Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 177 Peter Pedillo

"Ron just lost a mouse."

"And Black happened to be targeting Gryffindor again."

"What's even more coincidental is that in the case where Blake was imprisoned, Peter Pedillo was bombed and only one finger was left."

Bree stared at the mouse that was struggling in the chains of the curse, raised her wand, and pointed it at it.

"Maybe we can give it a try, I happen to know a lot about animagus."

"Soul out of the body!"

A white light rushed out from Bree's wand. This was the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses. Animagus could not break the spell, but it was not without flaws. Bree chose to be more brutal. kind of.

"If you are a real mouse, then I will give you a piece of cheese and let you go, but if not, then please stay and tell me what happened back then. I am very curious why Voldemort was persecuted. The one who was specially killed, as a guide, must know something?"

"what!"

The power of magic poured into the mouse's body, and Bree issued only one command, which was to dispel the animagus.

Soon, a short and bloated guy slowly emerged from the mouse's body.

"Let's be clear... But let's talk about today's events first. Why are you here?"

Peter was shaking all over, his face was full of fear, even the front teeth on his pockmarked face were trembling and making noise.

"I, I'm not, I'm running away, Blake wants to kill me, he is an evil person!"

Bree did not forcefully control Peter, so much so that Peter wanted to deceive Bree, but Bree would not believe this guy's words.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless..."

A dark green blade slashed across Peter's face, a blood line split open on his face, and scarlet blood slowly seeped out.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"What I said is the truth, the truth!"

Bree raised her eyebrows and said displeasedly: "I just want you to tell me the matter while you are conscious. It's not that I am not proficient in the Imperius Curse. You should understand, right?"

"I...I, I said, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Hmm, I promise, I won't kill you until you disobey me, with Oded as proof."

Although he didn't know whether Oude would keep his promise, Peter didn't dare to push it too far. He hurriedly said: "It's Black. He is really chasing me. He has the Marauder's Map in his hand. The Marauder's Map can only be monitored." It belongs to Hogwarts. I knew there was an unrecorded secret passage here, so I escaped and followed the exhaust hole and found this place."

"The Marauder's Map?" Black has it in his hands. He remembers that George and Fred told him last year that the map was taken away by Lockhart, and Lockhart was killed by Voldemort in the hall, and the map was also missing. .

"Well, what about what happened 13 years ago? I hope you won't be naughty. I will use the Imperius Curse on you in the end to verify the truth of what you said."

Bree waved his hand, and a chair appeared next to him. He sat down before letting Peter speak.

"Please make it clear, but don't talk nonsense. I slept in the hall last night and I don't have much patience now."

"Yes, yes, I will say it, but you must keep your promise."

Peter lay on the ground and recalled tremblingly: "James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black and I were all Gryffindor students back then. We participated in the fight against the mysterious man just after graduation. organization, that is, the Order of the Phoenix. Of course, I am just a dragster. They belittled my existence, but they kept me because of their sense of justice..."

"But I don't need this sense of justice at all, because it also restrains me!"

Anger flashed in Peter's eyes.

"They always let me do the worst jobs, and I was expected to do all the bad things. They teased me, and they always thought it was help and a gift!"

"I've had enough of this lowly mercy!"

"They all say a group of noble people standing on high ground, I am a rat, I should be in the sewer!"

Peter's eyes suddenly turned fearful. He swallowed and said, "I was planning to leave the Order of the Phoenix and the three of them, but at this time, James' wife, Lily Evans, was pregnant. In order to protect her, All four of us guarded her and sent her to Godric's Hollow, which I thought was the last thing I would do for them..."

"But the prophecy appeared, he came, and he started to attack wizards violently. I was worried, I was afraid, because some of the purebloods of the Order of the Phoenix also died, and Voldemort went against his original intention... I can only stay in Godry Because Dumbledore cast the Fidelity Charm on Evans' residence, Voldemort could not find its existence..."

"At that time, Black was the keeper of secrets and he was the only one who could lead people into the residence."

