Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Being able to learn the transformation of Animagus is a relatively rare skill. A wizard who masters this skill can transform into various animals according to his own mind, and there is no difference at all.

However, this magical ability is also dangerous. "

Lupin stared intently at Peter, looking at him condescendingly, while the other party sat on the ground with a look of panic.

Colin took the high-end camera provided by the school magazine in his hand and took a picture of this scene, and then immediately turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

He ran out of the theater, ran wildly along the commercial street, climbed the glass plank road, passed through the welcome hall, and was about to leave the dragon farm quickly through the gate.

Suddenly, Colin felt as if he had hit a thick and sturdy wall. The whole person was bounced back by a powerful force, and he fell back a few steps and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Boy, watch when you walk!" A tall body blocked the overhead lights, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Colin.

Colin raised his head subconsciously, and saw a strange man shrouded in a black cloak. The man seemed to be looking down at him, but he didn't look at him. This strange feeling was very uncomfortable.

He struggled to get up from the ground, ready to reason with the weirdo, but remembering the mission Clark had given him, he looked at the sturdy figure of the other party, and the other tall men who were also wearing cloaks behind him. The figure finally suppressed his dissatisfaction in his heart, secretly muttered a few words, and then drilled past the man.

This kind of skirmish did not leave any impression on Colin. The only thing that made him complain was that when he passed by the big guys, he smelled the smell that seemed to have been pickled in the London sewers for a long time. odor.

On the other side, Peter on the stage of the theater was still accepting Lupin's questioning.

"As a wizard who has mastered the transformation of Animagus, you know the price of this game, which is the loss of self.

The longer one remains in another beast form, the greater the danger.

They will be eroded by the animals they transformed into, and eventually the nature of the animal will prevail in the human being, and the human's rationality will gradually disappear, and it will really become a wild beast, hunted and killed by humans. "

The wizards present were horrified by the dangerous consequences Lupin described, and they remembered the stories they had heard when they were children about the wizard Weber.

It is said that the wizard Weberger especially likes to be transformed into a bear, changing every three days in this way, enjoying the free and unfettered feeling in the forest, teasing and intimidating the hunters who go into the forest to hunt.

However, a tragic thing happened. The bear's characteristics finally prevailed on him, and he gradually disappeared. He really became a bear and killed his young biological son in the forest. In the end, he was captured by more hunters who entered the forest and locked in a cage.

Therefore, no one knows how many dolphins jumping in the depths of the sea were once human beings, very intelligent people, who were intoxicated in the rough sea and forgot their wisdom and names.

"I'm innocent, but I'm scared too!" screamed Peter Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's minions are looking for me, it must be because I sent the best of them all into Azkaban—the Spy, Sirius Black!"

Blake's face twitched with anger.

"How dare you say that!"

He growled, with that momentum, it sounded a lot like the big bear-like dog he had turned into, rushing in front of you.

"Me, Voldemort's spy? When have I ever courted someone stronger and more powerful than me?

And you—I don't understand why I didn't see you as a spy in the first place.

You've always liked strong friends to get their attention, didn't you? It used to be us... me and Remus... and James..."

Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face, almost breathless.

"I, spy...you must be crazy...nothing...don't know how you could say that—"

"Lily and James listened to my advice to let you be the keepers," Blake said almost through gritted teeth, in such a fierce tone.

"I thought that would be a good tactic... a sham... Voldemort would definitely come to me without thinking that they would use a weak and incompetent thing like you... You tell Voldemort you can dedicate the Potters to him, and that must be The proudest moment of your mean life."

Black beat his chest in remorse, only to feel his heart pierced by a knife.

The wizards surrounding them were also in an uproar, and some of them had more or less heard of that incident back then.

After all, it involves the mysterious man, and the little savior Harry.

It's just that they always thought that the spy who betrayed the Potters was Sirius Black, but now the murderer told himself that the real murderer was someone else, and it turned out to be Peter Pettigrew, who was promoted as a hero by the Ministry of Magic and had been dead for a long time.

They only felt that their minds were in chaos, and they couldn't tell whether this was a real fact or a strange theatrical performance designed by Huolong Park.

However, there are always some guys with sensitive political experience. When they watched the "revenge" staged on the scene, they turned countless turns in their hearts, and the expressions on their faces were uncertain. Still gritted his teeth, turned his head and walked out of the theater, ready to go to inform the department immediately.

"There's going to be an earthquake!" The guy who walked to the door sighed inwardly, and then found that there were actually a few guys who came out with him, and the faces of these guys were very familiar.

Several people glanced at each other vaguely, and quickly pretended not to know each other, and began to run towards the exit of the park.

Most of the people in the theater did not notice these episodes. On the stage, facing the continuous questioning of Lupin and Blake, as well as the suspicious eyes of the people around him, Peter's psychological defense line was on the verge of collapse.

Harry could hear him muttering incoherently, with the words "absurd" and "crazy" coming out of his mouth, noting his dusty complexion and his eyes that glanced back and forth from time to time.

"Professor Lupin?" Ron, who used to be Scabbers' master, suddenly opened his mouth and asked timidly, "Can I—may I say something?"

"Of course, Mr. Weasley," said Lupin politely.

"Banbans… um… I mean, this — this guy — he used to be a pet in our house before I went to school and brought him to Hogwarts.

