I'm Really an Alchemist

Buckbeak let out a long cry of fear, and his speed increased again. A spectacle appeared in the night sky. A large number of flying beasts chased a flying horse, and rushed to the end of the forest.

Harry could feel Buckbeak's heavy breathing, it had reached its limit, and it was all by willpower.

The flying beast behind him is also close at hand.

Harry developed a fear of death, and he deeply regretted his reckless behavior.

"Extremely rapid growth!"

A shrill sound of chanting appeared, and the forest trees under their feet suddenly rose up, and their branches grew strangely upwards. There was only a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and the flying beasts were stopped by the branches protruding from the breakthrough.

"Harry!"

A short and fat man was riding a broom at a parallel distance from Harry, and he stretched out his hand anxiously: "Why are you here, leave with me!"

The chunky man opened the way ahead, and the curse rays knocked down the creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

The screams were endless.

Harry's eyes widened as he recognized the stocky man who had saved him during the Quidditch match.

"Follow him!" Harry patted Buckbeak. Buckbeak was a little reluctant, but he was not strong enough to continue flying down. He turned around, followed the short, fat man, and returned to the Hogwarts barrier. .

"There are many obstacles!"

The chunky man waved his magic wand, and the obstacles raised from the ground caused the chasing animals to be delayed by vines and mud.

"It's okay, they won't be able to catch up for a while!" The short and fat man breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Harry reproachfully, and said in a high-pitched voice, "You really like messing around like your father!"

Harry looked at the stocky man.

"You know my father?" he asked in a low voice.

"I'm James' best friend." The chunky man looked depressed, "You should have heard of me, Peter who was killed by Sirius, Peter Pettigrew!"

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Chapter 435 Chapter 76 Lies and Truth

"Aren't you... killed?"

Harry didn't feel scared, but asked boldly.

Peter Pettigrew smiled and explained: "It's a fake death! I was worried about the revenge of the Death Eaters, so I stayed anonymous and hid in Tibet until Voldemort was resurrected and Sirius was released from prison. I was worried about your safety, so I returned to Hogwarts! "

As he spoke, he covered his face and wept bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Harry! I failed to protect your parents. I mistrusted Black!"

"It's not your fault!" Harry said seriously: "It's Sirius, he betrayed my parents! Pettigrew, I know he has been protecting me, thank you!"

Pettigrew wiped his eyes and shook his head.

"You are James' son, I can't repeat what happened thirteen years ago!"

He grabbed Harry's shoulders and his expression became serious: "Listen, Harry! Stay away from Lupine, he's with Black!"

Harry Potter's eyes widened suddenly.

He shook his head, never believed in gentleness, Professor Lupine, who was always gentle to him, was with Sirius, who killed his parents, not to mention...not to mention that Lupine was a good friend of his parents.

But Peter Pettigrew is also a good friend of his parents.

"I know you don't believe it, and I didn't believe it at first!" Pettigrew whispered: "I went back to Hogwarts, and at first I wanted to find Lupine's help, but I saw him staying with Black !"

"Why is Black hiding in the castle, but no one found him!"

"Because Lupine is helping him hide..." Pettigrew scratched his hair in pain, "I don't know if he was bewitched by Black, or he is a Death Eater, but you must be vigilant against him!"

Harry stuttered.

"Let's go to Dumbledore, he will definitely find Sirius!"

As he said that, he grabbed Pettigrew's palm and wanted to take them to find Dumbledore. As long as he had Pettigrew's testimony, he would definitely be able to catch Sirius and restore peace in the school.

Pettigrew grabbed his palm with a backhand.

"Do you think Dumbledore doesn't know about this?" He raised his voice: "Harry, you don't know the other side of Dumbledore, he is a man who does not compromise his purpose!"

"Think about it, Harry, if you are not the savior of fate, why would Dumbledore invest his heart and soul in you!"

"He just wants you to grow up and fight against the Dark Lord!"

Harry pursed his lips, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, he watched Pettigrew gently leaning over his body, stroking his hair compassionately.

"Dumbledore must have a purpose for keeping Sirius!" He said, "No one cares about your feelings, and they will not avenge James and Lily."

Harry lowered his head as he thought about the past three years.

Three years ago, when he rejected the Hogwarts letter, Dumbledore came to the door in person;

After Voldemort was resurrected two years ago, Dumbledore eagerly asked him to join the Order of the Phoenix and train him to grow.

And last year, the prophecy heard from Minister Fudge.

All the clues are connected together.

