From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 Five or six minutes later, Lupin came over, out of breath.

　　 There were a few uneven places in his wizard robe, and there was a little noise when he walked-when he hurriedly stopped to greet the principal, William finally figured out what it was and his shoe laces opened.

　　 "I'm here, principal."

　　 Lupin tried to suppress his gasps, but from time to time his gaze shifted to the little dwarf star lying on the ground, making people wonder what to say.

　　 "Sorry, Remus."

　　 Dumbledore's eyes were clearly apologetic, "Now we have something we have to do, I think you should know."

　　 "Yes," Lupin was still a little breathless, "I know how to do it, principal."

　　 He didn't even pay attention to the look in Snape's eyes next to him trying to kill. After talking with Dumbledore, he looked directly at Peter Pettigrew who was still in a coma on the ground.

　　 "Sorry..."

　　 Lupin muttered softly, and then pointed his wand at the friend he thought he had sacrificed.

　　 Although this is a bit offensive, he does want to know what this childhood friend has gone through over the years and how he escaped from the perfidious **** Black.

　　 However, when he used the mind of panthera, there was no feedback at all from this magic that he was extremely unskilled.

　　 In the next second, the memories that he didn’t want to recall appeared in his mind madly-Potter's death, Blake's betrayal, Peter's sacrifice...

　　‘Back bite! Occlumency? ’

　　 Such thoughts surfaced, and he quickly disconnected from the mental state of mind, and got away from the state of casting spells.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 "Huh..."

　　 "What's wrong, Remus?"

　　 Professor McGonagall asked with concern.

　　 "It may be a protective spell, or it may be an Occlumency that operates unconsciously...I don't know, I don't know too much about panic."

　　 Lupin shook his head in response. He couldn't even leave the wand and use his eyes to assist in the casting. He almost bit his scalp just now.

　　 Peter's magic skills were not good, he knew very well, and if Snape started, he was really worried about what he would do to Peter.

　　 "Oh? Why not let me come?"

　　Professor Snape's deep voice sounded, but judging from his enthusiastic eyes, William seriously doubted what kind of curse would appear.

　　 Lupin looked at the crowd with a cry for help.

　　 "I'm not very good at it."

　　 "My knowledge in this area is about the same as yours, Remus."

　　 "Sorry, I don't have much research on Sentry."

　　 The three deans turned down one after another, and Lupin set his sights on William.

　　 "Sorry, I'm still studying memory magic..."

　　 William also shook his head-what he is currently researching is Occlumency, a spell that can be partially replaced by Veritaserum and has no defensive effect, is currently not included in the research content.

　　 So, after all, Snape got his wish and walked to the side of Pettigrew, and took up his wand--if Dumbledore hadn't been watching and smiling slightly at him, William would have to pull out his wand to stop the crime.

　　 However, the next moment, Snape's triumphant eyes suddenly disappeared, regret and confusion appeared in his eyes, as well as gritted hatred.

　　‘It’s been backlashed again...’

　　William, who was on the sidelines, once again confirmed his idea not to teach himself Dementia for the time being-just as the natural enemy of a dementor is the patron saint, the natural enemy of Dementia is Occlumency.

　　 That is not only a shield, but also a backlash effect. Once backlash occurs, the caster’s own Occupational Technique is useless (Note).

　　 After Snape's painful disconnection of magic, his eyes became more gloomy.

　　 "Use Veritaserum, Albus, I cooked a new batch of fresh ones during the summer. (Note

　　 "I'm afraid we can't determine a good weight," Dumbledore shook his head, "and he didn't make any huge mistakes himself."

Occult Cerebral Surgery can counteract the effects of Veritaserum, and there are more ways to counteract it-basically, the successful use of Veritaserum must rely on cheating or other methods to mix and feed things, otherwise you have to rely on it. The dose is forcibly infused, and the success rate is not high.

　　 "Wake him up, we need to know what has happened over the years."

　　 Dumbledore finally made the decision.

　　 Then, the coma curse was lifted, and Peter, who was regaining his human form, slowly opened his eyes—William could even feel Lupin, who was standing next to him, trembling, and his wand was almost unsteady...

