Chapter 609: Peter's Fantastic Dreamland

Peter didn't dare to go home until late at night. He didn't want his parents to see his nose bruised and face swollen after being bullied.

It's ridiculous to say that his father was a boxing expert, but he was bullied by others in school.

But in fact, there is no conflict between the two. When Peter was young, his father had a conflict with others, and the furious father hammered the other party into hell with one punch.

Crying and kneeling on the ground begging the other party not to die, but it was useless, so he was arrested and sent to jail.

Faced with high debts and a sickly son since childhood, the mother can only do some not-so-dignified jobs.

In such a family environment, Peter could not hold his head up when he was ridiculed by others since he was a child. The son of a cousin and a murderer, others always said that, although he was sensible and knew his mother's hard work, he gradually developed a cowardly personality. character.

And because of malnutrition, there is no way to grow tall like his father, and he is as thin as a chicken.

After his father was released from prison, he carried the family on his shoulders. Peter was grateful for all this, and the family could finally live a normal life.

It’s okay to be bullied occasionally. My father said that when Peter finishes his high school studies and enters university next year, he will take his whole family away from this sad place.

The children of the poor have long been in charge of the family, and Peter does not want any further changes in his life. He studies hard, goes to other cities to study at university, and settles down in other cities. All these good things can be achieved in only half a year.

Sneaking back to his room, Peter carefully found transparent tape to stick his "Spider-Man" comic book, and then wiped off the stains on the Spider-Man figure and comic book with a semi-dry damp cloth.

Preciously putting them on the bed, Peter went to take a shower.

It's time to go to bed, he told himself, otherwise he won't be refreshed in class tomorrow.

Others can learn happily, but he can't. He knows that reading is the only way to change his life.

From ancient times to the present, no matter where in the world, this truth is the simplest truth-knowledge changes destiny.

It's just that he couldn't sleep today, he tossed and turned on the bed, finally turned on the desk lamp, turned over and sat up, put on his glasses, and looked at the so-called 'Christmas present' that he had just thrown in the corner.

He swallowed, with some anticipation and some fear, that 'Santa Claus' doesn't look like a good person.

In the end, he still couldn't resist the itch in his heart, so he opened the gift box.

"Ah~" Peter whispered in disappointment.

"It's really a helmet."

Randomly picked up the helmet from the box, he looked over it over and over again, the helmet is very light, as if made of foam, knocked, a little elastic, not like plastic or metal, but firmer his thoughts.

The helmet looks black, and if you look closely, you can see streaks of purple or blue streamers in the reflection.

"It's a nice paint finish."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized that the so-called 'Santa Claus' probably felt that he was being beaten violently, so he gave himself a helmet to protect his head.

"..."

Peter was speechless.

but……

helmet.

He couldn't help but think of the playboy in school, who often rode around on a handsome motorcycle with different beauties.

Unfortunately, he is not Peter in "Spider-Man", he is just an ordinary Peter, and this playboy is not his friend. The other party wasn't even the same group who bullied him, um, or in other words, they didn't even look at him directly.

He was just a little envious of the other party's motorcycle.

So, he put on his helmet, covered the windshield in front of him, raised his hands, and imagined that he was riding a motorcycle, the strong wind was blowing his clothes, and the beautiful girl put her arms around his waist, making piercing and seductive screams. cry.

"Gulu!"

He swallowed.

Just at this time……

He suddenly felt as if his whole head had been hit by a big truck, and the pain hit him. He shook in a trance, slapped, and fell limply to the ground.

When he woke up again, he heard the strange cry of an owl, the feeling of the wind blowing over the fur on his body, and the chirping of various unknown insects.

He was startled when he opened his eyes.

What kind of vision is this, almost a 360-degree panorama, the dark forest environment becomes clearly visible, and there is a strange and deep feeling.

Peter wanted to touch his eyes to see what was going on.

But he could barely feel the existence of his hands, instead he had a strange feeling that he had eight legs.

He took a wobbly step forward, only to fall to the ground because he could not maintain his balance.