"I was devastated staying there. Voldemort caught me when I went out to supply supplies. I have no choice. If you don't surrender, you will die!"

"I was... I was marked as a Death Eater!"

Peter pulled up his sleeves tremblingly, revealing the mark. He choked and said, "I said I was not a secret keeper, but Voldemort didn't let me go. He asked me to lead Black out, but I didn't even do it on the day of the battle. When I did it, I thought I was dead.”

Peter's eyes were filled with madness, and he smiled: "Black gave me the identity of the secret keeper, and he wanted to lure away the Death Eaters who were looking for them as a hero!"

"Haha, God will not kill me, God will not kill me..."

Peter laughed, but soon seemed to have no strength. He panted and lay on the ground, crying, and whispered: "Black did not tell anyone else this secret, including Lupin, because he knew that I was His followers cannot stop him and have to listen to him, but Lupine and James are his friends. For him, only the opinions of his friends can change him... Haha, Black, a rebellious pure-blood, but still People around me have class prejudices, bah!”

"Afterwards, Black knew that I was the one who leaked the secret and chased me. I made a trap on a Muggle street and wanted to kill him, but he didn't fall for it. Fortunately, I had already made arrangements to leave the Order of the Phoenix, a place of right and wrong. , I faked my death and escaped, and deceived him."

"He is really a stupid dog. The outside world says that he is the murderer who betrayed the Potters. He has heard it too much and thinks that he is the one. He has no objection and allows others to take him into Azkaban!"

After Peter finished speaking, he waited for a long time before looking at Bree and pleading: "You will let me go, right?"

Bree rubbed the wand in her hand and said, "Why did you turn into a mouse and stay at the Weasley house?"

To be honest, poor people must be hateful, but hateful people don't have some reasons why they don't want to show others, even if it is not recognized by the public...

"Yes...yes, Voldemort, he is not dead yet, he, he is my master."

Peter trembled and choked: "My Death Eater mark is different. I must save him, otherwise I will die. I don't want to die. No one wants to die!"

"I can't show up, I have to wait for the master's call..." As Peter said this, the Death Eater mark on his hand became brighter, and his expression became dull. Bree could see that this It's a contract, engraved in the soul. Voldemort is good at doing this kind of magic.

But the soul is weird, and this kind of contract also requires a lot of price.

"Have you felt Voldemort's call?"

Bree asked, and Peter was still immersed in confusion at this time and did not answer Bree's words at all, as if this part of the question had been blocked by Voldemort.

Bree frowned, but it was already noon, and he would have to go to class soon.

"Just come here first. You turn back into a mouse and stay here."

Bree strengthened the shackles on Peter, threw him aside, and then went upstairs to get the textbook. This afternoon was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

……

"Brie, what are you thinking about?"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupine hadn't arrived yet, and there was a lot of commotion.

And Bree was thinking about what Peter said just now. If this is the truth, then there must be something hidden in it. Otherwise, how could a powerful Voldemort die in the hands of Potter like this, but Potter was only one year old? .

"It's like a trap..."

"What trap?" Seeing that Bree didn't reply to him, but instead said something very strange, Draco touched Bree's shoulder and said, "Stop thinking nonsense. The Lu who prefers Gryffindor for a while Professor Ping is here, huh."

Bree frowned, but there was nothing she could do about Draco.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm thinking, Draco, not next time."

"I know, I know." Seeing Bree's expression looking a little unhappy, Draco laughed.

Bree nodded and looked at the classroom door.

"Bang!"

"Why is it so bright? Can you clearly see what is written on the blackboard?"

Snape strode into the professor's room. As he walked, he stretched out his wand and cast magic on the curtains on both sides of the classroom, closing the curtains.

"Oh, now I'm thinking of the Potions classroom."

"Why is Snape coming to class!"

In the direction of Gryffindor, Ron complained, and what he received was a cold look from Snape.

Ron quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Snape, but Snape had already turned his gaze to Harry. He snorted and looked at the textbook that Harry had let go.