He's in our dorm, in the same room with Harry, and if he's an accomplice to You-Know-Who, why hasn't he hurt Harry? "

"Yeah!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, as if clutching at a straw, pointing at Ron with his mutilated finger, "Thank you, my lord! See, Lysm? I haven't touched a hair of Harry's hair! Why should I?"

"I'll tell you why," Blake stepped forward, "because you've never seen a rabbit or a hawk."

"Voldemort disappeared for twelve years, and people say he's half-dead, you wouldn't kill someone under Albus Dumbledore's nose for such a crippled, lost wizard, would you?

You have to make sure he's still the biggest overlord before you go back to him, don't you? Otherwise why would you find a wizarding family to hide in? Because then you can **** up your ears and overhear firsthand, can't you, Peter?

In case your old protector suddenly makes a comeback and the situation is safe, you can choose to go back to him again, by dedicating the life of your good friend and child again..."

In the face of Black's accusation, Peter Pettigrew opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

Seeing this, the balance in everyone's heart tilted a little more towards Blake's side.

"I have a question," an older kid raised his hand in the crowd, and Clark had a slight reflection of him, as if it was some high-achieving Ravenclaw student, "Uh... Mr. Black... little Sirius?"

After being detained for so many years, it was the first time that Blake heard someone address him so politely. He jumped in shock and stared at the boy, as if he had never seen someone like him before.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, you—how did you escape Azkaban? If it wasn't for black magic?"

"Thank you!" Peter Pettigrew exclaimed excitedly, nodding at him, "Yes! That's me—"

He wanted to say more, but Lupin cut him off with a sharp look.

Blake frowned slightly and looked at the teenager, but he didn't seem to be annoyed by his question, but seemed to be thinking about how to answer it.

"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly, "but I have a guess, and I think the only reason I didn't lose my mind, maybe I knew I was innocent."

"It wasn't a pleasant thought, so the Dementors couldn't **** it out of my head...but it kept me sane and knew who I was...and allowed me to conserve my mana..."

"So when things get too tough...I can be in the cell...transformed into a dog, you know, the dementors can't see..."

He swallowed, "They approach people by sensing their feelings... When I turned into a dog, they probably didn't think my feelings were too big—not too human-like, not too complicated..."

"But, of course, they thought I was losing my mind like the other prisoners, and didn't care.

But I'm weak, weak, without a wand, and I have no hope of expelling them..."

Harry listened to Black's explanation, combined with what Clark had told him about the nature of the Dementor's abilities, and soon came to the truth.

It turns out that the ability of the Dementor is to amplify a person's inner desire, making it infinitely inflated and dissatisfied, so he falls into a situation of depression and loss.

But for Sirius Black, who was already heartbroken, no matter how dementors were induced, he no longer had any desires, so his resistance to dementors was greatly increased.

In addition, if he turns into an animal, his desire and thinking as a person will be suppressed, and he will naturally be able to maintain his sense of reason in the face of dementors.

"But, just when I felt like I couldn't hold on and was about to give up, I saw Peter in that photo..."

"Photo?" Harry didn't understand what Blake meant, but Blake's words were quicker, so he couldn't get to the bottom of it.

"That's when I realized that he was at Hogwarts, by Harry's side... If there was news in his ears that the underworld was on the rise again, he would be the most appropriate place to start..."

Peter Pettigrew shook his head, his mouth moved silently, but as if hypnotized, he couldn't say anything and could only keep staring at Black.

"...once he was sure he had an ally, he would take action...to dedicate the last of the Potters to them.

If he could offer Harry, who would dare say he betrayed Voldemort? He will be welcomed like a successful minister..."

"So understand, I have to act, I'm the only one who knows that Peter is still alive..."

Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley had told his wife the night before school started: "The guards say he talks a lot in his sleep... always saying... 'He's at Hogwarts.'"

"Inspired by this thought, it was as if a fire had been ignited in my mind, a fire that a dementor of the face could not put out... It was not a pleasant thought... but it gave me the strength to let My mind clears up."

Blake's voice swept away the decadence and became extraordinarily firm.

"In this way, inspired by this flame, one night, when the Dementor opened the door for me to bring food in, I turned into a dog and slipped past...

Remember what I said, they're not very sensitive to animals, so they were fooled... I was very thin and thin... thin enough to slip through the gap between the iron fences...

Then, after escaping Azkaban, I swam across the strait with my dog's body and returned to the mainland... Then I continued north and slipped into the Hogwarts campus.

In school, I have been staying in the forbidden forest, hiding near this dragon farm, where there are several abandoned material sheds.

Except when watching Quidditch, of course, you fly as well as your dad, Harry…”

After finishing all this, Blake breathed a long sigh of relief, as if to spit out all the worries and regrets accumulated in the past twelve years.

His eyes were fixed on Harry, and Harry didn't turn his head, choosing to meet him.

"Trust me, Harry!"

Blake looked at him fondly and said in a hoarse voice, "Trust me, I've never betrayed James and Lily, I'd rather die than betray them!"

"Don't believe him," screamed Peter Pettigrew, "he's lying!"

However, Harry finally believed it, he only felt his throat tighten, unable to speak, he could only nodded slightly.