Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 215, Section 214: Harry Slays Peter Pettigrew - True Slash Version

He was just a twelve-year-old child, who had never experienced the brutality of war, yet he could so easily utter words that would end a life… the life of a traitor… bringing him before him…

Was it because of that unknown experience that led Harry to become a shaman?
Or because—

"What's wrong, Sirius?" Seeing that Sirius was only silent and didn't make a move, Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Can't bring yourself to do it? Or should I do it?"

"No, absolutely not!" Sirius shook his head without hesitation, startled. "No matter how powerful you are, you're not old enough to kill anyone yet."

"Wait, Sirius, why did you say something so strange?" Lupin couldn't help but complain. "If uninformed people heard this, they might think we're some kind of assassin family."

“That must be your problem, Lupin,” Sirius said confidently. “Stop talking nonsense, do you want to come with me?”

“We must go together,” Lupin answered without hesitation.

Past Harry, Sirius and Lupin stood in front of Peter, each drawing their wands and pointing them at the man curled up on the ground.

"...Please...don't..."

Peter Pettigrew pleaded softly, crawling on the ground trying to get closer, but being bound, he couldn't move much and could only wriggle on the ground like a maggot, his fat, ugly face covered in snot and tears.

After the illegal Animagus activities were exposed, Peter Pettigrew could no longer sneak away in his Animagus form. He was forcibly given a potion to limit his magic power, and the chains on his wrists and ankles were also enchanted to prevent him from escaping in his Animagus form.

A complete and utter dead end.

“You’re doomed, Peter,” Sirius whispered.

His expression was unexpectedly calm; he neither pounced on Peter to bite him, nor beat him, nor spat on him, as if he were looking at an unrelated passerby.

This is not Sirius at all.

“James, James wouldn’t do that, Sirius…” Peter still didn’t give up. He kept racking his brains, trying to find a phrase that could touch someone’s heart. “He’s so kind, he’ll forgive me… Harry, Harry’s here too… He’s still a child…”

“I’m not even angry anymore because you mentioned James, Peter,” Sirius said calmly, as if he hadn’t heard Peter’s plea for help. “You’re a pathetic wretch, a damn pathetic wretch.”

"Jaime will never forgive you, Lily will never forgive you, Remus will never forgive you, and neither will I—let's just die forever with a heart that wants to live... Remus?"

“I’m ready,” Lupin nodded. “Three?”

Sirius Black suddenly laughed.

"one."

"Avada Kedavra".

There were no heart-wrenching cries, no passionate emotions—as Peter's increasingly agitated prayers rose, two green lights flashed, and Peter's intermittent voice abruptly ceased.

His eyes were wide open, his face full of resentment, and his mouth was agape as if he were about to shout out another word. Yet, everything about Peter was frozen in that moment, like a wax figure.

The arm that had been holding the wand fell back down, and Sirius and Lupin stared at Peter's body in silence for a long time.

Regardless of how Peter truly viewed them or what his real thoughts were towards them, Sirius and Lupin did indeed consider Peter their closest friend—something they could entrust their lives to.

"...It's over." Taking a deep breath, Sirius, as if in disbelief, kicked Peter's corpse, flipping it over. Naturally, there was no further reaction.

“Yes, it’s over,” Lupin remarked, but before he could say anything more, the others stared in astonishment—because they all saw another Peter emerge from Peter’s body.

Peter, whose appearance, clothing, and even the bloodstains on his clothes were exactly the same as the corpse on the ground, but who had a translucent body with a pearly luster.

Peter Pettigrew became a ghost.

Having just transformed into a ghost, he seemed not to have adapted yet, and his memories appeared incomplete. His eyes were filled with confusion, and he didn't even use his ghostly body to immediately burrow into the soil and escape.

Then, in the next second, a ghostly blue arrow pierced through the heart of Peter Pettigrew's ghost. Just moments before, he had been looking bewildered, but now he clutched the spot where he had been pierced in agony, without uttering a sound. The ghost curled up into a ball, and with a final, painful howl, Peter Pettigrew's ghost vanished without a trace.

Sirius: "..."

What happened?
Not only him, but Lupin and Lucius next to him were also stunned, their mouths agape, not yet realizing what had just happened—they looked at Harry, only to see him lower his raised hand.

“This move is called Soul Arrow,” Harry said calmly. “I don’t really like seeing his ghost in the real world… I guess you don’t either, right?”

“Of course, of course we don’t want to.” Lucius Malfoy, as his name suggests, reacted with lightning speed as soon as Harry finished speaking.

“I—well, I have no objection either,” Sirius sighed and shrugged. “Honestly, Peter returning to the real world as a ghost after his death, does he really want to live?”

“Maybe,” Lupin shook his head and said, “His life is reduced to just this one word… to live for the sake of living, to exist for the sake of existing… Ha!”

Peter's ghost flashed by unnoticed, but his body wasn't kicked directly into the sea to feed the fish. Instead, out of the friendship they had forged in the end, Sirius and Lupin hastily dug a hole nearby and buried it.

There was even a small stone tombstone with an inscription: "Here lies a despicable traitor. His name need not be remembered, nor his past. No one cares." After bidding farewell to the two batters and Lucius, Fawkes once again led Harry and his companions back to Hogwarts.