　　 "Squeak?"

　　 A rat-like cry came out, and then, Little Star looked at everyone in confusion.

　　 "Squeak? Squeak?"

　　 He didn't even stand up, he turned around and got up with his **** upside down, his expression and demeanor looked like a mouse.

　　 "Peter?"

　　 Lupin shouted tentatively. However, there was no response. The little dwarf star crawling on the ground didn't seem to know the guy named Peter at all. He just crawled on the ground trying to find the dark corner.

　　 Suddenly, he found a piece of candy that had accidentally fallen on the ground, picked it up happily, put his hand to his mouth, and then happily enjoyed it in front of everyone.

　　 "Squeak!"

　　 With two cheerful voices, William saw Lupin’s hands shaking crazily.

　　 "Peter?"

　　 He continued to shout, but his tone had no excitement at all. Instead, he carried a strange sadness, as if he had heard the death of a friend, and there was no color on his face, and it was pale as if he had been cursed.

　　 "Scaly?"

　　 William yelled tentatively. The little dwarf who was crawling underground reacted instantly. He even put down the food and tilted his head towards William, as if a pet who was eating suddenly heard someone calling him.

　　 This reaction made William regret for yelling out such a sentence instantly-he even saw Lupin next to him, his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were also moist.

　　 "Peter? Wormtail?"

　　 Lupin’s voice even cried a little, he almost yelled in an imploring tone.

　　 But after seeing William, Peter, who had some reaction, took his own candy and ate it, as if he had never heard those two names.

William clearly heard the sound of Professor McGonagall’s sniffing his nose. Professor Flitwick simply turned his head and couldn’t bear to keep watching. As for Professor Sprout, he took out his handkerchief from his pocket and directly Wiped tears.

"Ugh…"

　　 William sighed and shook his head. He couldn't bear to look anymore. He turned his head to find that Lupin even put one hand on the chair, almost losing his strength to stand up.

　　 It’s better not to see each other than not to see each other. For more than ten years, living people have become animals. Let alone communication, even simple greetings can’t be done. There is no tragedy in this world.

"Remus, you can take him to the school hospital first..." Professor McGonagall's voice was a little hoarse, "Mrs. Pomfrey will take good care of him. She is professional. When it becomes more stable, we will send Peter to him. Saint Mungo, he will get better, I promise."

　　Professor Snape seemed to want to talk, but finally resisted it.

　　 "Professor William, can you help?"

　　 Lupin asked with red eyes.

　　 "Yes, how about we carry him over on a stretcher?"

　　 "Well," Lupin nodded, and then used his wand to conjure a band of bandages, "We have to control him-otherwise he will hurt himself, this overweight fool..."

While complaining, he carefully tied a bandage to Pettigrew, not even caring about his intention to bite himself-but William could clearly see that this kind of not-so-difficult spellcasting, a short process of binding a person In the middle, Lupin actually decided to cast three spells.

　　 But at this time William didn't know how to comfort him. He could only use Transfiguration to get a suitable stretcher as soon as possible, and then simply bid farewell to Dumbledore with Lupin.

After 　　, the two of them used their magic wands to control the stretcher and walked towards the school hospital.

　　——

　　 "Thanks, put him on the hospital bed first," Madam Pomfrey nodded at William and the others, with an expression of sadness or joy.

　　 As a school doctor, she has seen too many cases of injuries-if she is busy mourning, who is in charge of the treatment.

　　 "Please, Madam Pomfrey."

　　 Lupin finally recovered a bit and asked the school doctor with a serious expression on his face.

"I will try my best to treat every patient... It's just..." She shook her head, without saying anything behind-other professors may not be clear, but there are too many areas where self-defense and treatment overlap. Two professors It is impossible to be unclear.

　　 Even if the common sense is removed, William probably knows what is behind—Professor Lockhart is still in treatment last year, and Professor Lockhart at least remembers that he is a human...

　　 "Let's go, Professor Lupin, we have to give Madam Pomfrey enough time for the examination. If we are there, she will distract us instead."

　　 William pulled Lupin, who was dragged away blankly.

