94 Diagon Alley

Are you, Sirius," Lupin said.

Blake approached Lupin and the struggling rat, his wet eyes suddenly burning on his face.

Lupin held Scabbers in one hand and his wand in the other, glowing blue and white. For a moment Scabbers hung in the air, his little black body writhing frantically—Ron yelled—and the rat fell off to the floor. Another dazzling flash, and then—it was like a quick shot of a tree growing. A head appeared on the ground; limbs stretched out; after a while, a man stood where Scabbers had been, wringing his hands cringingly. Crookshanks growled contemptuously on the bed, the hairs on his back standing on end.

The wretched man first denied it, and then he could no longer make excuses when the facts proved it, so he simply knelt on the ground and begged for mercy everywhere. He first begged old friends Sirius and Lupin to let him go, then turned back to begging Ron—as his kind master—to save him.

But Ron stared at Peter Pettigrew with extreme disgust. "He used to sleep in my bed!" said Ron.

Then he reached out and grabbed Gwen and Hermione by the corners of his robe, "Good girl.. smart girl.. you won't let them.. help me.."

Hermione took the robe out of Peter Pettigrew's clutching hands. She stepped back to the wall, looking scared. Gwen only felt nauseated. They were friends, Harry's parents trusted him, and the rat-like wizard had betrayed them for an unseen advantage. He not only caused a couple to lose their names, a baby lost their parents, an innocent man spent twelve years in prison surrounded by dementors, and another friend experienced the pain of friendship betrayal for more than ten years.

Gwen kicked his dirty hand away, "Don't beg me, if it's not about me, I'd really like to use a whip to kill you."

Even Snape, who was lying down, had hellish anger in his eyes. He seemed to be about to break free from the shackles of the curse and slashed the real traitor with one knife at a time.

"You betrayed Lily and James to Voldemort," said Black, also shaking, "did you deny it?"

Gwen noticed Snape shudder as well.

"You don't understand!" Peter Pettigrew lamented, "He'll kill me, Sirius!"

"Then you're damned!" Black yelled. "Better to be dead than to betray a friend, I wouldn't betray James and Lily even if I died!"

"You should understand," said Lupin calmly, "if Voldemort didn't kill you, we would. Goodbye, Peter."

"No!" Harry yelled. He ran forward and stood in front of Peter Pettigrew, facing the two wands. "You can't kill him," he said, breathless. "You can't."

Both Black and Lupin were shocked.

"Harry, this gangster cost you your parents," Black snarled, "this filthy, servile fellow sees you die with no mercy. You heard him say If so, his own stinky skin is more important than your whole family's life."

This time, even Snape once again showed his hatred for Harry, like seeing a stupid and innocent five-year-old expecting to use love to influence the enemy.

"I see," Harry panted, "we'll take him to the castle. We'll give him to the Dementors. He can go to Azkaban..just Don't kill him."

"Harry!" gasped Peter Pettigrew, wrapping his arms around Harry's knees. "You—thank you.. it's a favor to me.. thank you..."

"Let go of me," said Harry scornfully, shaking Peter Pettigrew's hand in disgust, "I didn't do it for you. I did it because I don't think my dad would like it His best friend kills - especially someone like you."

"I'm going to tie him up," Lupin said, "nothing else. I swear."

Harry stepped aside. This time it was Lupin's wand that shot the tape. After a while, Peter Pettigrew was tied up, stuffed in his mouth, and writhing on the floor.

"But if you transform, Peter," growled Black, his own wand pointed at Peter Pettigrew, "we'll kill you. Do you agree, Harry?" Harry looked down He nodded at the poor thing on the floor so Peter Pettigrew could see too.

"What about Professor Snape?" Hermione asked in a low voice, looking down at Snape's prostrate body.

"He's no big deal," Lupin said, bending down to look at Snape's clenched face, "Thanks to Miss Ollivander's restraining spell. Perhaps the best thing to do is to wait until we arrive at the castle safely, Miss, Professor Snape will be the most important witness to this event."

