A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Black's hand came up, but Lupine caught his wrist and gave him a warning glance.Lupine then turned to Peter Pettigrew, his voice relaxed and casual.

"Okay, Peter, now you can tell everything about that year. We were discussing what happened that day between Lily and James. You have been under Severus's shackles before, and you may not have heard some details. arrive……"

"Professor Dumbledore," Peter Pettigrew said breathlessly, with beads of sweat breaking out on his pale face, "you won't believe them, right... He was the one who wanted to kill me, Dumbledore professor……"

"We heard," Dumbledore said slowly, putting the elder wand into his pocket. "Whether it's Professor Rumplesping, Remus, or Severus, I think they are enough to confirm what they know. Everything, before Connelly comes, if you will—"

"He broke into Hogwarts again to kill me!" Peter Pettigrew suddenly pointed at Black and screamed. He used his middle finger because his index finger was broken-on that night 12 years ago, he He cut off his index finger and faked his death.

"He killed Lily and James, and now he wants to kill me again... You must believe me, Professor Dumbledore, you know me..."

Black stared at Peter Pettigrew with his unfathomable eyes, his face looking more skeleton than before.

Lupine stopped Black with his arm to prevent him from dying in the hands of Sirius before he told all the truth - no one knew the anger in his friend's heart better than Lupine. For a full 12 years, he had been deeply spent in self-blame.

"No one wants to kill you until we figure out a few things." Dumbledore said, "Besides, Hogwarts is not the Ministry of Magic. We will not put you on trial. I just want to find out what happened that year." What's up."

"Clarify the matter?" Peter Pettigrew screamed, looking around hastily, only to find that he was tightly surrounded by everyone in the center of the room, with no chance to escape. "I know he is chasing me! I know he will come. Find me! I've been waiting for this for 12 years."

"Did you know that Sirius escaped from Azkaban?" Dumbledore frowned, "I have never known a way to escape."

"He has evil powers that the rest of us can't think of!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, still resisting, trying to change Dumbledore's mind and blame everything on Sirius.

However, he still didn't know how ridiculous what he did was, and almost everyone was pretty sure that he was the one who betrayed James and Lily.

It's not so much that Peter Pettigrew is untrustworthy, but that Black's behavior is more consistent with everything he says.

If Peter Pettigrew really didn't betray James and Lily, why did he hide in the Weasley family for ten years?

Because he knew very well that he couldn't deceive everyone.Everyone knew how good the relationship between James and Sirius was, and no one believed that Sirius would betray James.

However, Peter Pettigrew has not given up his struggle yet.

"How else could he escape from that hellish place?" he screamed, "I think He Who Must Not Be Named must have taught him some tricks!"

Black began to laugh, a horrible, joyless laugh that filled the room, "Voldemort, teach me a trick?"

Peter Pettigrew flinched, as if afraid of Black, and took a few steps back in Dumbledore's direction.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of hearing your old master's name?" Black said, taking a big step forward, which made Peter's whole body tremble. "I don't blame you, Peter. Those people under him are not Why do I like you, don’t you?”

"I don't know...what are you talking about, Sirius..." Peter Pettigrew said, sweating faster, and now his whole face was covered in sweat.

"You haven't been avoiding me for 12 years." Black said, "You have been avoiding Voldemort's former supporters. I heard some things in Azkaban. Peter... they all thought you were dead. Otherwise you have to give them an explanation... I heard them screaming in their sleep and saying all kinds of things. It sounded like they thought the liar had tricked them. Voldemort went to the Potters based on your information..."

"But Voldemort failed there. Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, right? There are still many out there, waiting for the opportunity, pretending that they have realized their mistake... If they get wind of it, they will know You're alive, Peter..."

Lupine stepped back and blocked Black, "That's enough, Sirius, you've said enough."

"No, it's not enough." Sirius roared, "Do you know how I have lived these 12 years? Do you know how much I blame myself for what happened to James and Lily? Do you know when I faced Harry? How painful is it?"

"Okay, Sirius, it's all over, he will get the punishment he deserves." Lupine gently patted Sirius on the back, trying to calm him down.

Snape reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass vial, "Give him a drink."

"What is this?" Lupine asked, shaking the bottle.

"The calming potion." Snape said coldly, "At least let us listen to this rat's statement quietly."

Black gritted his teeth and looked at Snape, but Lupine had already drank the calming potion, and he fell back in a daze. Fortunately, Lupine was quick to pull a chair over, otherwise he would have fallen to the floor.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Dumbledore asked, waiting for them to finish everything.

"You can't believe what they say, Professor!" Peter Pettigrew sobbed, wiping his face with his sleeve. "You can't believe this madman, Professor..."

"I'm afraid I have to admit, Peter, I can't understand why an innocent man, who can even be called a hero, would spend 12 years pretending to be a mouse." Dumbledore said lightly, "If you can explain All these words.”

"Innocent, but terrified!" screamed Peter Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's supporters are after me, it's because I took one of their most capable and best-hidden men to Azkaban." -The spy, Sirius Black!"

Blake's face was twisted. He was so angry that he was about to burst from the chair, but the weakness in his limbs forced him to sit still in the chair.

"I have absolutely no idea how Sirius could say such a thing, Professor," Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, "I have no idea what he is talking about."