Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Do not!"

In the empty theater, with the lighting of the spotlights, a cry of sorrow resounded through the sky.

Peter Pettigrew was irradiated by seven or eight beams of light, as if possessed by Yuan Hua, who was carrying the bgm of "One Cut Plum", and knelt down weakly.

Because of Harry's nod, he was completely sentenced to death.

Some of the wizards who were watching off the stage had turned their wands and pointed at him.

Peter walked forward on his knees, in a low voice, clasping his hands on his chest, as if praying for something.

"Sirius—it's me... it's Peter... your friend, you won't..."

Black kicked him mercilessly, and Peter Pettigrew winced.

"I've got enough dirt on my robes that you don't want to touch it," Black said in disgust.

"Remus!"

Peter Pettigrew whimpered and turned to Lupin again, writhing begging in front of him, but Lupin didn't pity him either.

The two rolled up their sleeves together, and Blake asked, "We'll kill him together?"

"No...don't..." Peter Pettigrew screamed in horror, turning hastily and crawling towards Ron.

"Ron...I'm not your best friend...good pet? You're not going to let them kill me, Ron, are you...you'll be on my side, won't you?"

Ron stared at Pettigrew with utter disgust.

"I actually let you sleep in my bed!" said Ron.

"Good boy... good master..." Peter Pettigrew crawled towards Ron. "You wouldn't let them do that... I'm your little mouse... I'm your good pet..."

"If you're a better mouse than a man, that's nothing to brag about, Peter," Black said sharply.

Ron stepped back to keep Peter from touching him. "You're not my pet anymore, remember? I gave you to Clark, and he gave me an owl."

Peter Pettigrew knelt there, shaking uncontrollably, and turned his head slowly to Harry.

"Harry...Harry...you look exactly like your dad...exactly like..."

"How dare you talk to Harry?" Black roared almost in a fit of rage. "How dare you face him? How dare you mention James in front of him?"

"Harry!" Peter Pettigrew's face was full of tears as he dragged his knees, kneeling on the ground, "Harry, James wouldn't want me killed... James will understand, Harry... He'll be merciful to me..."

Black and Lupin stepped forward, grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the shoulders, and threw him right into the center of the stage.

The spotlight kept hitting him, and Peter sat there, clearly in the light, but his whole body was trembling, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

He knew in his heart that he was still alive in this world, and this was the biggest flaw, an undeniable evidence.

"It was you who betrayed the whereabouts of James and Lily to Voldemort," Black's voice trembled, his excitement that everything had been settled, and he was about to be punished, "Do you have anything else to explain? "

Peter Pettigrew cried out, looking terrifying, like an oversized bald baby boy, shivering on the floor, but none of the people present showed sympathy.

Even in the eyes of Clark behind the scenes, there may be more fear than remorse in his crying at this time.

"Sirius, Sirius, what can I do?

There's nothing I can do, that Dark Lord...you don't know...his power, his means, you can't imagine...I was terrified, Sirius, I've never been without you, Lupin, and James So brave.

I didn't mean to betray James either... the guy who can't even name... he forced me..."

The remaining part of the wizard who was still watching, also turned his wand and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew. His words were not self-inflicted.

Now that the matter has come, everything has become clear, Sirius Black was wronged, and the culprit who betrayed the Potters was this short bald man in front of him - Peter Pettigrew.

"It's all lies!" Blake growled.

This attitude of the other party made Blake's eyes even more anger, and he even felt a burst of dizziness, how brainless he was in the first place, and he thought of temporarily turning this person into a secret keeper.

The disgusting wizard in front of him again aroused his heart-wrenching memories.

"Before Lily and James died, you've been passing on information to him for a year! You're his spy, long ago!"

"He... His influence is everywhere!" Peter Pettigrew gasped. "What's the—what good is it to reject him?"

"What's the benefit of fighting the most evil monster ever?" Blake's face was full of anger. "That's to save more innocent lives, Peter!"

"What about me? You don't understand," Pettigrew pleaded bitterly, "then what shall I do, he'll kill me, Sirius!"

Hearing this, Blake's murderous intention was even worse. He even wanted to cast an Avadasa life curse desperately. The desire to kill invaded his body like a pervasive high fever. If he had a wand in his hand at this time, then To the green light must be very dazzling.

"Then you are damned!" The icy words were like a sharp blade, cutting straight into Peter's heart, "At least death is better than betraying a friend, and we will do the same for you!"

Lupin joined him. "Yes, Peter, this is the last time I'll call you that."

"You should understand," he said calmly, raising his wand in his hand, "if Voldemort didn't kill you, we'll kill you. Goodbye, Peter."

"Do not!"

"stop"

The first sentence was shouted by Harry, and the second sentence was said by a middle-aged wizard who wore a black pointed wizard hat and a black wizard cloak, dressed meticulously in the summer.

With a shout, Harry trotted a few steps, stood in front of Peter Pettigrew, and faced Lupin's wand, "You can't kill him!"

He said, as if worried that Lupin and the others didn't hear, and repeated aloud, "You can't!"

Both Black and Lupin were shocked.

"Harry, this gangster cost you your parents," Blake growled excitedly. "This filthy fellow who bowed down to Voldemort would not be soft-hearted even if he saw you die. You heard what he said just now. Now, his own stinky sack is more important than your family's life."

