Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

“How dare you say that to me!” Blake’s face contorted as he roared, sounding like a large dog, like a bear, howling.

He used to look like this dog, not like this skinny dog ​​he is now.

"Me? Voldemort's spy? When have I ever secretly been around someone more powerful or more influential than me?"

But you, Peter—I really don't understand why I didn't assume you were a spy from the start? You've always preferred friends who were stronger than you, so they could take care of you, haven't you?
It used to be "us," Lupin, James, and me. Then it became Voldemort, and the group that chased Voldemort!

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breathing almost labored, blood gushing from his arm and covering his face in a pool of blood.

This situation is abnormal, but no one has said anything about it.

It was as if he had been shielded from the sensation of pain.

Or perhaps the years of Animagus deformity have numbed him to this pain, making him not even recognize it as pain.

However, this situation actually made things easier for Lin Xia.

The magic she cast seeped into his bloodstream through his skin, and then slowly spread throughout his body along the flow of his blood.

The spell she cast on Peter Pettigrew was a curse that delayed its onset.

When the spell was first cast on the wizard, the wizard did not feel anything.

No, it's not that you won't feel anything; there will be pain for a period of time.

However, this pain is rather subtle, and a perceptive wizard will investigate it thoroughly to remove the spell, but many wizards don't care.

Those careless wizards will fall victim to the spell later, and how it takes effect depends on the time set by the caster.

Once it occurs, it often causes bleeding from all seven orifices.

This curse is quite difficult to cast, and it takes more than ten minutes to cast, making it easy for someone to discover it halfway through.

Because of the high risk, the rewards are also great if successful.

Wizards under this curse often suffer a painful death.

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again. "Me, a spy? You must be crazy. Never, I'm never like that. I don't understand why you would say that..."

"Yes, I was crazy. It was because of my suggestion that Lily and James made you their secret agent!"

Blake said through gritted teeth, his tone ferocious and his expression fierce.

Peter Pettigrew had to take a step back.

"I thought it was the perfect plan, a brilliant scheme. Voldemort would definitely come after me. He would never have imagined that they would use someone as weak and stupid as you..."

And when you tell Voldemort you can hand the Potters over to him, that will surely be the proudest moment of your poor wretch's life!

Peter Pettigrew muttered in frustration, "Ridiculous, insane, you're crazy..."

Even though they were in a standoff, his eyes kept darting towards the window and door, and his expression was off.

Even though his face was covered in blood, he didn't realize anything was wrong.

Lin Xia noticed his abnormality, which is why she decided to use the poison curse that could delay the onset of the disease.

The most brilliant moment is not here, but in the moment when life is about to end, when perhaps we can hear Peter's truest thoughts.

That's right, even with three adult wizards—Snape, Lupin, and Black—keeping an eye on Peter Pettigrew, he didn't think the three of them could stop him.

If Ron hadn't been lucky enough to hit Peter Pettigrew by aiming at something else, he probably would have already escaped, and there wouldn't be this standoff now.
Fate is so strange. Lin Xia had a premonition that Peter the Little Star wouldn't die here tonight, so he probably wouldn't die here.

At this point, Hermione, who had heard most of the story and roughly understood it, couldn't help but ask, "Professor Lupin, may I ask you a few questions?"

During this process, she did not look at Snape, so as not to make a fool of herself.

If you were to ask Snape, he would surely say, "You're being presumptuous again, Miss Granger."

“Of course, Hermione,” Lupin said gently.

“My thought is that this guy, well, Scabbers, who slept in Harry’s dorm for three years, if he worked for Voldemort, why didn’t he ever try to hurt Harry before?”

“That’s right!” Peter Pettigrew shrieked, pointing at Hermione with his crippled finger.

"Thank you. Do your parents understand now? I have never harmed a single hair on Harry's head, so why would I?"

"Let me tell you why."

