The Son of Light of the Snake House

Sirius seemed to calm down suddenly, and said, "I don't blame you, Peter. The people under him don't like you very much."

Peter Pettigrew's complexion suddenly turned pale, and then turned a disgusting blue color.

"No... I don't know... I don't understand your...meaning." He stammered, slyly telling lies that everyone present could see.

"I heard something in Azkaban. Peter, they all thought you were dead, or you would have to give them an explanation. I heard them screaming in their dreams, saying all kinds of things: It sounded like they thought liars had lied to them. Voldemort went to Potter's house based on your information, and Voldemort missed there. Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they?" Sirius grinned grimly, standing In front of Pettigrew, he stared at him with extremely contemptuous and contemptuous eyes.

"There's plenty more here, biding their time, pretending they've realized their mistake if they get wind of it. Knowing you're alive, Peter..."

His blue eyes shone brightly, and his words pierced Peter's heart like a poisonous snake, jabbing at what he feared the most.

"Tell me, how will they dispose of you? Is it as simple as disposing of a dead mouse?"

"You...you..." Peter trembled, repeating the words "ridiculous" and "crazy".Just after a while, he suddenly stopped trembling, and he looked at Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, Headmaster Dumbledore. Would you believe him? A pathetic betrayer, a furious murderer, and a disgusting liar!" Harry was surprised to find that the man stopped stammering. "Still... trust me?"

He turned to Lupin again: "Lupine, he's just crazy!"

"I must admit, Peter, that I can't understand why an innocent man would spend twelve years being a mouse," said Lupine flatly.

"Innocent, but terrified!" screamed Peter Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's supporters are after me, it's because I've got one of their best men in Azkaban, the spy, Sirius Black!"

"A spy?" Black laughed angrily, he gritted his teeth, "It's only because of my suggestion that Lily and James let you be their secret keeper."

"I thought it was the most perfect plan, it was a clever plan, Voldemort would definitely come after me, never would I have thought that they would use something as weak and stupid as you, you told Voldemort that you could give him the Potters, at that moment It must be the happiest moment in your poor life!"

Peter Pettigrew shook his head, his mouth moving silently, but kept staring at Black, as if hypnotized.

"When I was in Azkaban, all I could think about was getting out, and I had to get out because I was the only one who knew that Pettigrew was alive!" exhaled Black.

Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley: "The guard said he said in his sleep 'he's at Hogwarts.'"

Dumbledore watched their performance calmly, and then asked slowly: "Peter, why haven't you hurt Harry these few years? You obviously have a chance, don't you?"

"That's right," screamed Peter Pettigrew, pointing his mutilated finger at Lupine, and then at Harry again and again: "Exactly! Exactly! I never hurt one of Harry's fingers." Hair, why would I hurt him?"

"I know why," Black sneered, "because, if you don't think it's good for you, you won't do anything for anybody. Voldemort's been in hiding for 12 years. He's said to be half dead ...you wouldn't kill for a wizard who's out of all his powers and in poor health right under Dumbledore's nose, would you? You've got to make sure he's in the ring before you go back to him He's the most powerful boss, isn't he?"

"Why else did you take up residence with a magical family? That way you could keep up with what's going on, wouldn't you, Peter? You want to know it's safe to go back to your old protector if he gets his strength back. Already!!"

Although Harry still felt in the fog when he first came in, he almost understood most of it now.

Black was still talking, his eyes relentlessly away from Pettigrew, looking straight into Harry's eyes: "As a dog, I swim back to the mainland, I go north, as a dog, I come to Hogwarts I've lived in the Forbidden Forest since I got to Hogwarts, except, of course, when I went to the Quidditch games, and you can fly as well as your father, Harry!"

He looked at Harry, who didn't avert his eyes.

"Trust me," Black said hoarsely. "Trust me. I never betrayed James and Lily. I'd rather die than betray them."

Harry didn't know what to say, he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time: it turned out that all this was because his parents and friends believed in the wrong person, and they lost their lives because of it.

Harry's throat was choked, and he couldn't say a word. He could only nod his head slightly, but this small movement made the haggard Black immediately happy, like a flame lit a candle, and hope climbed up. His blue eyes illuminated his gray soul.

...............

Peter Pettigrew's body was trembling constantly, his eyes wandered between the open window and the door, and when no one noticed, he rubbed against the wall step by step, before turning into an untouched The mouse that paid attention was stopped by a leg.

Daniel was squatting beside him, looking at the touching scene of the godfather and son meeting, and said softly, "It's touching, isn't it?"

"..." Pettigrew was so frightened that he was sweating coldly and couldn't answer a word.

"Do you know what is the most important part of Disney's animation besides the protagonist and the partners of justice?" Daniel asked slowly.

"……Varied……"

"It's a villain who promotes emotional development." Daniel patted his robe, stood up, and looked at him with indifferent eyes.

"Don't try to run away, Peter Pettigrew—enjoy this sweet moment to the fullest, after all...the jailers in Azkaban are still hungry."

The author has something to say:

Pettigrew will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, and Harry will have an extra godfather, only Ron will lose his poor little mouse

(Achievable only in the world where Ron was injured)

Ron:?

Let me think of a pet for Ron...