Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 149 The truth of the year
Such a change completely shocked the three of Harry in place, more shocking than seeing Sirius staying with John.

Especially Ron, I saw that he was pale, as if thinking of getting along with Banban in the past, he covered his mouth and tried hard not to spit it out.

Sirius raised his wand-holding arm, but Lupine grabbed his wrist, gave him a warning wink, and turned to Pettigrew, still speaking cheerfully and lightly.

"We were chatting just now, Peter. We talked about what happened the night Lily and James died. You may have missed some details when you were screaming in the cage!"

"Remus," said Pettigrew hurriedly, and Harry saw beads of sweat forming on his pale face, "you wouldn't believe him...? He wanted to kill me, Remus..."

"That's what we heard," said Lupine, his voice a little colder. "I'd like to clarify a little point or two with you, Peter, if you'd like..."

"He's coming to kill me again!" Peter screamed suddenly, pointing at Blake.

Harry saw that he was using his middle finger because he didn't have an index finger. "He killed Lily and James, and now he's coming to kill me...you're going to save me, Remus..."

Sirius' face completely darkened, his unfathomable eyes fixed on Pettigrew, as if he wanted to make two holes in Peter's body with his eyes.

"No one's going to kill you until we figure something out," Lupine said.

"Got it?" Pettigrew squealed, looking around again.

His small eyes flicked to the sealed window, then to the only door, and his tone was flustered: "I knew he would come to me! I knew he would come back! I've been waiting for 12 years!"

"Did you know that Sirius would escape from Azkaban?" Lupine frowned. "No one has done it before."

"He has dark magic powers that we can't even dream of!" Pettigrew shrieked. "How else could he escape? I guess the man who can't even mention his name taught him a few tricks!"

Sirius immediately laughed when he heard Pettigrew's words, a horrible, temperatureless laughter filled the entire room.

"Voldemort? How much did he teach me?"

Pettigrew flinched, as if Sirius had whipped him.

"What? Scared to hear your old master's name?" said Blake. "It's understandable, Peter. His men don't like you very much, do they?"

"Don't know... what are you talking about, Sirius..." grumbled Pettigrew, his breathing more rapid and his face was covered with sweat now.

"You haven't been hiding from me for the past 12 years!" Sirius said quietly, "but you've been hiding from Voldemort's old subordinates. I heard something in Azkaban."

"Peter... They all thought you were dead, otherwise they would have asked you to confess... I heard them yelling all kinds of things in their dreams, and they seemed to think that the liar had betrayed them."

"Voldemort went to the Potters, according to your information... Voldemort was broken there, not all of Voldemort's men went into Azkaban, did they? Some were out there, biding their time, pretending to be reformed... ...if they learn you're alive, Peter...what do you think they'll do to you?"

"I don't know . . . what are you talking about . . . " said Pettigrew, his voice sharper.

He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up at Lupine: "You don't believe this... these crazy words, Remus..."

"I must admit, Peter, that I cannot see why an innocent man would want to be a rat for twelve years," said Lupine impartially.

"Innocent is innocent, but be afraid!" Pettigrew screamed. "If Voldemort's minions are looking for me, it's because I sent their best lieutenant to Azkaban! The spy, Sirius Black !"

Sirius' face was crooked, and he wanted to raise his hand to attack Peter Pettigrew, but John held it down.

"How dare you!" he growled, sounding a lot like the bear-like dog he had become. "Me, Voldemort's spy? When have I ever courted someone stronger and more powerful than me?"

"And you—I don't understand why I didn't see you as a spy in the first place. You've always liked strong friends to get their attention, haven't you? It used to be us... me and Remus... There's James..."

Pettigrew wiped his face again, he was almost out of breath.

"I, spy... you must be crazy... there is nothing... I don't know how you can say that..."

"Lily and James asked you to be the secret keeper after listening to my suggestion." Black said through gritted teeth, the tone was so fierce that Pettigrew took a step back.

"I thought it was a good ruse... a ploy... Voldemort would have come to me, and I didn't expect them to use something as weak as you... You told Voldemort that you could dedicate the Potters to him, That must have been the happiest moment of your mean life."

Pettigrew muttered incoherently, and Harry heard words like "ridiculous" and "crazy", but he couldn't help noticing Pettigrew's dusty face, and those eyes glancing at the window and door again. with.

"Professor Lupine?" Hermione asked timidly, "Can I... may I say something?"

"Of course, Hermione," said Lupine kindly.

"Um... Scabbers... I mean, this... this man...he slept in Harry's dormitory for almost three years. If he is the accomplice of You-Know-Who, why hasn't he hurt Harry?"

