Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"What did you say you are?"

Harry held his shoulder and moved it a little. Dudley's medicine was very useful, and it wasn't painful anymore.

"Witcher" Dudley looked helpless. He simply stopped and stood in front of his cousin.

"Forget it, what else do you want to ask? Ask now. I don't really want to fight this battle anyway."

Harry's eyes glanced around the equipment on his body, and he let out a breath of surprise from time to time:

"Dudley, how did you become this, what kind of witcher?"

This sentence seemed to have some magic power, and a hint of sadness slowly appeared on Dudley's expression:

"I want to avenge my father."

Harry didn't expect to hear such an answer. He was stunned immediately. In a daze, he seemed to think of Aunt Petunia with tears streaming down her face:

"If there is a chance to avenge Vernon."

A sharp sourness came out, like eating sour oranges on an empty stomach.

"Okay, let's go together."

Harry took a deep breath and whispered.

Dudley looked at him in surprise, but didn't say anything, and the two of them fell into an unspeakable silence for a while.

"By the way - what's happening now? Why are you here suddenly?"

Harry asked casually while looking around.

"Me? The church said there was a big operation, which was related to the survival of the church. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so we came over."

Dudley shook his head, frowned and said:

"I thought I would be able to go back in a few days, but I didn't expect it has been so long. I don't know how my mother will be at home alone."

This sentence seemed to give Harry a heavy blow. He suddenly jumped up and stammered:

"I remembered Dudley's Aunt Petunia was here too."

Dudley turned his head stiffly, the shock and confusion on his face were clear, and he said word by word:

"Mom. Is she here too?"

Harry nodded:

"The Super Goblet of Fire will invite family members. You know, I don't have any relatives anymore, so Sirius invited Aunt Petunia, but he didn't expect it."

Dudley opened his mouth, his strength seemed to have been drained away, and the tension and anxiety were mixed together, burning his heart like a flame.

"Where's mom, is she okay?"

He was angry and anxious, but he couldn't blame Harry for this, because no one would have thought that such a major event would happen. Fortunately, Harry's answer made him relax a lot.

"It's very safe. Zhang dug a hole in the ground at the beginning. Now the wounded and their families are hiding in the hole, and there are still people guarding them."

Dudley started walking without saying a word. Originally he had no idea or goal, but now he only had one idea, and that was to find his mother as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute Dudley, with this fog here, it's definitely impossible to go this way, but I have an idea."

Harry summoned his Patronus as he spoke, and he smiled at Dudley:

"I didn't think of it before."

He lowered his head and stroked the patron saint's head, and whispered:

"Take us to find our companions——"

The silver big-antlered deer nodded and jumped into the mist. After a while, it returned and motioned for Harry to follow.

"It looks like it's so useful."

"Haha, who is this? Peter?"

Sirius looked at the person in front of him happily, with a kind of hatred deep in his bones in his eyes. He squeezed the wand so hard that his joints turned white.

Peter was short, with thin, light-colored hair that was unkempt and a large bald spot on the top of his head.

The pointed nose and small watery eyes also have the characteristics of a mouse.

Peter looked at Sirius nervously, breathing rapidly and his eyes wandering around.

"Little-Sirius, my friend." Peter seemed to see that there was no chance to escape now, so a flattering smile appeared on his face: "My friend, long time no see, how are you doing lately?

You look good." He looked at Sirius, breathing faster and faster.

"Okay, very good -" Sirius's voice was cold and emotionless. Although there was still a smile on his face, his smile only made Peter feel a little shuddering.

"You know, Peter, I have fantasized about today's scene countless times. What's wrong? Are you still thinking of any tricks?

We all know what you have done."

"No, no, no, Black," Peter begged, kneeling down. "If Lily and James were here, they would forgive me. I'm so scared. That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named caught me." , they tortured me!”

Peter said with tears in his eyes:

"That's too painful. If I don't tell them, they will kill me. Blake, you have always protected me. I don't want to die!"

Blake laughed so wildly that tears came out of his eyes. He grabbed his hair in pain:

"I once thought that the four of us were willing to die for each other, but I didn't expect that you would actually become a spy just to survive!"

