A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Then came Harry, Hermione, and two others. Harry and Hermione helped Ron, the injured man, and carefully made their way out.

“I bet Severus is really excited right now,” Sirius said dismissively.

"The satisfaction of avenging a great grudge is boundless!" Snape sneered smugly. "I've always dreamed of the day I could personally bring you all to Dumbledore's side."

James is dead, I didn't have a chance, but the three of you are still alive, and we'll take you all down in one fell swoop.

Tsk tsk tsk! Murderer, werewolf, traitor...

I have to say, it's incredibly fulfilling; it's practically karma.

“A petty person who has achieved success,” Sirius said unhappily. Then, he suddenly realized something and said nervously, “Harry, I don’t know if I should tell you… I am your godfather.”

In other words, I am one of your guardians.

After handing over Little Pettigrew, I was free.

Of course, I understand if you still want to live with your uncle, but if you want a different home...

"What? You want me to live with you?" Harry asked excitedly, feeling as if he had been hit by a huge pie.

He felt like he could finally escape Vernon's house, leave behind his aunt and uncle who constantly scolded him and made him do chores, and his cousin Dudley who bullied him whenever he had nothing better to do.

"Alright! I don't think you'd be willing," Sirius said, somewhat disappointed.

After all, he had not fulfilled his duties as a godfather for the past twelve years, and he had served time in Azkaban, though he was wrongly convicted, his reputation was still not good.

“No, I’d love to,” Harry stammered. “Of course I’d love to leave the Dursleys. Do you have a house? When can we move in?”

"You're willing?" Sirius asked incredulously. "Really?"

“Of course it’s true.” Aaron couldn’t help but interject. “Mr. Black may not know that his aunt and uncle are quite averse to magic. You could say that apart from his time at Hogwarts, Harry hasn’t had a good few days since his parents died.”

"What? How dare they?" Sirius was furious, then said in a hoarse voice, filled with guilt, "I'm sorry, Harry."

I'm very sorry, I don't know anything about it.

"It's no use knowing, you were stuck in Azkaban back then!"

“Yes!” Sirius nodded bitterly. “Harry, I promise that after I clear my name, I will give you a different home. I can’t guarantee it will be absolutely happy, but it will be absolutely free.”

Lupin, why didn't you do anything? Harry is James and Lily's son...

“I don’t know either,” Lupin said, frustrated. “Besides, I’m a werewolf. Do you think I should have approached Harry before he became a wizard?”

What if something unexpected happens? A child can't handle a werewolf.

The two exchanged a glance, remained silent for a moment, and then turned their hateful gazes toward Peter Pettigrew.

It's all this traitor's fault; he caused a series of tragedies.

Peter Pettigrew realized this and felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly worried that he would be killed by them before he could be tried.

"Don't worry, we won't kill you," Sirius said with a mocking laugh. "But you'd better escape from Azkaban and give me a chance to kill you myself."

Peter Pettigrew forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, trying to say that he would never escape, but with his mouth gagged, he couldn't say anything and could only keep shaking his head.

"coward."

When they climbed out of the tree hole, it was completely dark, but they could see the faint light shining from the castle in the distance.

Snape pointed his wand at Sirius and the other two, "You're coming with me to see Dumbledore. He'll be very surprised."

"Aaron, take Ron and the others to the school hospital. If all goes well, Dumbledore will come to talk to you later."

“Professor Snape,” Harry said hesitantly, “can I come with you?”

“No.” Snape refused decisively. “You want to plead for Lupin, is that it?”

You should think about what you're going to do first. You, Weasley, and Granger are all on the verge of dropping out of school.

"What about Aaron?" Ron asked, unconvinced.

“Gaius was implicated because of you, Slytherin lose ten points,” Snape said matter-of-factly. “But we’ll be on holiday soon, so detention won’t be in effect.”

"That's not fair."

"Shut up, Weasley."

You've been raising a murderer for twelve years; if you really look into it, do you think you'll get away with it?

Ron's eye twitched slightly, and he silently shut his mouth.

Just then, a cloud in the sky slowly moved away, and a full moon illuminated the night sky, its light shining on everyone's face.

Lupin froze, then his limbs began to tremble violently, and the rope in his hands gradually swelled up.

"Oh dear!" Aaron said, somewhat speechless. "It seems our Professor Lupin didn't take the wolfsbane potion tonight."

"Run, run! It's not safe here!" Sirius cried out urgently.

“He can’t run.” Aaron pointed meaningfully to Ron’s injured leg. “Thanks to someone, we have a seriously injured member in our team.”

Sirius: ......

Okay! This is definitely my own fault.

"Or, how about we leave him here for the bloodthirsty werewolves to feast on, and then we can take the opportunity to leave?"

