Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 144 Peter Pettigrew is arrested

At noon, Hermione climbed out of bed with satisfaction. After a brief wash, she looked around for traces of Harry and Ron. Finally she found them in the auditorium. Ron was eating toast.

"Hermione, I didn't expect you to miss class. Your roommates thought you had already left, but the professors didn't blame you," Harry said.

"Oh, you say this, whatever." Hermione's face was full of thoughts, but she hesitated to speak, and she had already subconsciously picked up the wand in her hand.

"How about it? Did you borrow the diary from Ginny?" Harry whispered.

"Of course. I said I wanted to review spells, and she lent me the money."

"Take it out quickly, let's ask about the unknown things." Harry and Ron said urgently.

But Hermione shook her head: "I've already asked. Mr. Sellers and I chatted all night last night. Harry... things are a bit complicated."

"No wonder you slept all morning." Ron said, "For you, chatting with Mr. Sellers is probably the only thing more important than going to class."

Hermione's face turned red unnaturally, and her cheeks heated up.

"Anyway, I need you to come with me. We have to find a professor, Professor Lupin or Professor McGonagall. It would be better if Professor Dumbledore is here." Hermione said solemnly.

Her appearance made both Harry and Ron feel very uncomfortable and worried.

‘Is it really ominous? Why else would Hermione be so nervous? ’ Harry thought. He felt very suffocated when he thought about the big black dog he saw when he ran away from home.

Will he die tragically like Ron's uncle? He was uneasy.

"Harry, can you go find Professor Lupin? Ask him to go to Professor McGonagall's office?" Hermione suggested, thinking that having only one professor present might not be so safe.

Harry nodded numbly.

"What's going on?" Ron followed Hermione.

Hermione was careful and did not directly ask where Scabbers was: "I'm sorry Ron, I want to apologize to you because of Crookshanks."

"What?" Ron's eyes widened. He thought he heard wrongly.

"I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what Crookshanks did. In fact, Mr. Sellers also thought I didn't do well last night." Hermione said apologetically, "I didn't do anything to you." Keep your pets in mind.”

"Oh - I think it's nothing. Anyway, Scabbers is fine now." Ron said a little embarrassedly. He probably didn't expect Hermione to take the initiative to apologize.

Thinking about it now, he felt that he was not very good. He almost ruined their friendship for a mouse.

"I still feel a little sorry. Can you let me touch it?" Hermione held the wand tighter with her right hand. She was so nervous that her voice was trembling.

"Oh, of course." Ron nodded solemnly and said incoherently while looking through his schoolbag, "It's in my schoolbag. You know, I'm afraid Crookshanks sneaked into my room - of course, I didn't mean that. It’s your fault, cats are like that.”

After a while, he took out Banban.

This is a big rat, its fur is a little yellow, it looks dry and lacks energy. Hermione remembered seeing it on the train when she first came to Hogwarts. It looked very moist at that time.

"Why is it missing a finger?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Ron shrugged. "That's my impression. It has lived in my house for a long time and is almost as old as me. It has lost a lot of weight recently. I think it may not live long."

Ron looked a little sad.

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Yes." Hermione swallowed, took Scabbers with her left hand, and held it in her hand.

Then--

"All petrified!"

Banban was as stiff as a mouse-like sculpture.

"What are you doing?" Ron screamed with disbelief on his face, his face flushed, and his red hair beating like his burning anger.

"I'm sorry Ron." Hermione said guiltily. She was just sorry for Ron's sad mood at the moment.

"You still dare to say sorry?"

Ron said angrily, this terrible woman was still saying sorry to Banban, but the next moment she turned Banban to stone.

"You're crazy! Give Scabbers back to me!" He rushed over, intending to snatch Scabbers away, but Hermione took a step back and hid Scabbers behind her back.

"Scabbers is not a mouse Ron, he is a person, an illegal Animagus! He is also the murderer who killed Harry's parents!" Hermione said seriously.

"What are you talking about?" Ron's face was full of absurdity, but he still stopped.

"This is the truth that Mr. Sellers told me. When the professors are all here, can I explain it to you in detail?" Hermione comforted, "Now let's go to Professor McGonagall. Harry has already gone I'm looking for Professor Luping. With two professors here, there won't be any accidents."

The two of them arrived at Mag's office, and the serious witch looked at them in surprise.

"What's the matter, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley?"

"There is something very important about Sirius Black..." Hermione said.

"What did you find?" McGonagall stood up quickly, walked quickly to Hermione, and said anxiously, "Don't tell me that he sneaked into the castle!"

"No - but, I wonder if I can say it in front of the principal?"

"If it really has something to do with Black, I think it's best, come with me." McGonagall nodded solemnly, and she walked out the door, just in time to meet Harry and Lupin coming towards her.

"Potter, Lupin?" McGonagall didn't seem surprised to see the two of them.

"Harry said something." Lupine said softly.

"It has something to do with Black." McGonagall said, "Let's go to the principal's office first."

The group of people immediately hurried to the principal's office. Harry and Ron still didn't know anything yet. Both of them were very confused and didn't know what happened.

Even Dumbledore was a little surprised when he saw so many visitors coming to his office all at once.

"Albus, Miss Granger has something to tell you about Black," McGonagall said.

Dumbledore looked at Hermione with his bright eyes. He probably knew what was going on now, but he still listened quietly to Hermione explain everything from beginning to end.

After a long time, everyone was stunned and speechless by this story. Lupine was ashamed and anxious and said to Hermione: "Show me that mouse!"

Hermione let go of her hand, and the hard piece of Scabbers fell to the ground. Ron looked a little unable to bear it, but he was also disgusted.

"Reveal yourself!" Lupine's spell fell on the mouse, and Scabbers immediately swelled up and turned into a sloppy, dirty, short and fat wizard.

The petrified man lay on the ground with his limbs stiffened, with an expression of fear and pleading on his face, a look of flattery.

‘I actually slept with this thing for two years? ’ Ron almost vomited.

"It seems that the truth has finally come to light." Dumbledore said softly, turning his gaze to Hermione, "But I would like to know, Miss Granger, how did you know these things?"

"Yes..." Hermione found it difficult to give a suitable explanation.

Fortunately, Dumbledore gave her a step up: "I think it should be Cyrus, right?"

"He wrote to us," Hermione said bravely.

Dumbledore did not go into details, but Professor McGonagall was very worried: "Albus, can you believe what that person said?"

"Whether you can trust him or not does not depend on what he says, but on whether the truth is true." Dumbledore replied calmly. He couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, like a deep river, "At least we should find Black and hold a Wizengamot meeting. I believe the law will give us justice."

"But it didn't, didn't it?"

Harry, who had not spoken since entering the headmaster's office, suddenly spoke, his tone so full of angry power that it made his throat feel like it was burning.

"It didn't give Sirius Black a just ending, did it?" he said hoarsely. After listening to the story, the first thing he thought of was not hatred, but how much a wronged person suffered in Azkaban. ?

Harry had seen Sirius's wanted portrait, and he was nothing like a human being.

"Harry, the law is fair, but people are not necessarily fair." Dumbledore said earnestly, "It was not only the law that put shackles on Sirius Black, but also himself. I don't think he has done anything in the past twelve years. Not for a moment wallowing in self-blame. Of course, we all know now that he was not at fault.

"And, I think, you can help him unlock this shackles and let him gain the freedom of body and soul."

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