　　 He looks very much like a puppet now. After sending Pettigrew to the hospital, he pulled his hand and left. Whoever pulls it will follow him.

　　 It wasn't until William took him to his office and entrusted the elf to get wine. After two glasses of wine, Lupin's spirit improved a little.

　　 "Cough cough..." A sharply poured glass of wine triggered a cough, and then Lupin began to curse as if he had come alive.

　　 "Damn **** Black!"

　　 William heard the gritted teeth, "He's a complete bastard. After reading together for so long, why didn't I recognize that bastard's true face!"

　　 "James killed him, and Peter was made like this again by him!"

　　 "In order to be a dog for a mysterious man, he even let his friends go. How did he say he hates Slytherin the most?"

　　 "The snot sniper who called Snape was a blood discriminator, a fanatic of black magic, what about him? I completely forgot what I said!"

　　 Lupin directly hit the table with a punch, "He should be rotten to death in Azkaban! Rotten there with the group of dementors!"

　　"..."

　　 "Bad, shameless, mean!"

　　"..."

　　 Lupin’s cursing words seemed to be small. After a long time, a bottle of wine didn’t come up with any new words. Finally, he slumped heavily on William’s table, his head sank, and fell asleep.

　　‘Oh...I’m a werewolf, my friend is killed, my friend is killed, my brother is betrayed, my brother is betrayed...’

　　 William looked at Lupin, sighed, and then offered himself another glass.

　　Thanks to the blessing of alcohol, he finally relieved from the sadness ahead—the atmosphere in the office was so sad that everyone, even Professor Snape, was not very interested, making him unable to think.

　　 "I always feel that something is wrong..."

　　 The current scene is too bleak, but now after a little emotional stability, William always feels that he has been cheated.

　　 "Animagus, who lost his memory, even forgot that he was a person..."

　　 "However, the biggest problem is that, according to the original report and the records that have now been turned up, Sirius stayed in place after the so-called killing of Pettigrew, laughing, and then being arrested and imprisoned."

　　 "Whether Peter is controlled by the body transformation technique or trapped in the Animagus transformation, Sirius will definitely not have time to transfer it to the store after he controls him."

　　 "But, if you don't go through a special channel, how can you sell mice of unknown origin in the store?"

　　 Wizard pets can be different from ordinary mice, they must undergo simple training.

　　 It’s impossible to catch a rat in the wild directly as a pet. They are all cultivated from generation to generation—if you want to lower the price, you’ll know it. Wild training and domestic training are not a level of difficulty at all.

　　Furthermore, rats are reproductive and easy to raise, and even a down-and-out store cannot catch wild rats and return for training.

　　 So, here comes the question-how did a deformed mouse get into the pet shop?

　　 Sirius arrangement?

　　 That's impossible-if Sirius had the leisurely mind to arrange this, he wouldn't stand there laughing and entering Azkaban.

　　‘There’s definitely a problem, but I can’t say it clearly. ’

William shook his head. As for Peter's current state, if he dares to say that there is a problem and there is no special evidence, Lupin can fight him drunk-to put it bluntly, his guesses are only guesses, and there are many that seem to be very round. Excuse ~www.readwn.com~ The two victim identities add up, let alone other people, even William himself is a little unsure of the doubts that have emerged.

　　 It took a long time before he convinced himself that this was not suspicious, but only out of cautious investigation.

'I have to check that pet shop, and then check other things-although Pettigrew said nothing, but an Animagusgar alone is enough to fight Professor Snape's Occlumency, which has already told me a lot. Up. ’

　　 William nodded toward the bookshelf, and a magic book flew out immediately.

　　‘Let me do the math, I became a mouse through Animagus twelve years ago...’

　　‘It’s very clear in the newspaper, there is no need to check the information-Dwarf is a graduate of 1978, and then there was an accident in 1981...’

　　‘Learning Animagus in three years? ’

　　‘Or, it’s going to happen in school? ’

　　 William looked at Lupin who was drunk over there, "Wormtail—I remember Lupin yelling out..."

　　 "Wormtail, does it mean mice?"

　　 "That's...in school?"

　　 "Wait—I've seen this name!"

　　 William suddenly remembered, that parchment!

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