Chapter 277 Confrontation (Modified)

Allen looked at Professor Snape in surprise. As expected of the Half-Blood Prince, he actually lifted the curse he cast on him so quickly.

"But why did you pour half of the bottle into Barty Jr. when Crouch was interrogated in the original future..." Shaking his head, Alan, who stopped thinking about it, decisively removed the ropes that were tied to his Potions professor. .

"Professor Snape, it would be great if you were willing to make a move." Albert said respectfully as if he had just seen Professor Snape. It was as if he had never seen the person who was bound to the ground before.

A smile that was hard to detect by others could not help but flash across Allen's face, and the upright elder brother has become more or less mellow through experience.

Professor Snape pursed his lips, and walked towards Peter Pettigrew with a livid face.

"Severus! Professor Snape!" Pettigrew shrieked. "If I was You-Know-Who's accomplice, why didn't I ever hurt Harry?"

Seeing that someone seemed to be listening carefully, his voice raised again.

"I've been in a dormitory with him for three years, and I haven't touched a single hair of Harry! Why would I do that?"

"I'll tell you why," Blake called afterward.

"Because you've never seen a rabbit or a hawk. Voldemort hasn't been seen for twelve years, and he's said to be half dead. You wouldn't kill under Albus Dumbledore's nose for a crippled, disgraced wizard, would you?" ?”

Under Black's aggressive gaze, Pettigrew couldn't help but look away.

"You have to make sure he's still the greatest overlord before you go back to him, don't you? Otherwise, why would you find a wizard family to take you in? Because it keeps your ears open, doesn't it, Peter? In case your The old patron has made a comeback, the situation is safe, you go back and talk to him..."

Pettigrew opened his mouth a few times and seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Professor Snape grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the chin to prevent him from dodging. He stared into his eyes. His eyes shone with light. Pettigrew seemed to be frozen, unable to move his gaze.

Professor Snape's other hand raised his wand so that the tip of the wand was pressed against the opponent, and wisps of silver-white substance were drawn from Pete Peter's forehead.

Allen hurried forward quickly, took out a bottle, and caught the substances.

Finally, Professor Snape put down his wand, staring at Pettigrew with cold eyes.

Allen looked at him worriedly, very afraid that Professor Snape would not be able to restrain himself, and directly gave Pettigrew an Avada to eat a big melon...

But Slytherin wasn't Gryffindor after all, and the professor was still a professor after all. As if he had been bounced up, he stood up abruptly and walked aside without saying a word.

Allen let out a long breath to himself. Pettigrew can't die now. Black's innocence has not been fully proved yet. He capped the bottle and wanted to give the bottle of memory to Albert.

But Albert shook his head and signaled Alan to hand the bottle to Lloyd.

Lloyd accepted the bottle of memory unceremoniously. If he guessed right, Fudge would be more than happy for him to do so, to prevent Crouch from tampering with Pettigrew's memory before his trial.

Pettigrew's face was ashen, and he knew in his heart that he was still living in this world, and this was the biggest flaw, the irrefutable evidence.

Plus the retrieved memories...

He trembled all over, and sobbed mournfully, almost out of breath.

He looked horrible like a big bald baby curled up on the ground.

But none of the people present showed any sympathy.

Allen couldn't decide whether Pettigrew was crying out of remorse or out of fear.

And his attitude made Black's eyes even more angry, and he even felt dizzy for a while.

The disgusting wizard in front of him evokes his heart-piercing memories again.

Black was even more murderous, desperate to cast an Avada Kedavra.

The desire to kill invaded his body like a pervasive high fever.

The two Aurors in charge of supervising Sirius held his shoulders firmly.

"Zombies are floating." Albert commanded the two Aurors, who were responsible for escorting Pettigrew and preparing to return to the Ministry of Magic.

Pettigrew seemed to have invisible strings attached to his wrists, neck, and knees, and he was pulled to his feet, his head still hanging ungainly, like a grotesque puppet, his feet dangling limply a few inches from the ground. The place.

"Alan, you and Professor Snape had better come back to the ministry with us. As for Principal Dumbledore, the minister will explain it." Albert said to his younger brother.

Allen nodded, and walked beside Sirius in silence.

Professor Snape was very happy, he wanted to see the trial with his own eyes, and see the ending of Lily's Pettigrew Peter.

Professor Snape also thought of Weasley and Draco, but the tunnel led to the Shrieking Shack, so they could leave on their own. Maybe it's all back in the dormitory now - he can never imagine Draco and Ron's situation at this time.

What Draco and Ron had rubbed against the base of the Whomping Willow's roots wasn't melted snow or rotting leaves.

Rather—the powerful laxative developed by the twin brothers.

The mischievous twin brothers who like pranks would never have imagined that they splashed the residue of laxatives they had failed to develop on the roots of the Whomping Willow out of safety, convenience and privacy considerations, because generally no one would come here, let alone Will touch the Whomping Willow, so as to avoid the danger of touching the residue.

But what he didn't expect was that he would accidentally trick his own brother.

Draco and Ron could hardly contain the physical urge.

Unable to control one, Ron released a shocking, weeping ghost-well, the natural atmosphere of heaven and earth.

His robe seemed to be lifted up quickly by this dramatic flow, and fell down again quickly.

Draco covered his nose in disgust, and his contemptuous gaze instantly made Ron, who realized that the fart he just let out was not just a fart, furious.

Ron's face was on fire, almost as red as his hair.

I don't know whether it was out of shame or anger, but in desperation, he threw himself on Draco's body, and the two wrestled together.

Although Draco was taken aback, he was not afraid at all. Instead, because he was competitive, he threw himself into the fight with Ron.

In the rage, there was a constant thunderous jetting sound in the tunnel.

The stench permeated the entire tunnel, and the two of them were so smoked that they almost felt sick, but they were like two big roosters who wanted to kill each other, neither of them would be outdone.

Malfoy wanted to use his wand to clean it up, but in the chaos just now, the wands of the two had long since disappeared, hidden in the darkness, hidden in a pile of filth.

And Allen and his party quickly evacuated from the Forbidden Forest.

Allen looked at Black vigilantly. If this reckless big dog got excited, got rid of the Auror, and really killed Pettigrew, he would be happy, but the deal between him and himself would be ruined.

Allen didn't want to work in vain.