HP Magic Biography

　　 "Do you want to go out?" Lupin asked mildly, "But I think it's pretty good here, I miss it, don't you?"

"Yes... I miss..." Peter said shiveringly, as he did before, not daring to refute Lupin's words.

However, this does not mean that Peter Pettigrew will stay here so obediently. As long as he goes out, he has the hope of escape. Severus said that Lupin did not drink any potions. This seems to be a Good opportunity.

Today is the full moon, as long as he leaves here, he hopes to be able to escape.

"You think so too?" Lupin asked, "I thought you were scared to see us."

"No..." Peter said, "Why... how could... I see you... still... still alive, it's too late to be happy... heh...hehe!"

"I hope so," Lupin nodded. "However, Sirius misses you so much for his class time. He misses you and wants everything..."

Professor Lupin paused, his face still had that kind of gentle smile. Peter saw Lupin split his mouth and leaked his shining teeth, which reminded him of Lupin’s fangs after he became a werewolf. It's cold...

"I want to... kill you!" Lupin spit out these three words lightly. This is what Sirius has always wanted, but it seemed so insignificant in Lupin's mouth.

But there was undoubtedly a thunder in Peter’s ears. He had long thought of Sirius’s purpose and had always been guarding against it. But when he finally heard Lupin say this for Sirius, his body was still Unable to tremble violently, he has only one thought, that is, to escape here, for which he can give anything, even a whole palm.

Peter was like someone stepped on his tail. He wanted to leave here, but Fanlin blocked the exit first, and he used his magic wand to force Peter back.

Seeing Peter’s reaction, Lupin naturally confirmed the doubts in his mind. Of course it was Peter who had the problem, but he wanted to prove Sirius’ innocence before Harry, and even Fanlin did not fully believe in Sirius. , His trust is obviously not enough to convince everyone, this includes the Ministry of Magic.

But at this time Peter could still care about other people's ideas, and he was shocked when he heard those three words.

"Lupin," Peter Pettigrew said out of breath, and Harry saw big beads of sweat coming in and out of Peter Pettigrew's pale face, "You don't believe him, don't you... Then he wanted to kill me, Lupin..."

"We heard," Lupin said, his voice very cold, "I want to ask you to clarify one or two small things, Peter, if you are willing to..."

"He's here again to kill me!" Peter Pettigrew suddenly screamed at Black, and Harry saw that he was using the **** because his index finger was broken. "He killed Lily and James, and now he wants to kill me again... You must help me, Lupin..."

Fanlin couldn't help feeling bored in his heart, he wanted to be more direct, Veritaserum or dementia, these Dumbledore can do it, for Peter Pettigrew, Fanlin can not afford to have any torture mind, the only What felt bad was Ron, who was lying on the side. He seemed to have passed out. Ron couldn't possibly have a killing curse. The curse must have been released by the person in front of him.

Hermione was holding onto Fanlin's arm tightly, death or something, making the girl feel terrified.

And Blake's unfathomable eyes stared at Pettigrew, his face more like a skeleton than before.

"Until we figure out a few things, no one wants to kill you." Lupin said coldly. He had to be patient. He wanted Harry to believe in Sirius.

"Make things clear?" Peter Pettigrew screamed, and looked around in a hurry again, his eyes noticed the windows nailed to the wooden planks, and the only door, which had been blocked by Fanlin. "I know he is chasing me! I know he is coming back to find me! I have been waiting for this for twelve years!"

"Do you know that Sirius will escape from Azkaban?" Lupin frowned and said, "hasn't anyone escaped before?"

"He has an evil method that the rest of us can only dream of!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, "How else could he escape from there? I guess the man who couldn't even mention the name taught him some tricks. !"

Blake suddenly started laughing, and a terrible, joyless laugh filled the room.

"Voldemort, teach me tricks?" Peter Pettigrew winced, as if Blake had whipped him. "What? Are you afraid of hearing your old master's name?" Black said, "I don't blame you, Peter. The people under his care don't like you very much, do they?"

"I don't know... what are you talking about, Sirius..." Peter Pettigrew mumbled, sweating faster, and now his entire face is sweaty.

