It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 151 Pettigrew Peter

The faint fragrance of agarwood pervades the silent room.

It was pitch black here, with only a faint glimmer of light emanating from the crystal ball on the table.

In the transparent crystal, there seemed to be a group of misty things constantly changing its shape, which was unpredictable.

Wearing a large black robe with a hood covering most of his face, Silke will always be in such an unchanging attire.

She has been sitting here, looking at the crystal ball on the table for a full day, but the fate in the crystal ball is still unpredictable, and it has not been determined for a long time.

This is a very rare phenomenon.

She is just a fortuneteller, not a prophet, so naturally there are times when she can't see clearly.

But this time she saw something different, but this thing was constantly changing.

Tens of thousands of possibilities have changed in just one day, which is even more confusing than the previous divinations that were covered by fog and could only vaguely see part of the illusion.

At this moment, a green flame suddenly lit up in the cold fireplace, and the flames formed the face of a middle-aged witch.

"I'm sorry to disturb your fortune-telling Miss Silk, but the director said that he has something to ask you to go over."

Silk spoke coldly.

"about what?"

"The memory tracing team has completed the deciphering of Fiddlesticks' memory. They have obtained the reason why the fearful demon wanted to escape, and they have also found out the origin of the locket on your friend."

Hogwarts, Forbidden Forest.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all watched this scene in disbelief.

The notorious murderer who betrayed Harry's parents, defected to Voldemort, and now wants to kill Harry after he escaped from prison, actually colluded with their two most trusted defense professors, and raised his hand against them. wand!
"No! This is not a real professor!" cried Hermione, crying, shaking her head in tears.

Ron opened his mouth, subconsciously grasping Banban tightly in his hands, and was speechless for a long time.

The expression on Harry's face had completely collapsed.

He recalled the scenes of getting along with Sherlock before, took him on a trip to France, and celebrated his birthday with him even if he had something to do in the Ministry of Magic. In order to teach him the Patronus Charm, he even grabbed a Only Dementors come back to teach.

So the previous Professor Forrest was all in disguise?

Now he shows his true colors?

Is he also a running dog of the Dark Lord?

At this moment, Harry thought a lot, and at this moment, his heart was ashamed, and he felt that he had been betrayed by the whole world.

When the expressions on the faces of the three were all dull, Sherlock waved gently, and the wands on Ron and Hermione all flew up for no reason, and finally fell into his hands.

The wand in Harry's hand was not taken away by him because he held it too tightly.

"Why, Professor? Why are you helping Black?" Harry asked with tears in his eyes, holding up his wand.

Sherlock waved at him, telling him to stand aside so as not to cause trouble.

"Don't play on yourself here, Harry, we didn't come to catch you at all, stand aside with Hermione, don't delay us from doing things."

Hearing his words, Harry noticed that the wands of the three of Sherlock and the others were not aimed at him from the beginning to the end, but were aimed at Ron all the time!

"Don't delay! Grab him quickly! I can't wait!" Sirius said eagerly.

The three of them were forming a double-team around Ron, leaving Harry and Hermione aside.

The despair on Harry's face froze, and he watched Sherlock's actions blankly.

And Ron's expression changed from shock at the beginning to despair now.

Subconsciously, he held Banban tightly in his hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, despite its frantic screams and bites, he did not dare to let go!

"Your target is me!" Ron yelled in disbelief, "What did I do?"

Lupine's eyes were fixed on the mouse in Ron's hand, and his voice was still gentle.

"No, Ron, don't be nervous, we're not here for Harry and we're not here for you, give me that mouse in your hand, hold him tight, and put him in my hands."

His words startled Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

"Scabbets." Ron gripped the mouse even tighter, "What do you want it for! It's just a poor old, shabby mouse!"

Black's face was full of impatience. Seeing that the enemy was right in front of him, he couldn't wait, and he didn't want to wait for a moment.

He walked forward quickly, trying to snatch Scabbers from Ron's hand, but Lupine stopped him.

"We need to explain it to them, Sirius! They have a right to know everything!"

"We can explain it after the fact!"

"It's all petrified."

