Hogwarts: When the live Q&A goes live

Chapter 186 Going to see Fudge
"Yes."

After saying this word, Peter Pettigrew seemed to lose all the strength in his body.

The whole person fell limply to the ground.

And Snape laughed, smiling and returning to his previous expressionless state.

He used Occlumency on himself.

He completely suppressed his emotions in the deepest part of his brain, and added a few locks to it.

" Legilimency."

He swung his wand, pointing at Peter Pettigrew's head.

But unlike Veritaserum, Snape's Legilimency encountered extremely strong resistance when it invaded Pettigrew's brain.

In the end, his Legilimency failed.

He is very familiar with that kind of confrontation, that kind of strong resistance.

Voldemort must have put a lock on Pettigrew's brain, just to prevent Peter Pettigrew from being exposed during the most critical missions.

Plus Pettigrew must have learned Occlumency himself.

Now, the lock and Peter Pettigrew's Occlumency are their problems.

The testimony obtained by Veritaserum alone is not enough.

At least, Dumbledore thought so.

He also wanted to know what Pettigrew Peter had done before, the Death Eaters he had contacted, and Voldemort's orders to him.

and so……

"Let's take him back to Hogwarts first, our minister is coming soon."

Calculating the time, it is estimated that Fudge will soon be teleported to Hogwarts with Floo powder.

And those Aurors.

By the way, can't forget to ask Fudge to remove those dementors.

A bunch of dementors surrounded Hogwarts, people who didn't know thought it was Azkaban.

Pettigrew Peter was floated in mid-air by Professor Snape with the Levitation Charm and followed them to Hogwarts.

The footsteps of several people were very fast, and they were not far from Hogwarts.

It was only a short period of time before everyone arrived at the gate of Hogwarts.

Filch was standing there waiting for them to arrive.

The moment he saw Dumbledore, a smile brighter than a blooming flower instantly appeared on Filch's face.

"Professor Dumbledore, Minister of Magic Fudge is waiting for you in your office."

"I see, Argus."

Dumbledore is still more kind when facing other people.

"Later, I will ask you to close the school gate, in case some students sneak out at night."

"Don't worry, professor, all of this is on me. I will never let any student step out of Hogwarts."

Filch patted his chest and assured him very confidently.

His favorite thing is to send students who break the school rules at night to be chamber pots and solitary.

Now that he got the permission from Dumbledore, he can't wait to catch those night-walking students right away.

Then happily send them to clean the chamber pot.

Hearing Filch's confident words, Harry couldn't help but give him an extra look.

That originally gloomy face smiled strangely at this moment.

Harry rarely saw Filch laugh.

Most of the time he saw Filch was gloomy.

Unlike Professor Snape's gloomy expression, Filch's expression was more like catching a thief.

They were thieves, and he was the one who caught the thief.

Harry had already experienced this.

Every time he travels at night, what he is most careful about is being found by Filch.

That cautious look is really like being a thief.

Harry suddenly thought.

Perhaps, he should wear an invisibility cloak every time he goes out for a night swim.

Thoughts were still wandering, and Harry always felt like he was forgetting something.

But... what had he forgotten?

I really can't remember.

In the Screaming Shack, Hermione stood by the window and looked into the distance, her eyes full of worry.

"It'll be all right, you have to trust Harry."

Draco walked up to her and looked out the window at the dark sky.

Dark clouds once again obscured the great full moon, leaving no extra light.

Under such circumstances, Harry ran very far with Professor Lupine, Sirius Black and Professor Snape.

They couldn't see anything in the screaming shack.

I can only silently pray for them in my heart that Peter Pettigrew can be successfully captured.

"I know, and I trust Harry very much, too."

"At worst, there are Professor Lupine, Professor Snape, and Sirius."

Hermione glanced back at Draco subconsciously.

In the dark night, Draco's eyes were bright and clear inside.

"But you still seem very nervous, Miss Granger."

"Don't you think I'm a Mudblood, Mr. Malfoy, why cover yourself like that?"

"I apologize for my insults to you, Miss Granger. Words like Mudblood shouldn't be talked about, let alone appear."

Draco was serious and serious, and there was no previous frivolity in him.

Draco is more trustworthy now than ever.

"Blood is nothing compared to wisdom."

Hermione turned and looked at Draco seriously for the first time.

It was like meeting this person for the first time.

"You've changed so much, I can't even tell if what you're telling is the truth or a lie."

"Or it's just an excuse you use to confuse others."

When Hermione spoke, her expression became less sad and more serious.

"You will see, Miss Granger."

"Harry will see it too, and Weasley."

Draco's voice came from behind, and Hermione, whose back was turned to him, was still looking out the window.

She looked very, very far, until that line of darkness.

In this rather cold atmosphere, Draco stared out the window without changing his expression, and it took a while for Hermione's voice to come over.

"Then let me trust you, Draco."

After these words fell, a smile slowly appeared under Draco's serious expression.

So far, the last member of Harry's trio, Miss Granger, who represents the embodiment of knowledge and wisdom, also agrees with him.

Today is really a tortuous day, but the result is not bad.

If Hermione didn't agree with Draco, then Mr. Malfoy, not Draco, should have been the last to speak.

It was precisely because of this that Draco laughed when he noticed the change in address.

Draco, who was in a good mood, turned his eyes away and dealt with Hermione, now it's time to see what that Weasley was doing.

He turned around and found that Ron was still sitting where he was, looking up at the ceiling, mumbling to himself with absent-minded eyes.

Draco walked over and crouched down.

Ron continued to stare at the ceiling as if he hadn't seen him.

Perhaps in his opinion, the ceiling of the Shrieking Shack was prettier than Draco's face.

When he got closer, Draco heard what Ron was saying.

(End of this chapter)