This gentle headmaster only regards him as an indispensable tool and doesn't care about his anger, hatred and hatred.

"Harry." Pettigrew said softly, "I know you can't accept it, but it is the truth. If you pay more attention to Lupine, you will know the truth...I will always protect you and face the enemy with you, Even Voldemort!"

Sending the silent Harry Potter into the barrier, Pettigrew stood on the other side of the barrier and said: "Harry, if you want to see me, you can come to me from the tree hole of the Whomping Willow, which leads to Hodder The Shrieking Shack in Mog Village."

Harry was in a very complicated mood, so he could only nod his head, and then saw his father's friend walking happily into the dark forest.

Three friends of my father.

Pettigrew, who was thought to be dead, is still alive.

Sirius, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, returned to Hogwarts.

Even Lupine, who he trusted so much, didn't know if he was deceiving himself.

Harry turned around heavily, looking at the brightly lit castle, feeling no warmth in his heart, this school full of good memories, now he couldn't even find anyone he trusted.

.....

Pettigrew's words, like nails, stuck into Harry's mind.

The more he persuaded himself that Professor Lupine must be fine, he must have been deceived by Sirius, the more he secretly paid attention to Lupine.

He didn't tell anyone what happened that night.

Harry doesn't know who else he can trust, Professor Ivan can trust, but what's the use of telling him?

It will also bring Professor Ivan into danger.

The boy became more and more dull and withdrawn. He hid everything in his heart. Even Ron and Hermione's concern did not open his closed heart—Harry didn't want them to worry or be in danger.

The only luck is that the precautions during the Christmas holiday are not so strict, and he can meet his father's friend Peter Pettigrew through the tree hole of the Whomping Willow.

From this chubby uncle next door, Harry knew how his father and mother met, and knew that his father was also a lawless little bastard back then.

Mrs. Pablo still hasn't returned.

I thought this was a special case, but there are more and more incidents similar to the disappearance of people in the painting.

At first, the Daily Prophet took it as an interesting story, but in recent reports, the words have become more serious and the space has taken up more and more space. Even the latest issue surpassed the ongoing Death Eaters magic war.

This shows that the seriousness of this matter has surpassed Voldemort.

Not only Europe, but the whole world was affected.

From the beginning, it was only the person in the painting that disappeared, and now it is not only the person, but everything in the magic painting—everything in the literal sense. The only thing left of the magic painting is the frame and a piece of extraordinarily clean drawing paper.

Everyone in Hogwarts' magic painting is in danger and frightened.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The disappearance of magic paintings covers the whole world. The randomness is extremely high, and the frequency has become extremely high. Except for Mrs. Pablo, it never happened again.

For this reason, Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar in Hodmogg Village, came to the door in person with Arianna's portrait, requesting that the painting be kept at Hogwarts.

.....

United States-Arizona Branch of the Magic Congress.

"Mobilize the case, the first case of the disappearance of the magic painting happened in the area under your jurisdiction!"

boom!

The table shook twice.

The investigators from the headquarters stared furiously at the high-level officials of the branch. These high-level officials stared at the ground one by one, as if there was something particularly interesting on the ground.

"The incident of the red alert was judged by you as an incident of loss of personal belongings. Regarding your negligence, I will report it truthfully!"

Everyone began to shirk responsibility.

The responsibility fell to Minister Auror.

Seeing that the black pot was under the cover and he had nowhere to look for it, Minister Auror suddenly remembered the Auror who had applied for a higher priority several times in a row. He invited that Auror into the office as if he had found a savior. .

The Aurors seemed to have expected it.

He first unceremoniously pointed out the vegetarian meal of the high-level members of the Arizona Magic Congress branch, and took out his notebook.

"I have never given up on investigating this matter." He said calmly: "All this happened seven days ago, at [-]:[-] on January [-]th. Afterwards, I investigated further and found that that afternoon, Thirty-seven disappearances of magic paintings occurred in the United States!"

Speaking of which, he punched the table angrily.

"But they are all classified as cases of loss of private property!"

Everyone present subconsciously avoided their sight.

The Auror continued: "On January [-]th, there were [-] incidents in the United States, [-] incidents in South America, seven in Europe, two in Japan, and...one hundred and twenty incidents in the African continent!"

"It has wisdom." Auror closed his notebook and said to the investigator who was pale with fear from so many cases: "Judging from its law of action, the more ignorant the country, the higher the frequency of occurrence. "

"It?" The investigator sensed the meaning behind the word.