Chapter 328 Please Start Your Performance (I)

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Harry almost screamed with excitement. He didn't know how Peter appeared here, but this did not hinder his excitement.

Peter appeared, and he was lying alive in front of everyone. His appearance meant that Sirius was saved, and Sirius did not have to return to Azkaban to wait for death.

Harry didn't think Peter could hide anything in front of Dumbledore. Even if Peter was facing Fan Lin, Harry didn't think Peter would have the slightest chance.

Fudge's face was very ugly, like fresh pork liver. Anyway, he looked very bad.

Why didn't Peter die? Why is he here? Is this really Dumbledore's magic?

(Manually funny! This should be considered a spell!)

"It seems that our Mr. Peter Pedro is living a very peaceful life. Even such a big noise did not wake him up." Dumbledore thought deeply. He squatted down and put his hand on Peter's head.

"Hmm... Very good hallucinogenic magic, very interesting... Connelly, why don't you come over and check it out yourself?"

"No... no need..." Fudge said. He had already checked with magic before, but found nothing. He knew that since he didn't find anything, he couldn't remove Dumbledore's magic even if he did it himself. , he would rather believe that this is Dumbledore's magic.

"Then..." Dumbledore said, his hands would move from Peter's head, as if he was doing something delicate, and some faint silver threads would float from Peter's head. out.

This breath is very familiar, just like the mark left by Idun. If it is to be stripped, the person who strips it must be very proficient in soul magic, such as Legilimency.

It lasted about thirty seconds, until Dumbledore stood up, and the rescue of Peter was finally completed. Fan Lin could not feel any aura of Idunn on Peter.

"There should be no problem now." Dumbledore said, "But I am very curious about what happened to Peter. He was under the hallucinogenic magic, and he seems to be very deep-seated."

Fudge stood quietly beside him. Things that he thought were back under his control once again exceeded his expectations. This felt very bad, especially after living for such a long time, Sirius Black still stayed there honestly. The scope of Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster..." Snape walked out, "To be on the safe side, he wants to personally confirm the authenticity of Peter."

However, before Snape could reach Peter Pedro, Peter, who was lying on the ground, twitched his legs slightly, maintaining the same position for a long time, making his legs a little stiff.

This shocked Fudge. If it was magic, the level of magic was too advanced. Not only could he conjure a person out of thin air, but he was actually still alive?

"Severus...Severus, why are you here?" Peter's voice was a little weak. He felt as if his body had been drained. Part of the magic supply that constructed the illusion was extracted from his own magic. He After being trapped in the illusion for such a long time, Fan Lin later took him out of the underground. In order to maintain the continuation of the illusion, his body involuntarily supplied magic power in the bottle, making his body empty at this moment.

"Why am I here?" Snape couldn't help but ask, and he wanted to ask Peter why he was in this place where he shouldn't be.

"What's wrong with me?" Peter held his head with one hand. His head hurt a little, and there was no magic power in his body. This feeling was definitely the most annoying feeling for a wizard.

"I remember, I should be in class at this time...Now, what time is it now?" Peter shook his head. He remembered that he was about to walk to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Yesterday, he was appointed as Head of Gryffindor by Professor McGonagall. In fact, in his world, he also received blessings from Dumbledore, the previous headmaster of Hogwarts.

Maybe it was the celebration last night. He drank too much. You know, this is a happy thing. Many people came. At the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade, he even received a gift from the Ministry of Magic. Congratulatory message from the Minister.

Mr. Fudge is a really kind man.

Peter thought, if he was hungover, he should be in...the room of the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade.

Maybe he should suggest that the boss here strengthen the guest room of the Three Broomsticks Bar. It's really cold here, and the damn bed is like a stone. The most important thing is that his room, if he remembers correctly, he I just saw a wild Severus.

This was really bad, why would Severus come here and just casually enter his room? The Three Broomsticks were getting worse.

"What are you doing?" Snape looked at Peter coldly. He had no idea what Peter was doing. He just woke up?

"Oh, sorry, Severus..." Peter muttered. Snape is the dean of Slytherin House. The two of them are equals. Even if he is dissatisfied, he cannot disrespect Snape. general.

"You know, the cocktail party last night was really lively. Everyone was celebrating, so I couldn't help but drink some more. These beers are quite powerful. My head was a little swollen before."

Peter patted his head while speaking, and he hadn't opened his eyes until now.

"It's such a pity that you didn't come, Severus!"

"In fact, I don't think there was any cocktail party last night. I'm curious why you showed up here in this way. People who seem to live in their own world are really... pathetic?"

Snape said, he already knew the reason why Peter was so strange. You know, Dumbledore had just removed the hallucination magic for Peter, and it was normal that he didn't recover for a while.

He knew that since Peter was here, even if he didn't want to, Sirius's crime could be easily cleared. He only needed a sustenance, the culprit of murdering Lily.

Sirius was a good choice. There were many grievances between the two of them, but it was not impossible to change the object of hatred to the humble Peter, or, how about killing both of them together?

Snape didn't mind doing this. In his opinion, these two scumbags were completely useless. One was a coward, and the other had been tortured in Azkaban for twelve years. He was already a useless person. It didn't matter whether he was alive or not. (To be continued)