After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"He killed Lily and James, and now he wants to kill me... You must help me, Lupin..."

Sirius's unfathomable eyes glared at Peter Pettigrew, whose face looked more skull-like than ever. "No one wants to kill you until we get a few things straight," said Lupin.

"Get this straight?" Peter screamed, looking around again, his eyes fixed on the windows that Dumbledore had just boarded up with his magic, and also on the single door.

"I know he's after me! I know he's coming back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years! I live in fear all day long!"

"Did you know Sirius would escape from Azkaban?" Lupin frowned. "Hasn't anyone ever escaped before?"

"He's got tricks the rest of us can only dream of!" Peter screamed. "How else could he have gotten out of there? I bet He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him some tricks!"

Blake began to laugh, a horrible, joyless laugh that filled the room.

Even Lamia was shocked. She had never seen Sirius like this, like he was crazy.

"Voldemort, teach me a trick?" Peter flinched as if Sirius had whipped him.

"Why? Scared to hear your old master's name?" said Sirius. "I don't blame you, Peter. His men don't like you very much, do they?"

"I don't know - what are you talking about, Sirius -" Peter muttered, sweating even faster, and now his whole face was covered with sweat.

"You haven't been avoiding me for twelve years," said Sirius. "You've been avoiding Voldemort's former supporters. I heard some things in Azkaban.

Peter, they all think you are dead, or you must give them an explanation. I heard them screaming in their dreams and saying all kinds of things.

It sounds like they think the impostor tricked them, and that Voldemort, acting on your intelligence, went to the Potters' house, where Voldemort failed. Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they?

There are many here, biding their time, pretending they have realised their error, if they get wind that you are still alive, Peter..."

Sirius spoke a lot in one breath, but paused at the crucial moment.

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

"I must admit, Peter, I don't understand why an innocent man would spend twelve years as a rat," said Lupin flatly.

"Innocent, but terrified!" Peter screamed. "If Voldemort's supporters are after me, it's because I sent one of their most capable men to Azkaban—the spy, Sirius Black!"

Sirius's face contorted.

"How dare you say that," he growled, and it sounded like the growl of a dog the size of a bear, which was what he had become.

"Me, Voldemort's spy? When have I ever been sneaking around people who are more powerful and influential than me? But you, Peter - I don't understand why I didn't think you were the spy from the beginning. You always like friends who are more powerful than you, so that they can look after you, don't you? It was always us, me and Lupin, and James..."

Sirius lowered his voice as he considered Harry, who was present. Although he didn't say a word, he was obviously in a bad mood.

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

"I, spy, you must be crazy. I never, never understand how you can say such a thing..."

Lamia couldn't stand it anymore. The two groups of people kept arguing about who was right. There was nothing interesting at all. She originally thought that they would fight, or at least attack each other, but in the end, nothing happened. Dumbledore just stood there watching, like a background board.

But perhaps it was Lamia's expression that made Peter mistakenly think that she was going to attack him, and he actually knelt on the ground. His sudden action shocked everyone present, including Lamia.

"Peter, don't think that I can forgive you just like this. The sins you committed can never be forgiven!" Sirius was stunned for a moment, then said loudly.

Lamia didn't expect things to develop in this direction. Who would have thought that she was just curious about who Sirius was looking for at first.

"Lamia, what did you do?" Even though Lupin knew how timid Peter Pettigrew was, he couldn't understand why he would kneel down because of Lamia's expression. Lupin still preferred to believe that Lamia had done something.

"Me?" Lamia pointed at herself and found that everyone was looking at her, even Sirius, who had been arguing with Peter Pettigrew. "I didn't do anything."

Lamia spread her hands indifferently, "I don't even know who he is."

This was the first time Lamia heard the name Peter today. As someone who came to this world halfway, it was normal that she didn't know the name.

But except for Lupin and Dumbledore, no one else present could sympathize with Lamia. Even Harry thought that Lamia could not fail to know Peter. As a hero, Peter's name was almost spread throughout the entire wizarding world.

"I've been living in an orphanage my whole life, so I don't know if this is normal."

Lamia said.

Just when everyone's attention was drawn to Lamia, Peter had quietly crawled up from the ground. He half-crouched and moved towards the door little by little. The closer he got to the exit, the more nervous Peter became, and his exposed yellow front teeth were even trembling slightly.

All I can say is that Peter is worthy of being a mouse for twelve years. He was very cautious in his movements, and no one present noticed it. Or perhaps Lamia's presence was too strong, causing everyone to temporarily ignore the original target.