Take a step, fall, take a step, fall...

I don't know how long it took, when he jumped at a cricket like a conditioned reflex, and felt a strong sense of hunger involuntarily tearing it up and devouring it, then realized that he actually ate a cricket alive. An animal that is slightly smaller than itself.

And it's a nasty bug!

"What's wrong with me?"

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak, he scratched his head habitually, but he had no hands.

Everything here is too weird, not only his splayed feet, not only his animalistic predatory instinct, not only his weird vision of seeing the front, back, left, and right at almost the same time...

Ordinary flowers and plants now look huge, not to mention tall trees, now they look more like they have been magnified thousands of times.

He walked through the jungle of tall flowers and plants, and through the ground of huge fallen leaves, and finally came to the river.

The fluff on his feet can easily condense a large amount of water droplets in the water, allowing him to walk on the water surface in a short period of time and easily get small fish and shrimps by the river.

Although eating raw is a bit disgusting, at least it is more acceptable to him than eating bugs.

After eating and drinking, he followed his body instinctively to find a big leaf by the river, and dug a hole under the leaf as his temporary residence.

And climbed to the top of the bushes to pull out strips of spider silk, and let the instinct weave a huge spider web.

Standing on the spider web, looking at the shallow water below, he could clearly see his own reflection—the spider.

Peter didn't know what to do, he could only retreat to the hole under the leaves pitifully and helplessly, pulling one side of the spider web with one foot, patiently waiting for the prey to arrive.

Gradually, the sun filled the air, and the birds flew out of the nest.

He sighed, and retreated deeply into the cave.

"Boom boom boom~"

"Peter, Peter~"

"Wake up!"

"hurry up!"

Mother's cry sounded outside the door, Peter quickly got up, took off the obstructing helmet, and suddenly froze.

He stared blankly at his hands, then at the helmet.

...

...

"So, everyone." Anton withdrew his gaze from the spider, "This is the magic experiment inspired by the 'Muggle Squib' in our hut. Now the theoretical basis is complete, and it has officially entered the stage of physical research."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I see unique creativity in you, Anton, you have given me a great surprise."

"Voodoo dolls copy bodies, create Animagus..." Professor McGonagall stared at the information in his hand, which contained the experimental procedure and summary provided by the 'House Club' to the project review team, "I never thought, Animagus Nimagus can still be used like this."

She nodded in agreement, "This kind of Animagus practice almost avoids terrible side effects, and will not cause adverse effects on the people participating in the experiment. I agree with your experiment."

Snape looked at a huge coffin-like cauldron not far away with great interest, "It seems that you have also improved the Animagus practice method, and I agree."

Lupine raised his eyebrows, "There is no young man who is better than Anton, and I agree."

Lucius stood by with a look of amazement, looking at the little guys behind Anton, especially the two Weasleys and one Longbottom, frowning, thinking about how his stupid son Draco Not a chance to join Anton's cabin. "I agree too."

"Since all the examiners have approved this project, we will draft a consent document to formally approve your experiment." Dumbledore nodded and walked out with all the examiners.

Anton signaled the companions in the hut to pay attention to the situation of the experimental spider and act together.

He is also a member of the review team, so he can take the opportunity to see how other people's experiments on 'Muggle Squibs' are done.

Although the review team can't know the specific values ​​of the experiment, Anton can review most of the content in his mind just by looking at the process declaration, the situation of the laboratory, the potion and the condition of the experimental subjects.

That's pretty cool.

Praise be to Secretary Fudge.

He walked at the end of the line, thinking happily, Lucius leaned over, "Anton, our Malfoy family will donate to your project free of charge on behalf of the British pure-blood family. A little help from outstanding students, on the one hand, represents our pure-blood family's support for the British Ministry of Magic's Animagus research."

Anton raised his eyebrows and looked at Lucius with a half-smile.

"Can."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh~" Lucius hugged Anton's shoulders with a familiar look, "You are a good friend of Draco, you can just call me Uncle Lucius."