Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"No!"

In the empty theater, as the spotlights turned on, a cry of grief echoed through the sky.

Peter Pettigrew was illuminated by seven or eight beams of light, as if he was possessed by Yuan Hua who was carrying the BGM of "One Cut Plum", and he knelt down helplessly.

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

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

Peter walked forward on his knees, speaking humbly and clasping his hands on his chest, as if praying for something.

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

Peter Pettigrew flinched as Black kicked him mercilessly.

"There's enough dirt on my robes that I don't want you to touch," Blake said in disgust.

"Remus!"

Peter Pettigrew whined again and turned to Lupine, twisting his body beggingly in front of him, but Lupine did not pity him.

The two rolled up their sleeves together, and Blake asked: "Shall we kill him together?"

"No... don't..." Peter Pettigrew shouted in horror, turning around in a hurry and crawling towards Ron.

"Ron... I'm not your good friend... a good pet? You won't let them kill me, Ron, right... You will be on my side, right?"

Ron glared at Pettigrew with utter disgust.

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

"Kind boy... kind master..." Peter Pettigrew crawled towards Ron, "You won't let them do that... I am your little mouse... I am your good pet..."

"There's nothing to boast about if you're a better rat than a man, Peter," said Black acidly.

Ron took a step back to prevent Peter from touching him, "You are no longer my pet, remember? I gave you to Clark, and he gave me an owl."

Peter Pettigrew knelt there,

Shivering uncontrollably, he slowly turned his head towards Harry.

"Harry...Harry...you look exactly like your father...exactly the same..."

"How do you still dare to talk to Harry?" Black almost shouted angrily, "How do you still dare to face him? How do you still dare to mention James in front of him?"

"Harry!" Peter Pettigrew had tears streaming down his face. He dragged his knees and knelt on the ground, "Harry, James doesn't want me to be killed... James will understand, Harry. ...He will show mercy to me..."

Black and Lupine stepped forward, grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the shoulders, and threw him to the center of the stage.

The spotlight kept shining on him, and Peter sat there, clearly in the light, but his whole body was shaking, as if he was in the ice and snow.

He knew in his heart that he was still alive in this world. This was the biggest flaw and irrefutable evidence.

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

Peter Pettigrew howled and looked terrible, like an oversized bald baby boy, trembling on the floor, but no one present showed sympathy.

Even from the perspective of Clark behind the scenes, he might be crying more out of fear than regret.

"Sirius, Sirius, what can I do?

There is nothing I can do about that Dark Lord... you don't know... you can't even imagine his power and his methods... I was so scared at the time, Sirius, I have never been without you, Lupin, and... As brave as James.

I didn’t mean to betray James...that person who must not even be named...he forced me..."

The remaining wizards who were still watching also turned their wands and pointed them at Peter Pettigrew. His words were self-defeating.

Now, everything is clear. Sirius Black was wrongly accused, and the culprit who betrayed the Potters was the short, bald man in front of him - Peter Pettigrew.

"It's all lies!" Blake growled.

The other party's behavior made the anger in Blake's eyes even stronger. He even felt dizzy. How stupid was he to think of turning this person into a secret keeper temporarily?

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

"Before Lily and James died, you have been passing information to him for a year! You are his spy, you have been for a long time!"

"He...his influence is everywhere!" Peter Pettigrew gasped, "What's the benefit of rejecting him?"

"What's the benefit of fighting the most evil demon in history?" Black's face was filled with anger. "It's to save more innocent lives, Peter!"

"What about me? You don't understand," Peter Pettigrew begged, "What should I do? He will kill me, Sirius!"

Hearing this, Black's murderous intention became even more intense. He even wanted to cast an Avada Kedavra at all costs. The desire to kill invaded his body like an all-pervasive high fever. If he had a wand in his hand at this time, then The green light must be very dazzling.

"Then you deserve to die!" The cold words were like a sharp blade, piercing Peter's heart. "At least dying is better than betraying your friends, and we will do the same for you!"

Lupine stood with him, "Yes, Peter, this is the last time I will call you that."

"You should understand," he said calmly, raising the wand in his hand, "if Voldemort doesn't kill you, we will kill you. Farewell, Peter."

"No!"

"stop"

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

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

He said, as if he was worried that Lupine and the others didn't hear, so he repeated loudly, "You can't!"

Black and Lupine were both shocked.

"Harry, this gangster made you lose your parents," Black roared excitedly. "This dirty guy who knelt down to Voldemort will show no mercy even if he sees you die. You heard what he just said No, his own skin is more important than the lives of your whole family."

"I understand," Harry said trying to calm his breathing, which made his mind clearer and his speech more coherent. "We can take him to the castle, or hand him over to the Dementors, Ministry of Magic, let them judge him and send him to Azkaban...just don't kill him here."

