"Sorry, child. It was all my fault for dragging you into this... Live well... Don't do bad things anymore."
Peter suddenly opened his eyes, jolting awake from his dream. He pushed aside the covers and sat up. At some point, his forehead had become drenched in sweat, and his breathing had grown somewhat ragged.
Whenever he closed his eyes, Peter returned to that day. His mother had sacrificed herself to help him escape from Azkaban Prison.
Ever since his mother died in Azkaban Prison, self-blame and guilt had tormented Peter's heart.
"Live well?" A helpless, bitter smile appeared on Peter's lips. Could he really give up everything, conceal his identity, and live well? It was too hard.
Far too hard.
To avoid letting others discover that he was still alive, Peter had no choice but to stay away from the wizarding world and hide in the Muggle World.
But how could a wizard possibly live like an ordinary person?
Peter certainly could not do it, and he knew he could not fit into the Muggle World.
Even Arthur Weasley, who was utterly fascinated with Muggles, could not manage it.
So, most of the time, Peter could only use magic to solve the problems he encountered, allowing himself to live a relatively respectable life.
Using magic in the Muggle World for long periods could easily bring him trouble and might attract Ministry of Magic employees. Therefore, Peter usually only stayed in one place for a few days. Then, like a traveler, he would carry a suitcase and set off alone on a new journey.
Especially after leaving Britain, the language barrier had made communication extremely difficult and Peter's life even harder. He had no choice but to use magic frequently to deal with the troubles he encountered.
And nothing Peter did