At this moment, Peter suddenly took action, and dazzling green light shot out from his wand, but Blake's reaction was faster, and he dodged in a flash.

There was a flash of red light, and Peter screamed, flicking the spell away.

Without any words, the former friend used all his strength at that moment, just wanting to knock down the other person.

Black waved his wand in a huge motion, as if he was holding an ax in his hand to split the person opposite him in half.

Peter only felt his scalp numb. Years of experience with rats told him that if he continued to fight, he would probably die.

So he saw an opportunity, endured the huge pain in his fingers, and roared wildly.

This was the reward he got for surrendering to Voldemort, a powerful black magic, but the price was a finger.

A violent explosion sounded, and the wizard who was not far away from him felt as if his eyes were covered with flowers and he flew into the sky.

This terrifying curse that once destroyed an entire street now caused unprecedented devastation.

In an instant, smoke and dust were everywhere, and screams could be heard endlessly, but Peter acted as if he didn't hear anything. He covered his bloody palms with a twisted expression, as if he was about to turn into a mouse.

But the next second, he felt a numbness in his arm and the wand came out of his hand.

He was stunned, trembling nervously, and looking behind him in disbelief.

"Very confused? Aren't you?" Sirius slowly walked out through the dust of the explosion, slowly broke Peter's wand, and looked at his desperate eyes.

There was explosive joy and wanton killing intent in his heart.

Sirius's voice became choked:

"Countless times, I have dreamed of going back to that night. I was not smart enough to change the secret keeper to a sinister and sinister person like you.

Countless times, I went back to that street, imagining how I could avoid and catch you if I knew in advance that you had another move."

His blood-red eyes stared at Peter Pettigrew, who had begun to tremble.

"I have simulated this scene in my mind countless times, so when you flick the wand, I know what you are going to do."

Blake suddenly raised his wand: "Crushing!"

Unprecedented pain mixed with fear occupied Peter's mind at this moment. He fell to the ground and wailed, like a maggot rolling back and forth.

"Spare me, Blake! Please, spare me!"

Peter burst into tears, and he squirmed on the ground trying to crawl towards Blake.

But Sirius was unmoved, and just looked at the twisted Peter on the ground happily.

"This is just the beginning. Peter"

Sirius whispered, and he raised his wand again:

"Cruel to the Bone! Cruc to the Bone! Crucible to the Bone!"

At this moment, Peter's scream was as high as a whistle. He was like a fish being lifted ashore, his body bent into a weird arc.

His mouth was open to the limit, his eyes were bulging, and he was looking at the sky silently.

Then saliva, tears and snot mixed together in this second, covering his entire face. He rolled crazily on the ground and hit his head on the ground.

"what!!!!!"

Sirius slowly knelt down, his handsome face expressionless:

"You know what? Peter, your pain at this moment is nothing compared to mine. Do you know how I ended up in Azkaban? I live in endless regret every minute and every second."

"Let me go, Sirius. Please, please, it's that damn Voldemort who threatens me. He's not a human, he's a monster!

It's all his fault that Voldemort was raised by that coward!

Please let me go."

Looking at Peter Pettigrew who was madly cursing Voldemort.

The joy of revenge that surged in Sirius's heart suddenly disappeared completely, and he even felt a little bored.

At this moment, he was sober as never before. It turned out that we used to think that we were close friends and could sacrifice our lives for each other.

Just such a villain.

He didn't even betray for the sake of power or strength, just for intimidation.

Tears flowed down Black's thin face, and the patriarch of the Black family, the once unruly and flamboyant eldest son, began to sob softly.

"James, Lily, we really misjudged the wrong person. We died in the hands of such a person."

In Pettigrew's frightened and desperate eyes, Sirius poked his wand into his neck. He shook his head crazily and wanted to continue to say some disgusting words for mercy.

But Blake just looked at him indifferently.

"Go down and tell the others what you said, Peter."

He slid the wand cleanly, and a huge wound appeared on Peter's neck.

Blood spurted out. Peter covered his neck and twisted wildly. With unwillingness and despair in his eyes, he crawled forward with all his strength.

Beside him, Blake looked on expressionlessly.

It's like killing a miserable mouse.

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