"For twelve years, you are not avoiding me." Black said, "You have been avoiding Voldemort's former supporters. I heard something in Azkaban. Peter... they all thought you were dead. , Or you have to give them an explanation... I heard them screaming in their dreams and talking about all kinds of things. It sounds like they think that a liar lied to them. Voldemort came to Potter's house based on your information... Voldemort I missed it there. Not all Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they? There are many more here, waiting for the opportunity to pretend that they have recognized their mistakes... if they get the wind. Know that you are still alive , Peter..."

"I don't know... what are you talking about..." Peter Pettigrew said again, his voice sharper than before. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up at Lupin, "You can't believe this. This madman, Lupin..."

"Then I should believe you? I must admit, Peter, I can't understand why an innocent person would spend twelve years working as a mouse." Lupin said flatly.

"Innocent, but terrified!" Pettigrew Peter screamed, "If Voldemort's supporters are chasing me, it's because I took one of their most capable people to Azkaban... That spy, little Sirius Black!"

Black's face was distorted.

"How dare you say that," he growled, sounding like a dog the size of a bear growling. He had become this kind of dog before. "I, Voldemort's spy? When did I sneak around around someone stronger than me and more influential than me? But you, Peter... I really don't understand why I didn't recognize you from the beginning. That spy. You have always liked friends who are stronger than you, so that they can take care of you, haven't you? It has always been us... Me and Lupin... and Potter..."

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breathing was almost out of breath.

"I. The spy...you must be crazy...never...don't understand how you could say this..."

"It's just because of my suggestion that Lily and James let you be their secret." Black gritted his teeth, speaking so fiercely that Pettigrew Peter took a step back unconsciously. "I thought that was the perfect plan... it was a clever plan... Voldemort would definitely come after me, never expecting them to use something weak and stupid like you... You tell Voldemort that you can give him the Potters , That moment must be the most proud moment in your poor life."

Peter Pettigrew mumbled distractedly; Harry heard something "ridiculous" and "crazy", but he couldn't help paying more attention to Peter Pettigrew, his face was as gray at the moment, and his eyes were still facing the window. Slip over the door.

"But...but..." Peter Pettigrew's eyes rolled around. He knew that as long as Harry believed him, all this should be saved. Harry was the person involved, Potter's son, and the one who defeated Voldemort. .

"I slept in the Hogwarts dormitory for three full years," Peter Pettigrew seemed to have thought of a good way. He straightened his chest, his face flushed a little, but he had to be more confident.

"If, if I really worked for a mysterious person, Harry would have been poisoned long ago, but Harry is alive and well, he has not been harmed because of me, I have never hurt one of Harry's A hair! Why should I hurt him?"

"I'll tell you why," Black said, "because, if you think it's not good for you, you won't do anything for anyone. Voldemort has been in hiding for twelve years. He is said to be half dead. Yes. You won’t be right under Dumbledore’s nose, killing someone for a wizard who has lost all his mana and has a very bad body, right? Before you return to his hands, you must be sure that he is there. The most powerful boss in the circle, right? Otherwise, why did you find a magic family to live in? So that you can always hear the new situation, right, Peter? You want to know in case your old protector I have strength again, and I can be safe by returning to him..."

"How is it possible!" Peter seemed to be very angry, "How could I have worked for, for the mysterious man, you are the traitor, I am protecting Harry..."

"Are you protecting Harry?" Fanlin said impatiently, "I'm sorry, when we faced Voldemort in the first and second grades, we didn't see your protection. Your master is Ron. ,but……"

Fanlin pointed his finger at Ron, who was paralyzed on the ground, "This is your protection? Imperius Curse? Let Ron use the Killing Curse at a painful price?"

"This...what does it matter to me..." Peter murmured, but he opened his mouth. He couldn't think of anything to refute Fanlin's words. He has done this several times.

"Oh... Boo... Mr. Black... Sirius?" Harry said uncertainly. He looked at Peter who was standing in front of him, and then at Sirius, he finally spoke.

Blake was really taken aback when he heard this name. He stared at Harry as if he had forgotten about it: others would speak to him politely, and this was the first time Harry had calmly talked to him. Dialogue, not jumping out to kill him.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you... escape from Azkaban, or how did you find me?"

"Oh, Harry..." Peter Pettigrew gasped, and he looked at Harry hopefully, "Exactly! It was what I wanted to ask..." But Lupin glanced at him and he was silent. Black frowned slightly at Harry, but didn't look angry. He seemed to be considering how to answer.