Ron paused for a moment, then looked at Aaron with a look of astonishment.

Are you serious about what you said?

“Just kidding, don’t take it seriously!” Aaron patted his injured leg. “How about this, leave Peter Pettigrew here? Let him attract the werewolves’ attention.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Pettigrew.

Hermione and Ron were both conflicted. It wasn't that they couldn't do it; exchanging their safety for a shameful and damned traitor was definitely worth it. But they just felt a little awkward about it.

Sirius was somewhat tempted. Wouldn't it be more exciting to let Lupin kill Peter than to hand Peter over to the Dementors?

Snape seemed indifferent. He disliked Lupin, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew, and he was happy to watch them kill each other.

Little Pettigrew immediately struggled, making whimpering sounds, and the man in his thirties was so frightened that he started to cry.

“He can’t die, he’s a key witness,” Harry said.

“Little Pettigrew can’t die, so someone else has to die instead,” Aaron said meaningfully, then looked at Snape, “Right, Professor Snape?”

“Of course.” Snape sneered, drawing his wand and pointing it at Lupin, who was about to turn into a werewolf. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Defense Against the Dark Arts: How to Kill a Werewolf.”

Chapter 324 A series of twists and turns, a whole night's work for nothing?

“No, you can’t do that,” Hermione stopped her. “Professor Lupin is innocent.”

“Miss Granger,” Snape’s face darkened, “you’ve read the textbooks, werewolves are ruthless, killing him is the best option.”

"You dare?" Sirius roared. "Snape, if you dare, I will not let you get away with this."

"Okay, you scared me."

"Killing him was a bit much, but crippling him wouldn't make me feel any guilt." Snape sneered, then waved his wand, "Divine Shield..."

"Eliminate your weapons." ×3.

Harry decisively swung his wand, knocking it from Snape's hand before Snape could finish his spell.

But at the same time, two more beams of light arrived in quick succession, sending Snape flying onto the Whomping Willow and sliding down the trunk.

Snape fell into a coma, and red blood flowed down his hair and onto his face.

“You…” Aaron stared in astonishment, “Professor Snape hated you for a reason. You’ve gone too far.”

“We hit the teacher,” Hermione sobbed, clutching her chin in fear. “We’re doomed.”

"I'm not helping you this time. You'll have to take responsibility for the mess you made," Aaron said, cursing.

The werewolves haven't even been dealt with yet, and you guys are already attacking our teammates and even knocking out the only wizard who can suppress the enemy. You're definitely asking for trouble.

Aaron quickly ran to the trunk of the Whomping Willow and helped the unconscious Snape into the hollow of the tree.

At this point, he dared not leave Snape outside. A werewolf who had lost his mind, plus a Whomping Willow that could awaken at any moment, would be in great danger of death if left outside.

"Well done," Sirius said to the three, then looked at Lupin, whose head and body were stretching out. "No time, let me go."

Harry immediately ran over and untied the ropes binding Sirius's hands.

Ouch!

The werewolf gazed at the moon and howled, its sharp teeth gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Lupin had completely transformed into a werewolf, nearly doubling in size, covered in white fur, and the ropes on his hands were easily torn apart by his claws.

"Leave it to me, you guys run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirius Black completed his transformation.

The big black dog pounced on the werewolf and wrestled with him, dragging him as far away as possible.

Accompanied by the howls of wild beasts, sharp teeth and claws clashed repeatedly.

Strangely enough, Little Pettigrew picked up Snape's dropped wand and quickly touched his arm with it.

"Expelliarmus."

Harry immediately knocked the wand away, but it was too late.

Peter Pettigrew grinned triumphantly as his body shrank at a visible speed. The mouse, missing two toes, sprinted across the grass and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Harry was about to give chase, but the fierce roar beside him forced him to stop and focus his attention on the battle between Lupin and Sirius.

In this fierce battle, the black dog gradually lost ground, and its body sustained more and more wounds.

Sirius and James used to be able to suppress the werewolf when they teamed up, but now that he was alone, he was inevitably somewhat powerless. In addition, twelve years of imprisonment had severely damaged his body and greatly reduced his combat strength. He was thrown away by the werewolf in no time.

The werewolf slowly approached Harry and the others, and seeing his cold eyes, the three of them felt their hearts leap into their throats.

boom!

Crimson flames suddenly erupted from the tree hole. Sensing immense danger, the werewolf instinctively tried to dodge, but was still forced back several meters by the scorching heat.

"Are you guys idiots?" Aaron walked out of the tree hole and looked at the three of them speechlessly. These people were clearly not strong, but they loved to play high-level games and never took the chance to leave.

"Roar..."

Sirius ran back and bit the werewolf's arm, luring the werewolf away.