"Yeah!" shrieked Pettigrew, pointing his mutilated finger at Hermione, "thank you! See that, Remus? I haven't touched a single hair of Harry's! Why would I? "

"I'll tell you why," said Blake, "because you've never seen a rabbit or a hawk. Voldemort hasn't been seen for twelve years, and he's said to be half dead. Dumbledore killed people right under his nose, didn't he?"

"You have to make sure he's still the greatest overlord before you go back to him, don't you? Otherwise, why would you find a wizard family to take you in? Because it keeps your ears open, doesn't it, Peter? In case your The old patron has made a comeback, the situation is safe, you go back and talk to him..."

Pettigrew opened his mouth a few times, and seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Seeing that he still wanted to say some sophistry, John was a little impatient to listen.

Raising his hand directly, he saw the wooden boards on the ground fly up and turned into iron chains, directly restraining his limbs and completely fixing him in place.

"Instead of arguing so much, there is actually a faster way." John took out a bottle of silver-white radiant potion from the ring.

"This is the veritaserum I have refined. Compared with the ones on the market, this veritaserum has a stronger effect."

As he said that, John uncorked the bottle of Veritaserum, and walked slowly towards Peter Pettigrew.

"No! No! This is an illegal act, this is an illegal act!!" Pettigrew Peter's shrill voice was several degrees higher, his body constantly twisting, trying to get rid of the shackles of the chain.

And what frightened him even more was that he wanted to transform into an Animagus form, and some kind of power came from the chain, which scattered the magic power in his body, making it impossible to transform smoothly.

In the end, he could only watch John pinch his mouth open and pour the veritaserum in his hand into his mouth.

As the liquid slid down his throat and fell into Peter Pettigrew's stomach, the potion's power, enhanced by the dementor dust, kicked in.

Under John's gesture, Harry asked, "Did you tell the mysterious man where my parents are?"

Peter Pettigrew's eyes were full of pleading at this moment, but under the influence of the potion, he still said in his unique high-pitched voice: "Of course it's me, the first time the arrogant James replaced the secret keeper with me!" , I told that... that person everything!"

"Why are you doing this! Aren't you my father's good friend?" Harry asked angrily

"Friend? What friend? He never regarded me as a friend. I was just his follower. His so-called help is nothing more than a kind of charity!"

"But it's not bad now. He's dead. It's a pleasure to die at the hands of his invisible followers. This is simply the most glorious achievement of my life. The powerful and intelligent James Potter and the genius potion master Lily Potter died at my hands! Hahaha”

Peter Pettigrew said disdainfully, but his body and eyes were resisting.

"You!!" Sirius couldn't bear it anymore, and punched Peter Pettigrew hard in the face.

Several yellowed teeth splashed on the ground with blood.

Harry was shaking with anger, his hands clenched into fists, watching the furious Sirius beat Pettigrew.

In the end, Lupine came forward to stop Sirius. If Peter Pettigrew is killed now, Sirius will never be able to wash away his grievances.

Soon everyone asked their own questions, and with Peter Pettigrew talking all kinds of things under the influence of the potion, the real truth of the year was also laid out in front of everyone.

What Sirius said was true, everyone present at the moment stared at Peter Pettigrew with disgust.

At this time, the effect of the potion gradually faded, Peter Pettigrew, who clearly knew what he said, turned pale, and immediately wanted to ask for mercy.

"No...don't..." Pettigrew yelled in horror, and hurriedly turned to look at Ron who was standing behind him showing disgust.

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

But Ron glared at Pettigrew with utter disgust, the malice in his eyes almost crystallized.

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

"Good boy... good master..." Pettigrew pleaded, "You won't let them do that... I'm your little mouse... I'm a good pet..."

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

Ron's face was even more ugly because of Pettigrew's words, and he turned to look at Hermione instead of seeing Pettigrew's disgusting face.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew looked at Hermione and begged, "Lovely girl... smart girl... I know you are the kindest...you...you won't let them... help me... ..."

Hermione hugged Crookshanks and took a few steps back, as if disgusted, and Crookshanks in Hermione's arms issued a sharp warning sound to Peter Pettigrew.

Pettigrew shivered uncontrollably, and slowly turned his head towards Harry.

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

"How dare you talk to Harry?" Sirius roared. "How dare you face him? How dare you talk about James in front of him?"

"Harry," Peter Pettigrew continued in a low voice, ignoring Sirius, "Harry, James won't want me killed...James will understand, Harry...he'll have mercy on me... ..."

But Harry didn't give Peter Pettigrew a look at all, just stared at Sirius with a complicated look.

(End of this chapter)