Chapter 275 Peter Pettigrew

There was a look of mockery in Black's eyes, and Professor Snape's face was so gloomy that it dripped water, he was a little bit annoyed.

In front of his mortal enemy, he was actually defeated by a person he regarded as a child, and he was trapped in this appearance...

At this moment, Allen and the others heard a swishing sound in the jungle, which became louder and louder from far to near.

Allen relaxed with a smile on his face, and he guessed the identity of the person coming.

Allen looked intently at the direction of the sound, the sky was still bright, and he could clearly identify the person who came.

Suddenly, several broomsticks rushed out from the dense forest. The people on the broomsticks were wearing uniform black robes and uniforms. They were Aurors from the Ministry of Magic!

Allen counted silently, two, five, a total of eight Aurors in uniform.

One of them flew in the forefront, leaving two broomsticks away from the others.

Allen quickly went forward, and he recognized that the leader was his elder brother Albert Harris.

"Oh! Merlin above, Merlin above!" cried a young, tan-faced Auror, his eyes wide open in surprise. "This is Sirius Black, what the hell is going on?" thing?"

"D'Artagnan, we will find out the reason." A wizard with high cheekbones and extremely muscular jaw glanced at D'Artagnan, obviously impatient with his companion's yelling.

D'Artagnan closed his mouth and looked eagerly at Albert in front.

"So where is he?" Albert asked, waved his hands at the same time, and immediately two Aurors stepped forward, pointing their wands at Sirius Black and Professor Snape, looking alert.

After reading Alan's secret letter, Albert immediately consulted with his father Owen. They all agreed that it was impossible for Alan to joke about such a big event.

Therefore, Albert immediately acted and quickly organized a group of Aurors who were close to him—of course, among these Aurors were the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, This is what Owen suggested to bring.

Greeting everyone to get ready, Alan undoes the maze technique and releases Banban who was trapped in the maze.

A gray stubby mouse that had lost a patch of fur appeared. It was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and when it found the uniformed Aurors in the field, its small black eyes bulged out of its head.

It took a step forward, then backed away as if seeing a snake.

Albert, who was ready to go, caught it with a wave of his wand, and it began to scream, twist, and struggle desperately.

"It seems to be it?" Albert turned his head and asked.

Allen nodded, "Are you ready, Albert?"

"Come together?" Albert raised his eyebrows and asked.

Allen took one look at Sirius, his eyes burning in his face.

"I think so," Allen raised his wand high, aimed at the mouse in Albert's hand, "count to three. One—two—three!"

Both wands emitted a blue light, and for a split second, Banban stopped in mid-air, his little gray body writhing crazily.

The mouse hits the ground, another blinding flash, and—

Like a fast-forward shot of a tree growing, a head comes out and so do the limbs.

A moment later, a man stood where Ban Ban was, cowering and wringing his hands.

This is a very small man, not even taller than Alan.

Thin, lacklustre hair was a mess, with a large patch of baldness on top.

He looked wrinkled, like a fat man who lost a lot of flesh in a short period of time; his skin was dirty, almost the same as spotted fur, and his pointed nose and watery mung bean eyes still had the characteristics of a mouse.

He scanned the crowd, breathless, and Allen saw his eyes go straight to the Whooping Willow.

"Peter Pettigrew?" The wizard with high cheekbones and extremely muscular jaw exclaimed in surprise.

On the ground, Professor Snape, who had witnessed all this, widened his eyes in disbelief. His expression was complicated, as intelligent as he was, and he immediately understood that the culprit of Lily's death was someone else.

And Sirius who was petrified at the side wanted to rush up and bite Peter to death.

Pettigrew Peter seemed to be shocked by an indescribable fear, and stood still like a statue.

But Allen noticed the rolling eyes in his lowered eyes.

Allen gave him the same treatment as Professor Snape without hesitation—but this time, Allen, who also felt that the previous binding method was a bit embarrassing, adopted another method—the rope came from Allen's wand Squirting out, Peter, who was caught off guard, was bound tightly round and round.

Seeing the eyes of the Aurors, Allen touched his nose and said succinctly, "Look, he doesn't have an index finger. He can also use Thunderbolt to explode!"

This sentence evokes everyone's memory. Thirteen years ago, Sirius blew up a street and Peter Pettigrew died.

If you follow Allen's prompt just now, then someone else blows up the street, and this person is probably Peter in front of you!

"Lloyd," Pettigrew snapped, sweat breaking out of his pale face, "you won't believe him...? He's with Sirius, and he wants to kill I, Lloyd..."

The wizard with high cheekbones and extremely muscular jaw glanced at Allen, wisely silent.

As shrewd as he is, he can naturally see that there is something else wrong with this matter.

Although he served as a striker for the Magic Law Enforcement Squad, he arrested Sirius Black who was believed to have killed Peter Pettigrew. But that's just obeying orders, it doesn't mean that he thinks Peter Pettigrew is innocent.

If Peter Pettigrew hadn't been a guilty conscience, how could he have been willing to remain anonymous and be a mouse for so many years!

Moreover, he is not from Barty Crouch, he is from the Fudge faction. If there are mistakes in the case that Crouch tried back then, Fudge will be a little troubled, but he is also happy to see the results.

Therefore, Lloyd just stared at Peter closely, silently, watching what happened.

But obviously, Peter Pettigrew took Lloyd, who had captured Blake, as a lifeline.

"He's coming to kill me again!" Peter screamed suddenly, glaring at Black. "He killed Lily and James, and now he's coming to kill me...you're going to save me, Lloyd..."

Black's face looked more like a skeleton, with unfathomable eyes fixed on Pettigrew.

"Nobody's going to kill you until we figure something out," Albert said.

"Got it?" shrieked Pettigrew, looking around again, and caught the Whomping Willow. "I knew he'd come for me! I knew he'd come back! I've been waiting twelve years!"

Pettigrew Peter's body trembled, as if he was extremely frightened.