Moonlight Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 204 The So-Called

Pettigrew Peter knelt on the ground, looking at Harry who was sitting powerlessly in front of him, his heart was filled with fear.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die at all, his fear of death was greater than anything else.

For this, he once betrayed his best friend;

For this reason, he did not hesitate to turn into a mouse and hide in the Weasley's house for more than ten years;

For this reason, he would rather assist the powerful evil than follow the weak light.

Harry Potter, the child of his best friend, is already 14 years old, so he must have been hiding for almost 14 years. During these 14 years, the thing he feared the most finally happened, the magic power in his body was sealed, Limbs were broken, and death was finally coming to his head.

In the era when Voldemort was powerful, the Potter family was hunted down by Voldemort for some reason. At that time, he was subdued by Voldemort when he left school, and Voldemort forced him to be his spy in Hogwarts.

but……

He is obviously a Gryffindor, a Gryffindor with courage, why was he so easily persuaded by Voldemort to become a spy?
It was as if the time had come to the sorting ceremony back then. He sat on the small chair that had been sat by countless students, and secretly begged the Sorting Hat to sort him into Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat hesitated for a while before agreeing to him. request.

"I hope you find the courage you didn't have."

These were the words the Sorting Hat had spoken to him, after announcing his admission to Gryffindor.

"Your father was a brave Gryffindor, so I hope you are too."

This was what his mother had expected of him, and he compensated her with a first-class Medal of Merlin, even though the honor was fake and he got it through deception, but he didn't care.

if only……

In the eyes of others, it is enough to be a hero!

Ai Wen took out an orange from his arms, and peeled it slowly. He knew very well that the sword did not hit the vital point at all, but judging from the amount of blood flowing out, it was clear that Pettigrew Peter did not die so easily. .

"Come on, open your mouth."

Peter Pettigrew obediently opened his mouth, waiting to be fed, just like a real pet.

When did this start?
Maybe it started after he was willing to become a pet and hide in Weasley's house. Pettigrew Peter looked at the little wizard in front of him with contempt, exactly the same as Voldemort looked at him back then.

Treat yourself as an ant and step on yourself into the dust.

He saw the little wizard in front of him pulling Harry up, pointing at himself and saying something, one of his best friends, Sirius Black, striding towards him, and then Picking up the long sword that fell on the ground, his face was ferocious.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Sirius let out a long howl, like a wounded lone wolf.

then,

The long sword stabbed out, piercing Peter Pettigrew's heart. Peter Pettigrew's body twitched uncontrollably. At the last moment of facing death, his head was congested, and he seemed to see James standing beside him. On the opposite side, he took a few deep breaths, and the memories of the past flooded in front of his eyes like flowing water, as if he was summing up his boring life.

"Far...away from...the person next to you! He...he..."

Before he finished speaking, Peter Pettigrew had already lost his aura. Harry, who was standing opposite him, looked at this scene with complicated emotions.

"James, I avenged you!"

Sirius yelled, and knelt down towards the ground, slamming his fists hard on the ground, blood was flowing, mixed with the blood splashed by Pettigrew Peter, it was a little warm, but so cold.

Tears flowed from Professor Lupine who stood at the end, and the scene in front of him gradually overlapped with the scene where Black was surrounded. He originally thought that there would be nothing to move him since then, however, he But she shed tears again.

"Black." Professor Lupine came to Black's side. After they met, this was the first time he took a serious look at his former good friend.

The Blake who used to be was in full bloom and high spirits. In the classrooms they passed by, the greeting cards of courtship could fill the entire drawer, but now...

"Harry, do you know why I insisted on letting you stab the sword?" Ivan looked at Harry and asked suddenly.

"Why?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Because Voldemort is going to be resurrected, I don't want me, and possibly you, to experience such a tragedy again." Ivan said calmly.

Harry nodded with a complicated expression. He looked at Black and said without looking back, "Ivan."

"Ok?"

"If I die like my father in the future..." Harry said, "Don't beat me up, I mean if, if I have children at that time, I hope you can be my godfather, just like Ta What Mr Shi did to me."

"Are you sure?" Ivan asked back, "I feel like you forgot one thing, Hermione's temper..."

"Eh..." Harry gasped, how could he have forgotten this, "Then I'd better live."

Afterwards, the two laughed loudly, and then fell silent together, staring at the two men kneeling on the ground for a long time.

The centaurs around seemed to feel something, and began to sing a very desolate and ancient ballad,

Junot walked towards Ivan with serious steps, and offered a small bottle containing a silver liquid with both hands, "Dear descendants of the prophets, this is the memory of the prey, I think you should need this."

Aiwen nodded, and took the small bottle over. It has to be said that habit is really a powerful existence. For example, he has gradually become accustomed to the respect that centaurs have for him.

"Harry, Ivan, I'm ready." At this moment, Black stood up from the ground and looked at Ivan, "Let's go, tomorrow we have to go to the Ministry of Magic to accept the so-called trial."

"Okay." Ivan nodded, and after saying goodbye to Junot, he took Pettigrew's body and walked out with the others. Although he could borrow the centaur's foot power, it was obviously half-right Sagittarius disrespect, so let's go.

"The star that symbolizes evil is beginning to shine again, Junnot." A centaur named Firenze walked to Junot's side.

"In contrast, Jupiter is also ascending, isn't it?" Junot looked back at Firenze, "No matter when, as long as we follow in the footsteps of the prophets, it will never be wrong, but you , Firenze, the Prophet has reappeared, and the people who followed him will also reappear in the world, will you continue to stand on the side of the wizard?"

Firenze was silent, looking up at the sky.

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(End of this chapter)