Chapter 329 Please Start Your Performance (Part 2)

"What are you talking about, Severus!" Peter frowned slightly. He had to show the majesty of the Head of Gryffindor. He could think of this as an insult from Snape.

"Huh!" Snape snorted coldly. He didn't like Peter's questioning tone very much.

"I advise you to open your eyes and see where you are now!"

"Where is this?" Peter repeated, the cold night wind blew through Peter's body, and the cold feeling made him shiver unconsciously.

His head seemed to be clearer.

Peter rubbed his cheeks. He felt something strange about his face, as if he was much fatter than before.

He opened his eyes, and the night of Hogwarts came into Peter's field of vision. He didn't seem to understand. His impression was still on the carnival at the Three Broomsticks Bar, and the beautiful ladies celebrating him.

"Where is this?" Peter murmured. He quickly glanced around. Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, Harry Potter and his friends were all there, but there was one more thing. Fleurs.

"Surprised that you're still in the Three Broomsticks pub?" Peter asked. "Surprised that the carnival is still going on? But why does this place look so much like the tower of Hogwarts, Harry?" Peter asked uncertainly.

"This is the tower of Hogwarts, Mr. Peter Pedro!" Dumbledore said, "You look very confused."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, oh, no, Mr. Dumbledore..." Peter said, "What's the reason for bringing me here? And Minister Cornelius Fudge, didn't you say that you have someone at the Ministry of Magic today?" Is there such an important thing that I can’t spare my time to congratulate you?”

Fudge didn't speak. He just stared at Peter with an ugly expression. His eyes would glance back and forth between Peter and Sirius, as if he was measuring something.

"Congratulations?" Dumbledore said, "I'd really like to hear if there's anything worthy of personal congratulations from the Minister of Magic."

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Peter hesitated. He felt very strange. "Today is not the day when I serve as Head of Gryffindor. You also attended my celebration dinner. What's wrong?"

"Head of Gryffindor?" Harry shouted in disbelief, "Are you kidding? How can you be the head of Gryffindor? Are you sure you are not kidding us?"

"Harry!" Peter looked at him angrily, "How can you talk to me like this? I am your godfather..."

"Sirius is my godfather!" Harry said quickly, "and you are just a humble wretch and a dirty betrayer!"

Peter's face turned red. He wanted to stand up and teach his disobedient godson a lesson, but the stiffness in his legs made him unsteady.

"You are really living in a dream, Peter!" A sinister voice came from the side of Peter Pettigrew, which startled him. The voice was very familiar. He had heard it countless times before. I felt vaguely afraid of the owner of the voice.

He turned around quickly, and his eyes that were still slightly closed suddenly widened to the maximum. He was very surprised.

"Little…Sirius Black…" Peter said. "Aren't you supposed to be in Azkaban?"

"Yes, I did stay there for a while," Sirius nodded, "If you don't show up today, I will be taken back there by Minister Fudge in a while. Speaking of which, I I would also like to thank you, thank you for standing in front of me alive."

"How could it be!" Peter held his head with a headache, and he took a closer look at this place.

There was nothing wrong with this being Hogwarts, but what had changed was that his body had become obese again, and Harry seemed to have become much smaller.

He looked down at his clothes and arms. The worn gray leather jacket, the hair on the entire palm of his hand that had grown due to maintaining the Animagus form for many years, and the exposed skin showed a gray color, as if it had just been extracted from lime. It comes out the same.

His body stooped unconsciously, and a memory appeared in his mind out of thin air, just like that bad dream.

In the dream, he was the Weasley rat, he betrayed the Potters, he was the Dark Lord's servant, and then, he was in the Shrieking Shack, and he remembered that he controlled Ron and fired an Avatar The death curse, and...

There is also the transformed Lupine. He doesn't know which one is the real Lupine. In his impression, Lupine's werewolf transformation problem has been completely solved by him. He invented the wolfsbane potion.

However, in the extra memory, the problem of Lupine transforming into a werewolf still existed. It seemed that he was caught and escaped with the help of Lupine's transformation into a werewolf.

He was a mouse, and he kept traveling through the Forbidden Forest. He remembered that he went to the place pointed out to him by the Dark Lord, the ruins, where there was a dry well, and then he jumped in...

Peter suddenly became very panicked. He vaguely felt that this was reality, and that his identity as the Head of Gryffindor House was a dream.

He was beating himself like crazy. If this was a nightmare, he just hoped that he could wake up quickly. He didn't want to stay here in such fear.

"No..." Peter wailed, "You should be dead!"

Peter ignored his physical discomfort and jumped in front of Sirius. He grabbed the fence between him and Sirius with his hands. This feeling almost drove him crazy.

"It's you who deserve to die, Peter," said Sirius, "you filthy traitor!"

Sirius roared, and he stretched out his hand from the iron bars, and grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the collar.

"Let go of me, you scumbag!" Peter Pettigrew shouted, "You should be dead by now. I did it perfectly. I am the first-class recipient of the Order of Merlin, and you, you are just a Dirty prisoner, you deserve to die in Azkaban!"

Peter yelled, and he slapped Sirius' arm off with his hand. He groped around on his body, but he couldn't find his wand after searching for a long time.

He raised his hand fiercely, wanting to cast an Avada Kedavra, but such a move was obviously impossible in front of Dumbledore.

In fact, Peter was just halfway through reciting the spell when Fudge, who was staying aside, stopped him at the very least.

A simple repel spell can interrupt the unsuspecting Peter Pettigrew, which is exactly what he did. No matter who Sirius is, the three unforgivable curses are stipulated by the Ministry of Magic. Peter Dwarf is innocent, and his actions just now are enough to keep him in Azkaban forever. (To be continued)