I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Pettigrew Peter, who was strangled by the neck, was flushed and his breathing became more and more difficult. He looked at the boy's cold eyes with a dazed expression for no reason.

Are you going to die?

Even now, Wormtail has a sense of unreality.

He had been hiding under the noses of the Weasleys and Dumbledore for eleven years without being discovered, and everyone thought he was dead.

I didn't expect to be caught by a twelve-year-old wizard today... I must be having a nightmare, wake up quickly!

Rove didn't really want to kill Wormtail, he let go at the last moment, and Wormtail fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing the young man walking slowly towards him again, Wormtail suddenly had moist eyes, choked with sobs and said in a trembling voice:

"Scamander, don't kill me... I beg you, please?"

Wormtail looked weak and helpless, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't help crying: "I kneel down for you, okay? Let me go! Please!"

Wormtail knelt down on the ground, knocked his head on the ground, bang bang, bleeding from his forehead, he crawled over on his knees again, trying to kiss Rove's shoes.

Wormtail interprets his flexibility to the extreme, as long as he can survive, he can do whatever he wants... Dignity is not even worth a Nat!

"Peterina Pettigrew, I'm sick of seeing you like this."

Rove kicked Wormtail away, his ribs were already broken like a broken kite, he fell heavily on the ground, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, he almost passed out from the pain.

Wormtail struggled twice before barely getting up. He put his elbows on the ground, endured the heart-piercing pain, and tried his best to back his body, trying to stay away from that terrifying blond boy.

For some reason, Wormtail looked at Rove and thought of the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle who also terrified him.

The corner of Rove's mouth curled up, revealing a trace of sarcasm:

"Did you kneel in front of Voldemort like this back then, begging for his forgiveness? As the price of your life, you promised to be his spy, and you betrayed your relatives, friends, and dear friends...the Potters?"

Wormtail flinched at the name Voldemort, as if struck with a whip, and screamed:

"I didn't... I didn't! I didn't betray James and Lily, it was all done by Sirius, it has nothing to do with me!!

He was locked up in Azkaban, and I got the Order of Merlin, which the Ministry of Magic recognized..."

"Does it matter, Veritaserum will tell us the truth, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, a liar."

A small bottle appeared in Rove's hand, he walked to Wormtail, and forcibly poured the potion into his mouth.

Not all wizards cast spells without a wand, Wormtail without a wand, and seriously wounded...basically tantamount to lambs to the slaughter.

After taking Veritaserum, Wormtail quickly narrated how he was captured by Voldemort, how he agreed to be a spy, and how he exchanged secret keeper with Sirius during the boy's questioning, which resulted in the deaths of the Potters... .

After listening, Shirley and Hermione looked complicated. No matter how precocious they were, they were only thirteen-year-old girls.

Those who have not been deeply involved in the world can't imagine how sinister the human heart is that has never been described in the book, and they can't imagine how low the bottom line is when people do evil!

Looking at Wormtail now, they could finally understand a little bit.

"Last question, where did you put Tom Riddle's diary?" Rove continued to ask, "The secret room? Or the Gryffindor dormitory?"

"Last night, I attacked Dean Thomas. The master said that the fear power that created the Obscure has been collected. He needs to find a secret place to brew the potion safely."

Wormtail spoke in a deadpan tone.

"Before Halloween, I took my master to the secret room. The place was burned to the ground, and the dormitory couldn't be boiled. The master chose the room of responsiveness."

"Is the Room of Requirement?" Rove asked. "What is Tom's request for the Room of Requirement?"

The Room of Response will arrange the room according to the needs of the user. If another wizard wants to enter, he must put forward the same demand as the user.

It's like... If Rove needs a room to hide things, after he enters the Room of Requirement, Shirley wants to go in again, and her request must also be to hide things.

If not, she cannot enter.

"I don't know." Wormtail shook his head.

"Why don't you know?" Rove narrowed his eyes, "Then who brews the potion in the Room of Requirement?"

"The master asked me to pour more than half of my life into the diary, which is enough to support him to leave the diary for a period of time, and he can still touch the entity." Peter said with trembling eyelids:

"The master cooks it himself in the Room of Requirement...he won't let me in."

Rove sighed softly, this is a bit troublesome.

...

...

After getting the information he wanted, Rove turned Wormtail back into a mouse and locked him in a magic box.

The box wasn't that big, and if Wormtail wanted to turn back into a human, he would just be stuck in it... It was impossible for him to escape.

Rove was standing by the lake, holding a brush, combing the mane of the horse-shaped water monster.

Shirley came over and said, "I've already placed that box in the cabinet."

"Just give Peter some food every day to make sure he doesn't starve to death." Rove kept the brush in his hand.

"I see." Shirley nodded slightly, sitting behind the boy with her legs together, watching him busy there.

"So that wizard named Sirius Black was wronged?" the girl asked suddenly.

"That's right."

"I've been locked up in Azkaban for eleven years, hasn't Black made a plea?" Shirley asked in confusion.

"No evidence is one thing, the most important thing..." Rove stopped and said slowly:

"Black temporarily replaced the secret keeper, causing the deaths of the Potters. He may think he is guilty, and being locked up in Azkaban is also atonement for himself."

"Peter and Blake." Shirley was silent for a long time, then hugged her knees and said, "Friends who grew up together, why is there such a big gap?"

"The gap between people is sometimes bigger than between people and dogs." Rove said flatly: "Even if the acquired environment is similar, what about before entering school? Family factors are also a reason that cannot be ignored... In short, there are too many influences." .”

Shirley's expression was complicated. She remembered how she was bullied in the monastery since she was a child, otherwise she wouldn't be carrying a baseball bat on the first day of school.

If she hadn't met someone, she'd probably still be that thin, taciturn fellow.

The girl with ponytail rested her chin on her knees, and the breeze was blowing on her face. She suddenly smiled and said, "Rove, I'm hungry!"

The boy let out an "ah" in surprise, then turned his head and said:

"My boss is always working, and you are watching by the side, and let me cook? You are too much."

The girl smiled confidently: "I'm asking for leave!"

"When did you invite me?"

"just!"

"Then your bonus is gone!!"

The girl snorted twice, then suddenly raised her foot and lightly kicked his instep, whispering:

"Rove, if that happened to me, I would definitely be like Black... I would rather die than betray you."

The boy was silent for a moment and said, "I won't let that happen to you."

"I know!"

The girl with ponytails fell back on the grass, with the corners of her mouth raised, looking at the shining ceiling, as if looking at the most beautiful starry sky map.

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(Chapter two, tomorrow morning.)