A sudden incantation stopped Lupine and Sirius from arguing.

Together they looked at Sherlock who was leisurely putting down his wand, and at Ron who was panting nervously but not petrified.

In the end, he fixed his gaze on his hand, which was struggling desperately just now, but now it is as still as a sculpture, and can only keep turning the eyeballs around.

"You are too inked, and I think we can explain it to Harry and the others first, but before explaining, we need to do some preventive work."

Sherlock shrugged and said to Harry and the others at the same time.

"So want to hear a story? If you want to hear it, just sit down honestly and listen to Lupine and Sirius. And Ron, you can stop holding Scabbers so tightly now, or you won't Carefully strangle him to death, Sirius' hatred will be vented on you."

Harry shook his head, he still had an expression of disbelief, and kept talking.

"I can't understand. I still can't understand. Blake is obviously a murderer. He killed my parents. The whole wizarding world is looking for him. Why are you professors with them? You also have to deal with Ron's pet!"

"Because he's not a mouse at all!" Sirius sneered.

"He's an Animagus," said Lupine quietly, "and his name is Peter Pettigrew."

"You're all crazy!" Ron thought they were talking crazy.

Even Hermione said in a weak voice, "Ridiculous!"

Sherlock didn't participate in the story time between them, because he seemed to hear something at this time, "tick tock", but couldn't find it.

Lupine and Sirius were telling Harry and the others together, telling the true story back then. From the beginning of Harry's doubts, to the latter two answering their doubts bit by bit, they gradually began to trust them. said the words.

".It was in this forbidden forest that Lupine and Sherlock caught me. I told them the whole truth, and finally they believed me and helped me catch Peter!"

When Sirius was talking, his eyes never avoided the mouse in Ron's hand.

After spending more than ten years in Azkaban, after escaping from prison, he escaped hunting for a whole year, and now the enemy is right in front of him!
He was not a very patient person in the first place, and now he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Then how are you going to make us trust you?" Harry asked, looking into Sirius' eyes.

In fact, he now somewhat believes what he said, but he still needs a tangible evidence in front of him.

"It's easy to get evidence." Sirius held out his hand to Ron.

"Give him to me, boy, now."

Ron's face was panicked. In fact, he already believed the adults' words a little bit in his heart, but the relationship with Banban for so long made him dare not believe it.

Lupine said softly.

"Think about it, Ron, how long has this mouse lived in your house? Would a normal mouse have lived this long?"

"Our family has been taking good care of it!"

"But he behaved very abnormally at the beginning of this semester, right? After hearing that Black escaped from Azkaban."

"What would you do to it if I gave it to you?" Ron asked Lupine nervously.

"Forcing him to show himself," said Lupine. "If it's really a rat, it won't hurt it."

Ron hesitated, and then he finally delivered Scabbers.

Banban was under Sherlock's petrification spell at this time, and his body was stiff and motionless, but his small eyes showed human panic and despair.

Lupine held him in his hands, and Sirius's slightly moist eyes showed a fiery light.

They raised their wands.

"Want to come with us, Sherlock." Lupine invited him
Sherlock aimed his own wand at Scabbers as well.

"Forcing the appearance spell?"

"Yes, this spell is very effective on Animagus."

said Lupine, clutching Scabbers in one hand and his wand in the other: "I'll count to three. One, two, three!"

All three wands emitted blue-white light, and about a minute later, Scabbers was hanging in mid-air, as if the petrification spell had been lifted, and its small black body writhed crazily.

The mouse dropped, onto the grass, another blinding flash, and then it was like a quick shot of a tree growing.

A head appeared on the ground, limbs stretched out, and a moment later, a wizard stood where Scabbers had been, wringing his hands in awe!

The man was short, not much taller than Harry and Hermione, and his thin pale hair was disheveled, with a large patch of baldness on the top of his head.

His appearance is like that of an obese person who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. His skin looks dirty, almost like spotted fur. His pointed nose and small watery eyes also have the characteristics of rats.

The moment Peter appeared, Sherlock's binding spell was used.

The rope conjured by magic entangled Peter, cutting off any possibility of him escaping!
(End of this chapter)