Because Harry liked Professor Lupin very much, he was sitting in the front row with Ron at this time, which happened to suit Snape's wishes.

"Let me see, red hat..."

"Snapped!"

Snape turned the pages of Harry's textbook back until a large, furry, upright wolf was revealed.

"Your progress is too slow, now we come to - werewolves!"

"Put the book away by yourself and take notes. I won't indulge you like Lupine. You won't learn anything real from this."

Snape's voice was loud, like a victorious general. Even when Hermione raised her hand to ask where Professor Lupin was, Snape responded.

"Sit down, Granger, you should be focusing on today's lesson, not an absent professor."

……

after class.

"Oh, he really got what he wanted. I heard that he has been applying to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ron talked to Harry about Snape, his eyes filled with fear.

"After seeing each other, it will be him!"

Draco's face was full of joy. He was very satisfied with today's class, just like in Potions class. The deflated Harry excited him the most.

"Hey, red-haired poor guy, don't say bad things behind the professor's back, or you'll get points deducted."

Following Draco's words, Snape, who had just walked out of the classroom, said coldly: "Weasley deducted [-] points, because he talked about the professor behind his back, and Potter didn't stop him in time. He smiled cheekily and deducted [-] points."

After saying that, Snape strode away, and the big black robe slapped Harry and Ron in the face, embarrassing them greatly.

"You should be lucky that there are regulations for punishing students now, otherwise it would not just be a deduction of points, Potts and Weasleys." Draco kept his mouth shut and wanted to continue, but Ron was also angry. Burn, about to argue with Draco.

"Okay, let's go quickly. I have to quickly finish the paper that Snape assigned today. How to deal with werewolves. This is not an easy task!"

Hermione pulled away from Ron and shook her head at Bree who was watching the show. Seeing this, Bree also said: "Let's go, Draco."

The moon will be full in two days, and Bree has made an appointment with Yana to go with her to the tree hole of the Whomping Willow to get the wolf fur she has hidden so that she can study things about Moonlight.

"Hmph, good luck to you."

Draco heard Bree's words and raised his eyebrows arrogantly at Harry and Ron: "Maybe you should listen to Granger carefully, otherwise the werewolves would not give up eating you because of your impure blood."

After saying that, Draco hurriedly caught up with Bree.

After walking a little further, Bree smiled and said, "Why are you having trouble with Potter again, don't get close to him."

“Especially this semester, they’re doing things that have nothing to do with us.”

Dumbledore had already arranged their own path for them, and Bree didn't want the people around him to be involved and become pawns.

"The spice of life, Bree, isn't it fun for the savior and his knights to be ridiculed?"

"Don't make random enemies, Draco. Even if the other person is a beggar with no status or money, sometimes a copper nut will kill a person."

"Tsk, I get it, don't preach like my father."

"Hey, is that Azar in front? He seems to be coming towards us?"

Bree and Draco, who had just walked into the hall, saw Azar walking over with a book in his hands. He looked a little excited.

"Old, do you know a man named Tom Riddle? Last year I..."

"Wait, Azar." Brie stopped what Azar was about to say and said to him cautiously: "Why did you say this person's name?"

Azar did not hide anything and said bluntly: "It's Bogut. He turned into a young man. He is the guy I'm afraid of, but I have no memory of him at all. I think what happened to me last year must be because of him." yes!"

"I tried to look for it, and sure enough, I saw his picture in "The Chronicles of Hogwarts" and knew his name!"

"Tom Riddle?" Draco was stunned. He felt that the name was very familiar, so familiar that it made his heart tremble for a moment. He swallowed, hurriedly grabbed Bree's robe, and whispered: "Let's leave quickly and ignore him. He is looking for death."

Bree's eyes darkened and he said meaningfully: "Azar, why are you so persistent? What you need now is health. You should keep an eye on Potter and don't let them stop the Hippogriff's punishment. Don’t forget that its heart can save you.”

(End of this chapter)