful effects of the Punishment Cross.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

The little dwarf star woke up with a look of extreme terror on his face. Ignoring his injuries, poison, and pain, he desperately begged for mercy with all his might.

"Go to hell!"

When Harry saw Pettigrew begging for mercy, he immediately took the Smetine Cane that Dudley had given him earlier and started hitting Pettigrew’s rat-like face wildly.

While hitting him, she also cried and made accusations:

"It's all because of you! It's all because of you! Voldemort broke into my house and killed my parents! And you still have the nerve to beg for forgiveness? You even know you were wrong?!"

My cousin told me long ago that a bastard like you, once caught by the perpetrator, begs for mercy not because you know you're wrong, but because you know you're about to die!

I'll hit you! I'll hit you! I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!!!

Dudley stood aside, watching his cousin frantically unleash his attacks while tears streamed down his face. He felt a pang of sympathy, but his hands were not idle. He continued to cast healing and resurrection spells to heal Little Petrarch and prolong his life.

It would be too lenient to kill such a traitor in a few blows.

Pettigrew's rat face was slapped into a pig's head by Harry one moment and then healed back to a rat's face by Dudley's magic the next. This went on for more than fifty times before Harry finally stopped, panting heavily.

Little Pettigrew's mouthful of rat teeth had all been knocked out, his cheeks were red, swollen, festering, and bloody, and even a powerful healing spell couldn't bring him back to health.

Dudley's Smetine cane was also broken in two by Harry and fell to the ground.

"Sigh...sigh...sigh! I squeak...I'm doomed! Hey, Mrs. Wang...I'm terrified! I don't look like myself!"

(Don't kill me! I know I was wrong! The Dark Lord is too terrifying! I didn't mean to!)

Peter Pettigrew's will to survive was off the charts. Even after being beaten to a pulp, he still desperately begged for mercy with his toothless, rotten mouth. Dudley had to admire his perseverance.

"How did a coward like you get sorted into Gryffindor? Looks like even the Sorting Hat can fail sometimes!"

Dudley felt absolutely no pity for Littlepatch.

He pointed to the broken Smetin cane on the ground: "Restored to its original state!"

The broken cane immediately returned to its original shape and flew into Dudley's hands.

“Harry, take a break over there! We have plenty of time. The fact that Mr. Pettigrew is still begging for mercy instead of begging to die means we haven’t done our job properly!”

With a sinister smile on his face, Dudley gently shook his right hand, which was holding the cane, and the Smetin cane instantly transformed into a metal mace.

Little Pettigrew's eyes widened instantly, almost deformed like a mouse's, as he stared at the sharp glints of light reflecting off Dudley's spiked club, and let out a desperate roar:

"Mud...mud...the tonic pot is terrible!"

(Don't come any closer!)

An hour later.

The cross of punishment was completely stained red, and a large pool of blood flowed on the ground.

Peter Pettigrew was so emaciated that he was barely breathing.

Dudley channeled his magic, unleashing his full power, and unleashed ten powerful healing spells on Pettigrew, pulling the rat back from the brink of death once again.

(Note: In the Harry Potter universe, the underworld is known as the world behind the veil and is ruled by Death.)

Harry, who watched Dudley's execution from beginning to end, felt a great release of his pent-up hatred and frustration, and it was very satisfying.

Dali provides timely reminders:

"Harry, revenge is one thing, but remember, don't let this torturous pleasure consume you or corrupt your mind! You must cultivate a steadfast will that is not easily swayed, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Harry cast several calming spells on himself to compose himself.

Then he nodded solemnly to Dali: "I understand, cousin!"

"That's good!"

Dudley then turned his gaze to Peter Pettigrew, whose breathing had stabilized somewhat.

"Warm-up done! Time to practice your spells, you little gray mouse!"

"Capture the spirit and grasp the mind!"

Dudley stretched out his finger and drew a specific trajectory in the air, meticulously following the spellcasting techniques he had learned from Dumbledore during the holidays, as he peered into Peter Pettigrew's mind and memories.

Since Quirrell does not possess Legilimency or Occlumency, Voldemort's main spirit has never used Quirrell's wand to cast the corresponding spells.

Therefore, Dudley, who fused with the Quirrell Wand, did not gain the corresponding spellcasting skills.

He still needs to practice more to master the rather advanced magic 'Levitation'.