"Harry!"

Able to avoid death? Overjoyed, Peter Pettigrew subconsciously ignored the mention of Azkaban in Harry's words, and reached out to hug his knee, "Thank you... This is a gift to me... Thank you..."

"Let me go," Harry spat, shaking Peter Pettigrew's hand away in disgust, "I'm not doing this for you, I just don't think my dad would want his best friend to kill someone - especially kill someone. People like you."

"I think this kid is right, Mr. Black!" said the middle-aged man who spoke up with Harry just now. "Even if there were problems with the case back then, I think he should be tried by the Ministry of Magic instead of Let you lynch."

Blake looked at him unkindly after hearing this, "Who are you?"

"Roger, Roger MacMillan, maybe you don't remember me. I used to be a striker for the Magical Law Enforcement Team. After the explosion, I was the one who arrested you."

Blake's cheeks, which were already skinny, twitched, "That's still an old acquaintance. Why, do you still have any objections to this matter? After all, you can be considered one of the participants in this matter."

Many people could hear the hidden meaning in his words, which was nothing more than accusing Rogge of being prepared to shirk responsibility because he had participated in this situation.

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

Although he did participate in the arrest of Sirius Black back then, he was only following orders. Even if the wrong person is arrested now and an unjust, false, and wrongful case occurs, what does it have to do with him as a clerk.

And he is not one of Crouch's people, he is a Fudge faction. There are now flaws in the case that Crouch tried. If not many people know about this matter, then maybe Fudge will still do it for the so-called overall situation and the Ministry of Magic. Credibility, help him cover up.

But now this matter has reached such a stage. There are so many people in the theater, and some people were taking pictures just now. It can be said that the matter can no longer be concealed.

In this case, although Fudge would be a little troubled, he could only be "happy to see the result" and remove himself first.

So Roger just glanced at Peter calmly, and then said to Blake:

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but as this child said, you are not an official of the Ministry of Magic and have no law enforcement authority. This prisoner cannot be handed over to you. He can only be taken back to the Ministry of Magic."

As if worried that Blake's temper was too stubborn, he changed the subject and softened his tone.

"Of course, I guarantee on my own honor that the ministry will give you a fair answer. If the situation is true, he will be thrown into Azkaban.

Besides, if you think about it, you are about to regain your freedom, so why would you add new trouble to yourself because of such a scumbag? "

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

Peter Pettigrew clutched the clothes on his chest and gasped for air.

Black and Lupine stared at each other for a moment, and finally Lupine lowered his wand.

"You are the only one who has the right to make the decision, Harry," Black looked at him, "but think about it... think about what he has done..."

"He can go to Azkaban, right, sir?" Harry glanced at Roger MacMillan, who nodded affirmatively, "Depending on his situation, he may not be able to wait until he enters Azkaban. Photo The ghost will reward him with a kiss."

When Peter Pettigrew heard this, he couldn't breathe and almost took a breath.

"Very well," said Lupine. "Stand back, Harry."

Harry hesitated.

"I was just going to tie him up," said Lupine. "Nothing else, I swear."

Harry stepped aside, and this time a long rope shot out from the tip of Lupin's wand. After a while, Peter Pettigrew was tied up, with something stuffed in his mouth, and could only lie helplessly on the floor. Twisting.

"Of course, if you dare to transform and escape, Peter," Lupine said without moving his wand, "we will kill you. Do you agree, Harry?"

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

"Thank you, leave it to us next." Roger McMillan saw that they had solved the matter, and together with another colleague he knew, he stretched out his magic wand and waved.

It was as if there were invisible ropes tied to Pettigrew's wrists, neck and knees, 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, it would be best if you come back to the Ministry with us and use the floo network in this park.

Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore, I think the minister will explain it. "Roger continued.

Lupine and Black looked at each other, finally nodded, and walked beside him in silence.

A smile appeared on Roger McMillan's face. He looked at the bound Peter Pettigrew and felt that promotion and salary increase seemed to be beckoning to him.

From the perspective of Clark behind the scenes, so far, the entire plan to help Blake clear his name is moving in a good direction.

"Everyone, make way. Now we have to escort the prisoners to the headquarters."

Along with his shouts, the onlookers quickly made way to the outside of the theater.

Roger MacMillan and his companions sandwiched Peter Pettigrew, followed by Lupin and Black, preparing to return to the Ministry together.

Harry looked at their retreating figures, hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled Ron along, striding after them. He suddenly remembered that Black seemed to have another identity, and that was his godfather.

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

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

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"I...I heard..."

Harry calmed down his inner restlessness and erratic breathing. As soon as he opened his mouth, the next moment——

boom!

Accompanied by a huge explosion, on the mountainside not far away, the hall originally used to welcome tourists collapsed amidst the fire and roar, turning into ruins.

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