"Although I'm back on my throne, to be honest, I still find it hard to believe—Peter is really dead?" Sirius said somewhat absentmindedly, sitting by the fireplace. "It's like going out to buy groceries, right here in Azkaban—"

"Feeling too relaxed?" Lupin brought over a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "I think you don't need to think about these issues at all, since Harry is here... Obviously, Harry has some little secrets that even Dumbledore doesn't know—of course, I have no intention of prying into these secrets."

“There’s no need to be so tense, Remus,” Harry shook his head and said, “So what are your plans next?”

"Plans?" Sirius sat up straight, looked around, and said, "Me and Remus, uh, aren't we your teaching assistants?"

“That’s only temporary, to make it easier for you to adjust your bodies and adapt to the current society,” Harry said speechlessly. “And what you call your teaching assistant job is to sleep until eleven o’clock every morning, get up and eat, and then wander around the castle and play games with the students? Adult jobs aren’t that easy.”

"Ahem! That was just—well, I was just sharing some life experience with them." Sirius was a little embarrassed by his godson pointing it out so directly.

“You all need to have your own lives,” Harry said seriously. “I know you’re rich now, Sirius, but money alone isn’t enough. You need to find something to do so you won’t feel empty from being too bored—Remus, you too. But I don’t think I need to give you any advice; you’re much more mature than Sirius.”

“Indeed,” Lupin said with a smile, “he’s still a big kid.”

“Hey! Lupin! I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that!” Sirius retorted, “A simple-minded big kid can’t survive in Azkaban for twelve years.”

"Yes, yes, you're the best," Lupin replied insincerely before turning to Harry and asking, "So, do you have any suggestions?"

Having witnessed Harry's many achievements, especially the spell that pierced Peter Pettigrew's soul just now, Lupin no longer sees Harry as a child.

"It mainly depends on your own wishes. What kind of work do you want to do?" Harry asked.

"No, I don't want to work at all," Sirius Black gave a definite answer without hesitation.

“You know my situation, Harry,” Lupin said with a wry smile. “As a werewolf, it’s hard for me to find a job that pays off… otherwise I wouldn’t have ended up with a werewolf tribe in the forest.”

"Hmm... let's put Sirius aside for now. You sound quite familiar with the forest?" Harry thought for a moment and asked, "How are your Herbology grades?"

“Very good!” Sirius answered for Lupin. “Lupin’s grades have always been the best among us. Many times we survived by copying his homework. Hmm, as for Herbology—I think it was an O?”

“Yes, Sirius is right,” Lupin added. “I am indeed very familiar with the forests in England, and the forests in Albania as well, but I haven’t been to Germany and France much—you know, I’m a werewolf. During the war, I helped Dumbledore contact those werewolf tribes to prevent them from being recruited by Voldemort. After the war, I’ve been wandering around ever since… so I am quite familiar with the forests.”

For some reason, Lu Ping felt a long-lost sense of being interviewed, and he became nervous, even stammering a little.

“Relax, Remus, I’m not the owner of Diagon Alley,” Harry said somewhat helplessly. “You know, I’m a professor at Hogwarts now, and I need to spend a lot of time learning wizarding magic and teaching my apprentices, so there are many things I can’t handle personally.”

“You need a helper,” Lupin said definitively.

“Yes, a helper,” Harry nodded. “But these things aren’t limited to a specific area. For example, I need someone to help me gather all sorts of fresh herbs—they’re too expensive in stores, and I’m too embarrassed to use Snape all the time. Besides, some herbs are very rare and don’t exist in stores. Even if they are occasionally gathered, they’ll be taken by Potions Masters through their internal channels.”

"You need me to help you gather herbs in the forest?" Lupin laughed. "That's certainly not an easy task."

"Don't worry, I will pay you well."

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant, Harry,” Lupin shook his head and said, “I meant that no one is better suited to do this job than me, and I don’t have to worry about harming innocent people on the night of the full moon in the forest.”

“That sounds interesting, Remus,” Sirius said excitedly. “Can I come with you? A great adventure in the forest—didn’t we dream of that kind of life when we were students? Like real Gryffindors!”

“If you can endure that kind of life of sleeping in the open,” Lupin shrugged. “Let me tell you in advance, there are no soft beds or clean, delicious food in the forest.”

"Can it be worse than Azkaban?"

"Of course not."

"What other problems could there be?"

The two of them started laughing together as they talked.

“Don’t rush me. As I said, my helper has a lot to do,” Harry said, scratching his head. “Actually, I also need a mature, reliable, and steady person to help me handle goblin-related matters.”

"Fairies?" Sirius was taken aback. "How did you manage to provoke them?"

“It’s about cooperation,” Harry explained. “I think you’re all familiar with the abilities of shamans, especially in divination.”

“Of course,” Sirius grinned. “The divination was amazing. We were able to catch Peter thanks to your divination.”

"Do fairies also want to do divination?" Lupin asked.

“Yes, they want to divine where there are gold mines or other metal deposits, and they also want to divine the future economic development of Muggles... They even want to cooperate with me to train some goblin shamans,” Harry said with some distress.

“Absolutely do not agree, Harry,” Sirius said with a serious face. “You don’t want to see the goblins rebel again, do you? The Voldemort issue hasn’t been resolved yet. If the goblins gain access to your powerful magic that doesn’t require a wand at this time, everything will be in complete chaos.”

(End of this chapter)