This is his godson. He has the responsibility and obligation to take over all of Harry. Of course, he must first obtain Harry’s trust and affirmation. This is a difficult question. He is too lazy, and Harry is still a little vacillating. .

"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I didn’t lose my mind was that I knew I was innocent. It’s not a pleasant thought, so the dementors didn’t **** it out of my head... so I can keep my mind clear. , And knowing who I am...helps me conserve my mana...so, if the surrounding conditions make me unbearable, it’s too unbearable...I can transform in the cell...become a dog, contemplate Blame it is not visible, you know..." He swallowed, "They are aware of human feelings, and thus feel how to approach people... They can judge-judge my feelings are more... less human-like It’s not that complicated. It’s like this when I was a dog... But, of course, they think I’m losing my mind just like the others there, so they’re not worried. But I’m weak, very weak, Without the wand, I have no hope of driving them away from me... "But. At that time I saw Peter in a photo published in the newspaper... I learned that he was at Hogwarts, with you... If he got a little bit of wind, he knew that the dark forces were gathering strength. It would be more appropriate to take action from there..."

Peter Pettigrew shook his head, his mouth moved silently, but he kept glaring at Black as if he was hypnotized.

"Once he is sure that he has an ally, he will do it... hand over to them the last person in the Potter family, you. If he hands you over to them, then, who would dare to say that he had betrayed Voldemort? Will return full of honor..."

"So you have to understand that I must take action. I am the only one who knows that Peter is still alive..."

Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley: "The guard said he said in his sleep...'He is at Hogwarts.'"

"It seems that someone has lighted a fire in my head. The dementor can't suppress the fire... It's not a pleasant feeling... It's a kind of obsession... But the thought gave me strength and made my mind. Be clear. So, one night, when they opened my door to deliver food, I, as a dog, slipped out of them... It is more difficult for them to feel the feelings of animals, because the feelings of animals are chaotic. Yes... I was very skinny at the time, very skinny... Skinny enough to slip out between the iron cabinet bars... As a dog, I swim back to the mainland... I walked north, as a dog, I came to Hogg Watts...I have lived in the Forbidden Forest since I arrived at Hogwarts...Of course, except when I went to the Quidditch game...You fly as well as your dad, Harry..."

He looked at Harry, Harry's eyes were not avoided. "Trust me," Black said hoarsely, "Trust me. I have never betrayed James and Lily. I would rather die than betray them."

Harry finally believed him. Whether it was Sirius's energy against the Dementors or Fanlin's decision, this also tended to make Harry's heart continue to move closer to Sirius. His throat choked and he couldn't speak, he just nodded.

"Don't!" Peter Pettigrew knelt on the ground, as if Harry had sentenced him to death by nodding his head. He walked forward on his knees, clasping his hands as if praying. "Sirius... it's me... it's Peter... your friend... you won't..." Black raised his foot and Peter Dwarf shrank back.

"You don't need to touch it. My robe is dirty enough," Black said. "Lupin!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, turning to Lupin, begging with his body twisted in front of Lu Ping. "You don't believe these words... Didn't Sirius tell you that their plans changed?"

"If he thought I was a spy, he wouldn't tell me, Peter." Lupin said, "I think that's why you didn't tell me, is it ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Sirius?" He was young Dwarf Peter asked Black casually above his head.

"Forgive me, Lupin," Black said.

"It's okay, Bigfoot, old friend." Lupin said, rolling up his sleeves. "Conversely, I used to think that you were a spy. It was only a few minutes ago that I completely believed in you, so you forgive me, okay?"

"Of course." Black said, with a real smile on that thin face, no longer the gloomy face of the past, Peter is not dead, Sirius will never be able to smile sincerely.

Sirius began to roll up his sleeves. "Shall we kill him together?"

"Yes, I think so." Lupin said gloomily. For the betrayers, there is only one result to meet them, and that is death.

"You won't. You won't..." Peter Pettigrew gasped. He crawled beside Ron.

"Ron... I have not always been your good friend... good pet? You won't let them kill me, are you... you're on my side, aren't you?"

"Get out of me!" Fanlin stretched out his hand. After a period of time, he used only some magic power to condense the simplest mage hand. He could no longer let Peter get close to Ron.

"Leave him!" Harry also said angrily. It was obvious that Ron's miserable appearance was caused by the man in front of him.

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