Blake stared at Peter Pettigrew: "Because you won't do anything for anyone if you don't think it's good for you!"

Voldemort has been hiding for 12 years, and it is said that he is half dead. You would not kill a wizard who is right under Dumbledore's nose, has lost all his magic, and is in terrible health, right?
Before you returned to his side, you must have been certain that he was the most powerful figure in the industry, right?

Otherwise, why would you have chosen to stay with a magical family? That way you could hear the latest news from time to time, right?

You want to know if, in case your former protector regains power, returning to him will guarantee your safety!

Peter Pettigrew's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word; it was as if he had lost the ability to speak.

Harry suddenly spoke up: "And you, Sirius Black, how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Blake frowned slightly. He wasn't angry at the question; instead, he was considering how to answer it.

“I don’t know how I did it,” he said slowly. “I think the only reason I didn’t lose my mind is because I knew I was innocent.”

This was not a pleasant thought, so the Dementors didn't suck it out of my head or make me lose that part of the memory, which allowed me to keep my mind clear and know who I was, which helped me conserve my magic.

If the situation around me becomes unbearable, too unbearable, I will transform in my cell into a dog, invisible to the Dementors.

As you know, what they've always wanted is human affection. They judged from my emotions that they didn't seem like human emotions. It's a complicated matter. That's how it was when I was a dog, so they don't really care about me.

Blake's expression remained calm as he recalled that tragic experience.

"However, it's also possible that they think I'm like everyone else there, losing my mind, so they're not worried about me."

I was weak there, without a wand, and with no hope of driving them away, and I just sank into despair.

But one day, I saw Peter in a photograph in the newspaper!

Blake stared wide-eyed at Peter, emphasizing each word as he spoke:

“I know he’s hiding in the Weasleys’ house, and I know he’s with Harry at Hogwarts.”

If he gets any tip-off that the underworld is gathering strength, then it would be perfect for him to take action. With that thought in mind, I was determined to find him and tell everyone the truth of what happened back then, which is why I escaped from Azkaban!

“I knew, I was very sure he would do that, because that’s how he taught me to be disciplined.”

Under Sirius's gaze, Peter shrank back and looked at the door and window even more frequently.

He was impatient, anxious, and uneasy.

But Blake's voice continued: "Once he has allies, he will not hesitate to act and hand over the last member of the Potter family to them."

If he hands Harry over to them, who would dare say he ever betrayed Voldemort? He will return in glory!

Therefore, I must take action; I am the only one who knows Peter is still alive.

At this point, Black looked at Harry, whose eyes did not look away.

“Believe me,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Believe me, I have never betrayed James and Lily. I would rather die than betray them.”

Harry believed him, his throat tightened, and he couldn't speak, but he nodded frantically.

"No!" Peter Pettigrew knelt on the ground, as if Harry's nod had pronounced his death sentence.

He crawled on his knees, hands clasped together, as if in prayer, saying, "Sirius, I—Peter, your friend, you won't—"

Blake kicked the ground hard, and Peter cowered and backed away.

Blake turned to Lupin and urged, "Lupin, hurry up, I don't want to get my wizard robes dirty!"

Peter Pettigrew also screamed and looked at Lupin, twisting his body in front of him and pleading, "Don't believe these words! Didn't Sirius tell you that their plans have changed?"

Lupin said, word by word, "If he thought I was a spy, he wouldn't have told me, Peter."

Lupin turned to Sirius: "I think that's why you didn't tell me, isn't it, Sirius?"

“Forgive me, Lupin,” Blake said.

“It’s alright, Bigfoot, old friend,” Lupin said, rolling up his sleeves. “Conversely, I once thought you were a spy, will you forgive me?”

“Of course,” Blake said, a smile flickering across his thin face. He began to roll up his sleeves, his voice tinged with pleasure. “Let’s kill him together.”

“You won’t, you won’t,” Peter Pettigrew gasped as he crawled beside Ron.

