Chapter 132 Albania

Chapter 132 Albania

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

There were not many people in the hotel. The magical world's attention was focused on England, and few people would travel to Albania.

There is really nothing to do here.

Italy across the sea and Greece to the east are both stronger than this country with nothing but forests.Those who are still here today are either old people who cannot walk or are abnormal.

A few days ago, one came to the hotel.

The almost 40-year-old woman seems to have a bad memory and forgets about everything. She often just talks to her a second ago and then turns around and forgets.But what does this have to do with old Eric?

If you give me enough Galleons, what will happen even if you are a wanted criminal?

"It looks like it's going to rain again." Old Mike, who always came to chat with old Eric, said, holding a glass of butterbeer.

It was specially prepared by Old Eric for him, and it didn't taste that sweet.

"The day has come." 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 there wasn't this store, I would go there."

"I won't go, I won't go. Haven't you heard that Britain has not been 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!"

"Nothing! It's over. It is said that the man was wrongly accused and he is not a Death Eater at all." Old Eric said with a smile.

"Really? When did it happen? Why didn't I hear about it?"

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

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

"It should still be possible, but the good seats are gone."

"That's okay!" Old Mike took a big sip and burped comfortably, "As long as you can see it."

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

With a deafening thunder, it started to rain.Old Mike checked the doors and windows again. As he gets older, he sometimes forgets whether he has closed the windows.

"Jingle Bell!"

The doorbell rang, and a short man opened the door and entered.He was wearing a gray round hat, his robe was very torn, and his boots were muddy.

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

"Yes, two xicos a night, with hot water."

"Open a room and give me some food, preferably a bowl of hot soup. The weather is awesome!"

"Three siekos in total."

The man took out Sanxico from his pocket and put it on the counter, then 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 and saw that his legs and feet seemed to be a little weak and he was limping.

Opening the door, Peter Pettigrew cast a cleaning spell on himself, but the effect was not very good.He had stolen this wand from a wizard's house, and he didn't take advantage of it.

"damn it!"

Cursing secretly, I found the bathroom, took a simple hot shower, dried my body carefully, and cast a cleaning spell on each piece of clothing before I was satisfied with it.

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 big spoonful 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 soon after.

Suddenly, a pain as if being bitten by countless ants hit him. Peter Pettigrew woke up directly and curled up unconsciously.This pain comes one after another like a wave, constantly changing.One second it was a biting pain, the next second it was like someone was hammering the bones one by one.

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

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

"Cleaned up..."

The cleaning spell had no great effect as always, but at least it got rid of all his sweat.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

He cursed softly, 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 and the person who is likely to inherit the master's career.Even if he ignored these, his extraordinary magical ability prevented him from having any thoughts of resistance or resentment.

For more than half a month, God knows how much he suffered before he fled from the UK to Albania, hiding all the way. If he hadn't been able to transform into a mouse, I don't know how long it would have been.

Two days ago, when the curse took effect for the first time, Peter Pettigrew almost fainted from the pain. It took him more than an hour to regain some strength afterwards.

At that time, he was still in Croatia and hurried to Albania without caring about being discovered.But after all, it was too late, and I had to endure this inhuman pain again.

"Take a day off, just take a day off. Tomorrow I will..." He secretly made up his mind that only his master could save him now.

After lying on the bed and relaxing for a while, Peter Pettigrew regained some strength.Pushing the door open and going downstairs, he needed to eat more.

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

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

"You are... Peter!" Peter looked up from eating a tasteless egg sandwich with a little doubt on his face.

"Oh my god! It's really you! Weren't you killed by...? Thanks to Merlin, it turns out you were alive all along!"

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

"Where have you been all these years? After that incident, they even awarded you a medal!" Bertha Jorkins kept chattering without seeing the ever-changing expression on Peter Pettigrew's face.

"Bertha, it's good to see you again. Stop talking about me. How have you been these past few years?"

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

"The Department of Magical Sports and Sports? They must be very busy right now. Why are you here?"

"Who knows? Mr. Crouch doesn't seem to like me. He gave me a holiday and asked me to go back after the World Cup." Bertha's expression suddenly seemed a little confused.

"Then why don't you go with me to the forest to the south? I want to find something very important." Peter's eyes stared directly at Bertha's eyes, as if there was a strange magic fluctuation in them.

"Whatever, I have nothing to do anyway." Bertha's eyes were a little dull, and she nodded in agreement. Suddenly, her eyes became a little bright again.

"What are you looking for?"

"Something very important to me..."