"I see," Harry tried to catch his breath, which made him clearer and more organized, "we could take him to the castle, or give him to the dementors, give him The Ministry of Magic, let them judge him, send him to Azkaban... just don't kill him here."

"Harry!"

Can you not die? Peter Pettigrew, who fell from the sky subconsciously ignored the Azkaban in Harry's words, and reached out to hug his knee, "Thank you... This is a gift to me... Thank you..."

"Let go of me," said Harry scornfully, shaking Peter Pettigrew's hand away in disgust, "I didn't do it for you, I just thought my dad wouldn't want his best friend to kill - especially to kill you. Such people."

"I think this kid is right, Mr. Black!" said the middle-aged man who had spoken out with Harry just now, "even if there was something wrong with that case, I think he should be judged by the Ministry of Magic instead of Let you execute lynchings."

Blake looked at him badly, "Who are you?"

"Roger, Roger McMillan, maybe you don't remember me anymore. I was a hitman for the Magic Law Enforcement Team. After that bombing, it was I who arrested you with my own hands."

Blake's cheeks twitched, "That's still an old acquaintance, why, do you have any objection to this matter? After all, you are one of the participants in this matter."

Many people have heard the hidden meaning in his words, which is nothing more than accusing Rogge of preparing to shirk his responsibility because he participated in this time.

However, Roger McMillan was not angry. As shrewd as he was, he could naturally see that there was something strange about this matter.

Although he was indeed involved in the arrest of Sirius Black back then, he was just following orders. Even if he arrested the wrong person now and caused a wrongful conviction, what does it have to do with one of his clerks.

And he is not from Crouch. He is a Fudge. The case that Crouch tried in those days has now gone wrong. If not many people know about this matter, then perhaps Fudge will be for the so-called overall situation and for the Ministry of Magic. Credibility, help him cover up one or two.

But now that this matter has gotten to such a level, there are so many people in this theater, and some people were taking pictures just now, it can be said that the matter has been completely hidden.

In this case, although Fudge would be a little troubled, he could only be "happy to see it happen" and took himself out first.

So Rogge just glanced at Peter calmly, and said to Black:

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but as this kid said, you're not an official at the Ministry of Magic, and you don't have the authority to enforce the law. This prisoner can't be handed over to you, he can only be taken back to the Ministry of Magic."

Seemingly worried that Blake's temper was too stubborn, he changed his words and softened his tone.

"Of course, on my own honour, the Ministry will give you a fair answer, and if the situation is true, he will be thrown into Azkaban.

Besides, if you think about it, you are about to regain your freedom, why do you have to create new troubles for yourself because of this kind of scum? "

Harry nodded along with his words, and no one moved or made a sound except Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew clutched at the clothes on his chest, gasping for breath.

Black and Lupin looked at each other for a moment, and eventually Lupin lowered his wand.

"You're the only one who has the power to make decisions, Harry," Blake looked at him, "but, think about it... think about what he's done..."

"He can go to Azkaban, can't he, sir?" Harry glanced at Roger McMillan, who nodded affirmatively, "In his case, he may not wait until he enters Azkaban. The spirits will give him a kiss."

When Peter Pettigrew heard this, he didn't catch his breath, and almost sighed.

"Very well," said Lupin. "Stand away, Harry."

Harry hesitated.

"I'm just going to tie him up," Lupin said. "Nothing else, I swear."

Harry stepped aside, this time Lupin's wand tip shot a long string, and in a few moments Peter Pettigrew was tied up, stuffed in his mouth, and left helpless on the floor. wiggling.

"Of course, if you dare to transform and run, Peter," Lupin said, keeping his wand, "we'll kill you, do you agree, Harry?"

Harry looked down at the mean thing on the floor and nodded so that Peter Pettigrew could see too.

"Thank you, I'll leave it to us next." Seeing that they had settled the matter, Roger McMillan, together with another colleague he knew, stretched out his wand and waved.

Pettigrew's wrists, neck and knees seemed to be tied to an invisible rope, and he was pulled to float in the air, suspended more than one meter above the ground.

"By the way, Mr. Black, you and this... um... this Professor Lupin, you'd better go back to the ministry with us, and use the park's Floo network.

Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I think the Minister will explain. ' Roger continued.

Lupin and Blake looked at each other, finally nodded, and walked silently beside him.

A smile appeared on Roger McMillan's face. He looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was bound, and felt that promotions and raises seemed to be waving to him.

In the eyes of Clark behind the scenes, so far, the entire plan to help Blake clear his grievances is also developing in a good direction.

"Everyone, let's go. Now we have to **** the prisoners' club."

With his shouts, the crowd of onlookers quickly gave way to the outside of the theater.

Roger McMillan, with his companions, sandwiched Peter Pettigrew, followed by Lupin and Black, ready to go back to the Ministry together.

Harry looked at their distant figures, UU reading www. uukanshu.com hesitated for a while, but finally pulled Ron and strode up to catch up. He suddenly remembered that Blake seemed to have another identity, and that was his godfather.

"Wait, Mr. Black!" Harry shouted after him.

Blake, who had just walked out of the theater door, stopped when he heard the words, and even the two staff of the Ministry of Magic turned to look at him.

"Is something wrong, Harry?"

"I...I heard..."

Harry calmed down his restlessness and disordered breathing, and the moment he opened his mouth, the next moment—

boom!

Accompanied by a loud explosion, on the mountainside not far away, the hall that was originally used to welcome tourists collapsed in a whole fire and roar, turning into a rubble.

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