Gwen hesitated for a moment, although she also felt that if she let go of this bat-like man now, she would suffer terrible revenge, but—“Professor Lupin, are you sure that Professor Snape is willing to testify? He looks like he could swallow us all alive."

"Certainly," said Professor Lupin cheerfully, and he seemed even more delighted by it, muttering "Transfiguration," as if invisible ropes were tied around Snape's wrists, neck and On his knees, he was pulled into a standing position, his head still unpleasantly bowed. Like a grotesque puppet. His feet were inches off the ground, tugging softly. Lupin picked up the Invisibility Cloak and put it properly in his pocket.

"Miss Ollivander, I think you can take care of the Potions Professor."

Gwen didn't dare to look at Snape's savage, shameful eyes, and could only hold the professor with the hand with the wand and the mouse cage with the other.

She also complained to Hermione, "Why on earth did you let me bring the mouse cage, I see Lupin and Black take that traitor seriously."

Hermione also looked puzzled, but she seemed to have thought of something and did not answer Gwen's question.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Part 2)

Gwen has never been with a bunch of weird people like she is now. Crookshanks and the dog led down the stairs, with Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Ron following, looking like runners in a six-legged race. Behind them was Professor Snape, and Gwen pointing his wand at him. Harry and Hermione followed last.

"Do you know what that means?" Black asked Harry suddenly, as they made their way slowly down the tunnel, "hand in Peter Pettigrew"

"You're free," said Harry.

"Yeah..." said Sirius, "but I also—I don't know if anyone told you—I'm your godfather."

"Yes, I know." Harry said.

"Your parents appointed me as your guardian," Blake said stiffly. "If they have any misfortune..."

"Sure. If you'd like to live with your aunt and uncle, I'd understand," Black said, "but - think about it - once I've got my reputation back, if you want For a... a different home..."

Gwen seemed to hear happy explosions and colorful mushroom clouds in Harry's head.

"What—live with you" he said, bumping his head against a protruding stone at the top of the tunnel. "Leave the Dursleys?"

"Of course, I don't think you would," Black said quickly, "I understand, I just think I would..."

"Are you crazy?" Harry said, his voice hoarse, just like Blake's. "Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Do you have a house when can I move in?"

Blake's thin face showed a real smile for the first time, Gwen had never seen him smile like that before. The difference in the smile was amazing, as if someone ten years younger than him was beaming at Harry through that hunger mask.

He may have been a handsome, likable wizard once upon a time. Gwen summed up secretly. Otherwise, it is a scourge of a country and a city.

They didn't speak again until they reached the end of the tunnel. The dog was the first to rush up, apparently pressing its paw on the knot of the tree, for they did not hear any wild swaying of the branches as they climbed up, and the dog gave Crook a triumphant look. Mountain asks for praise. Gwen couldn't bear to look at his dog-licking look.

It was dark on the ground now, the only light coming from lights in the castle windows in the distance. They set off without saying a word. Peter Pettigrew was still gasping and sometimes whimpering. Gwen's brain was buzzing, Sirius was actually a good guy, and the real murderer was the long overdue Peter Pettigrew. Harry was going to live with his godfather, and she thought of her parents. She had just kicked Professor Snape and put a binding spell on him, and he was now floating in humiliation. Really dizzying.

They walked across the field in silence. The lights from the castle slowly dimmed. Then, a cloud floated away. A blurry shadow suddenly appeared on the ground. The group was bathed in moonlight. Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Ron and others suddenly stopped and collided with Snape. Blake froze. He stretched out his arm, motioning Harry and Hermione to stop. Harry could see Lupin's silhouette in profile. He became stiff. Then his limbs began to tremble.

"Oh my God—" Hermione gasped, "he's not on his meds tonight! He's not safe!"

"Run," Black whispered. "Run! Right now!" But they couldn't run. Ron was handcuffed with Peter Pettigrew and Lupin.

Harry jumps forward, but Black