Chapter 260 Believe (Two in One)

"Do you want to go out?" Lu Ping asked gently, "But I think it's quite nice here. I miss it a lot, don't you?"

"Yes... I miss it very much..." Peter said tremblingly. He was still the same as before, not daring to refute Lupine's words verbally.

However, this does not mean that Peter Pettigrew will stay here so obediently. As long as he goes out, he has hope of escaping. According to Severus, Lupine did not drink any magic potion. This seems to be a Not a bad opportunity.

Today is a full moon, and as long as he leaves here, he has hope of escaping.

"You think so too?" Lupine asked. "I thought you were afraid of seeing us."

"No..." Peter said, "How...how could it be...I didn't even have time to be happy when I saw you were still...still alive...hehe...hehe!"

"I hope so," Lupine nodded, "However, Sirius misses you very much. He wants everything you want..."

Professor Lupine paused. He still had that gentle smile on his face. Peter saw Lupine's mouth open, revealing his shining teeth. This reminded him of Lupine's fangs after he turned into a werewolf. The cold light radiates...

"I want to...kill you!" Lupine spit out these three words easily. This has also been Sirius's wish all along, but it seemed so insignificant in Lupine's mouth.

But it was undoubtedly a thunder in Peter's ears. He had already thought of Sirius's purpose and had been prepared for it. But when he finally heard Lupine say these words for Sirius, his body still felt... He couldn't help but tremble violently. He had only one thought, and that was to escape from here. For this, he would give anything, even a whole palm.

Peter seemed to have been stepped on by someone. He wanted to leave here, but Fan Lin blocked the exit first. He used his wand to force Peter back.

Seeing Peter's reaction, Lupine naturally confirmed the doubts in his heart. The problem was of course Peter, but he had to prove that Sirius was innocent in front of Harry, and even Fan Lin did not completely believe Sirius. , his trust is obviously not enough to convince everyone, including the Ministry of Magic.

But Peter didn't care what other people thought at this time. He was frightened to death when he heard those three words.

"Lupin," Peter Pettigrew said breathlessly, and Harry saw large beads of sweat coming out of Peter Pettigrew's pale face, "You didn't believe him, didn't you... He wanted to kill me then, Lupin..."

"We heard," Lupine said, his voice very cold. "I want to clarify one or two small things with you, Peter, if you are willing..."

"He's here to kill me again!" Peter Pettigrew suddenly pointed at Black and screamed, and Harry saw that he was using his middle finger because his index finger was broken. "He killed Lily and James, and now he wants to kill me... You must help me, Lupin..."

Fan Lin couldn't help but feel bored. He wanted to be more direct. Dumbledore could do it with Veritaserum or Legilimency. For Peter Pettigrew, Fan Lin really couldn't bear the thought of torture. The one who felt terrible was Ron who was lying aside. He seemed to have passed out. Ron couldn't possibly know the killing curse. The person in front of him must have cast the spell.

Hermione was holding Fan Lin's arm tightly. Death and other things made the girl feel terrified.

And Black's unfathomable eyes stared at Peter Pettigrew, his face looking more skeleton than before.

"No one wants to kill you until we figure out a few things." Lupine said coldly. He had to be patient. He wanted Harry to trust Sirius.

"Clarify the matter?" Peter Pettigrew screamed, looking around hastily again, his eyes noticed the windows with wooden boards, and looked again at the only door, which had been blocked by Fan Lin. "I know he's after me! I know he's coming back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years!"

"Did you know that Sirius would escape from Azkaban?" Lupine frowned and said, "Hasn't no one ever escaped before?"

"He has magic the rest of us can only dream of!" screamed Peter Pettigrew. "How else could he have gotten out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him some tricks. !”

Blake suddenly began to laugh, a horrible, joyless laugh that filled the room.

"Voldemort, teach me a trick?" Peter Pettigrew flinched, as if Black had whipped him. "What? Afraid of hearing your old master's name?" Black said. "I don't blame you, Peter. Those who worked for him didn't like you very much, did they?"

"I don't know...what are you talking about, Sirius..." Peter Pettigrew muttered, sweating faster, and now his whole face was covered in sweat.