“Ron, I’ve always been your good friend and your good pet. You won’t let them kill me, will you? You’re on my side, aren’t you?”

Ron glared at Peter Pettigrew with utter disgust and loathing. "No, you murderer, you're not my friend!"

“Merciful child, merciful master.” Peter Pettigrew crawled toward Ron. “You won’t let them do that. I’m your mouse, I’m a good pet.”

Ron took a few steps back, and Peter Pettigrew, seeing this, knelt down and turned to walk towards Hermione, his legs already unable to straighten.

Perhaps due to the influence of the spell Ron cast earlier, I was fine at first, but the more time went on, the weaker I felt.

Hermione also took a few steps back, and Peter Pettigrew could only look at Harry helplessly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and slowly turned his head towards Harry.

“Harry…Harry…you look just like your father, so much like him…”

Black roared, "Shut up! How dare you speak to Harry! How dare you face him! You dare mention James in front of him, he's the one who killed you!"

Enraged, he drew his wand; he couldn't wait any longer!
His long-cherished wish is about to be fulfilled at this moment, and he can't wait any longer!
However, at that moment, a cold and sarcastic voice rang out—

“You believe Peter Pettigrew is the murderer, but I haven’t. This man cannot die. He must be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for questioning. Only by uncovering the truth of what happened back then can he be put to death!”

"Ministry of Magic?"

Black felt as if he had heard a colossal joke. "Weren't there many people in the Ministry of Magic who fell under Voldemort's control back then? I don't believe them! This institution has been corrupted by power from the inside out, becoming a puppet of the nobility!"

Lin Xia spoke up at this moment, "The Ministry of Magic is now under Dumbledore's leadership. If you still believe in Dumbledore, you should believe in the Ministry of Magic. He will give you justice and reveal the truth to the world."

When Dumbledore was mentioned, Black fell silent.

In his eyes, the old principal had always been someone he respected, kind, and compassionate.

Lin Xia suddenly thought of something and winked at Hermione.

Among these experts, she didn't use any secret telepathic techniques, so she would most likely be captured by them.

At this moment, all we can do is rely on our unspoken understanding.

Hermione is truly Hermione.

She was taken aback at first, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, then she realized what was happening, nodded slightly to her, and quietly took out a recording ball from her pocket.

The hologram was aimed directly at Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, and Professor Lupin, and even Snape's face was captured in the image.

Hermione remembered Snape's words and cleverly avoided including them, the young wizards, in the photo.

To be honest, this level of combat is beyond their capabilities.

Even the long-buried truth shouldn't be something they should be able to hear.

Black remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "No, I can't wait any longer. Even in the Ministry of Magic where Dumbledore is, there are plenty of worms hiding there."

I heard more than once in Azkaban that those mad wizards were demanding that the higher-ups in the Ministry of Magic rescue them, and that they would surely wait until the day their so-called master returned!

He glared at Banban with hatred. "I'm going to take care of it right here!"

Peter Pettigrew burst into tears. He looked horrible, like a giant bald baby trembling on the floor.

Black roared at him, "You betrayed Lily and James to Voldemort!" His body trembled. "Will you deny it? Do you dare to deny it?"

"Sirius, I had to do it." He screamed and roared, his eyes wide, as if recalling that night.

"You have no idea how powerful his weapons were, you can't imagine how terrified I was!"
Sirius, I've never been as brave as you, Lupin, or James. I never did it on purpose; it was someone whose name I couldn't even mention who forced me to!

Snape had intended to protect Peter Pettigrew and had been keeping a close eye on Black in case he made a move at any moment.

Upon hearing Peter Pettigrew's words, his hand trembled slightly.

“You’re lying!” Black roared. “You’ve been passing information to him for at least a year, before Lily and James died. You’re his spy!”

I heard it all, I heard it from those lunatics. You're still defending Voldemort, but his men betrayed you long ago! (End of Chapter)