"You haven't been hiding from me for twelve years," Black said. "You've been hiding from Voldemort's former supporters. I heard some things in Azkaban. Peter... they all thought you were dead. , or you have to give them an explanation...I heard them screaming in their dreams and saying all kinds of things. It sounded like they thought the liar had tricked them. Voldemort came to the Potter's house based on your information. Failed there. Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they? There are still many here, biding their time, pretending they've realized their mistake... if they get wind of you being alive. , Peter..."

"I don't know...what are you talking about..." Peter Pettigrew said again, his voice shriller than before. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up at Lupin, "You can't believe this. This madman, Lupin..."

"Then I should believe you? I must admit, Peter, I can't understand why an innocent man would spend twelve years as a rat." Lu Ping said flatly.

"Innocent, but frightened!" screamed Peter Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's supporters are after me, it's because I sent one of their most capable men to Azkaban... that spy, little Sirius Black!"

Blake's face contorted.

"How dare you say that," he growled, sounding like the growl of a dog the size of a bear, the dog he had transformed into before. "Me, Voldemort's spy? When did I sneak around people who were much more powerful and influential than me? But you, Peter... I really don't understand why I didn't identify you as the one from the beginning. That spy. You always like friends who are stronger than you so that they can take care of you, right? It was always us... Lupine and I... and Potter..."

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breathing almost out of breath.

"I. Spy... you must be crazy... never... don't understand how you can say such a thing..."

"It's only because of my suggestion that Lily and James asked you to be their secret-keeper." Black gritted his teeth and said so fiercely that Peter Pettigrew unconsciously took a step back. "I thought it was the most perfect plan... a clever trick... Voldemort would definitely come after me, and I would never have thought that they would take advantage of someone as weak and stupid as you... You told Voldemort that you could hand over the Potters to him , that moment must be the most proud moment in your poor life."

Peter Pettigrew muttered distractedly; Harry heard the words "ridiculous" and "crazy", but he couldn't help paying more attention to Peter Pettigrew. His face was ashen now, and his eyes continued to look toward the window. And slip through the door.

"But...but..." Peter Pettigrew's eyes were rolling. He knew that as long as Harry believed in him, all this could be saved. Harry was the person involved, the son of Potter, and the one who defeated Voldemort. .

"I slept in the dormitory of Hogwarts for three whole years," Peter Pettigrew seemed to have thought of a good idea. He puffed up his chest and his face turned a little red, but he had to appear more confident.

"If I really worked for the mysterious man, Harry should have been poisoned long ago. But Harry is alive and well. He has not been harmed because of me. I have never hurt Harry. A hair! Why should I hurt him?"

"I'll tell you why," said Black. "Because you won't do anything for anyone if you don't think it's going to be good for you. Voldemort has been in hiding for twelve years. He's said to be half dead. You're not going to kill a wizard who has lost all his powers and is in bad health right under Dumbledore's nose, are you? The most powerful boss in the circle, right? Why else would you find a magical family to live in? This way you can hear new things all the time, right, Peter? You want to know what happened to your old protector? I have strength again, and I will be safe if I return to him..."

"How is it possible!" Peter seemed to be very angry, "How could I risk my life for, for the mysterious man? You are the traitor. I am protecting Harry..."

"Are you protecting Harry?" Fan Lin said impatiently, "I'm sorry, we didn't see your protection when we faced Voldemort in the first and second grades. Your master is Ron. ,But……"

Fan Lin pointed at Ron who was paralyzed on the ground, "Is this your protection? The Imperius Curse? Forcing Ron to pay a heavy price to use the Killing Curse?"

"This... this has nothing to do with me..." Peter murmured, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything to refute Fan Lin's words. He had done this several times.

"Oh... Mr. Black... Sirius?" Harry said uncertainly. He looked at Peter standing in front of him, then at Sirius, and finally spoke.

Black was really startled when he heard such a title. He stared at Harry, as if he had forgotten this a long time ago: others would speak to him so politely, and this was the first time that Harry talked to him calmly. Dialogue, not jumping out to kill him.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you... escape from Azkaban, or how did you find me?"

"Oh, Harry..." Peter Pettigrew gasped, looking at Harry hopefully, "Exactly! Exactly what I wanted to ask..." But Lupine glanced at him, and he fell silent. Black frowned slightly at Harry, but didn't look annoyed. He seemed to be considering his answer.

This is his godson. He has the responsibility and obligation to take over everything from Harry. Of course, he must first gain Harry's trust and approval. This is a difficult problem. He is too lazy to come up with it, and Harry is still a little undecided. .

"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I guess the only reason I didn't lose my mind was because I knew I was innocent. It wasn't a pleasant thought, so the dementors didn't suck it out of my head... so I could keep my head clear. , and knowing who I am... helps me conserve my magic... So, if the situation around me becomes unbearable, too unbearable... I can transform in the cell... turn into a dog, and seize the soul. It's strange that they can't see. You know..." He swallowed, "They are aware of people's emotions, so they know how to get closer to people... They can judge that my emotions are more... less like humans. Emotions, not that complicated, I was like that when I was a dog... But of course, they think I'm losing my mind, just like everyone else out there, so they don't worry about it. But I'm weak, very weak. Without a wand, I have no hope of chasing them away from me..." But. I saw Peter in the photo in the newspaper at that time...I learned that he was at Hogwarts, with you...if he had even gotten a hint that the dark forces were gathering strength. What a perfect place to start taking action..."

Peter Pettigrew shook his head and moved his mouth silently, but kept staring at Black, as if he was hypnotized.

"Once he is sure that he has allies, he will take action... and hand over you, the last member of the Potter family, to them. If he hands you over to them, then who can dare to say that he has betrayed Voldemort? He Will return full of honors..."

"So you understand, I have to take action. I'm the only one who knows that Peter is still alive..."

Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley told Mrs. Weasley: "The guards said he said in his sleep... 'He's at Hogwarts.'"

"It's like someone lit a fire in my brain and the dementors can't put it out... It's not a pleasant feeling... It's an obsession... But the thought gives me strength and makes my brain It became clear. So, one night, they opened my door to bring food, and I, as a dog, slipped away from them... It is more difficult for them to feel the emotions of animals, because the emotions of animals are chaotic. of...I was very thin then, very thin...so thin that I could slip between the iron cupboard bars...As a dog, I swam back to the mainland...I walked north, and as a dog, I came to Hog Watts...I've been living in the Forbidden Forest since I arrived at Hogwarts...except of course when I go to Quidditch matches...You fly as well as your father, Harry..."

He looked at Harry, who didn't avert his eyes. "Believe me," Black croaked, "believe me. I have never betrayed James or Lily. I would rather die than betray them."

Harry finally believed him. Whether it was Sirius's energy in fighting the dementors or Fanlin's determination, this also drove Harry's heart to continue to move closer to Sirius. His throat was choked and he couldn't speak, so he just nodded.

"Don't!" Peter Pettigrew knelt on the ground, as if Harry's nod had sentenced him to death. He walked forward on his knees, clasping his hands together as if praying. "Sirius... it's me... I'm Peter... your friend... you won't..." Black kicked his foot, and Peter Pettigrew flinched back.

"You don't need to touch it. My robes are dirty enough," Black said. "Lupine!" screamed Peter Pettigrew, turning to Lupine and contorting before him in supplication. "You don't believe this...didn't Sirius tell you that their plans had changed?"

"If he thought I was a spy, he wouldn't have told me, Peter," said Lupin. "I guess that's why you didn't tell me, isn't it. Sirius?" He whispered casually over Peter Pettigrew's head. Ask Blake.

"Forgive me, Lupin," said Black.

"It's okay, Padfoot, old friend." Lupine said, rolling up his sleeves. "On the other hand, I used to think you were a spy. It wasn't until a few minutes ago that I completely believed you, so you also forgive me, okay?"

"Of course." Black said, a genuine smile flashed across his thin face, no longer the gloomy look of the past. Unless Peter died, Sirius would never be able to smile sincerely.

Sirius began to roll up his sleeves. "Shall we kill him together?"

"Yes, I think so." Lupine said gloomily. For betrayers, there is only one result that greets them, and that is death.

"You won't. You won't..." Peter Pettigrew gasped. He crawled beside Ron.

"Ron...haven't I always been your good friend...and your pet? You won't let them kill me, will you...You're on my side, right?"

"Get out of my way!" Fanlin stretched out his hand. He used the remaining magic power to condense a simplest magician's hand. He couldn't let Peter get close to Ron.

"Leave him!" Harry said angrily. It was obvious that Ron's miserable appearance was caused by the man in front of him. (To be continued)