HP Magic Biography

Peter Pettigrew, is he still alive?

Although Fan Lin was not too impressed with the actions of the Ministry of Magic, the word Peter Pettigrew still irritated him somewhat.

That was the guy he took a lot of effort to catch back, and then he was imprisoned in Azkaban. Even if Bellatrix and others escaped from prison on a large scale last time, Peter Pettigrew did not escape from Azkaban. Ban left, Fan Lin once thought that Voldemort had completely given up on him as a servant, but this time...

Oh, yes. The Auror hesitated, Sirius Black told us not to let him die, but now it seems that this is a wrong decision.

This is indeed a wrong decision. Fan Lin shook his head, he really couldn't grasp what Sirius thought.

Perhaps because all the old friends from the past died one by one, Sirius felt that it was enough for Peter Pettigrew to stay in Azkaban honestly and hungry.

Or, let him live in pain?

Life in Azkaban was worse than death anyway, and with the Death Eaters gone, it still wasn't getting any better.

at the same time……

On a dirty little river far from London, the banks of the river were overgrown with weeds and littered with rubbish.

A gigantic chimney loomed dark and menacing, the remains of an abandoned mill.

There was no sound at all, except for the rustle of the small black river as it passed by, and a skinny fox stalking out, rummaging hopefully through the tall weeds for old packages of fried fish and chips .

Other than that, there was not the slightest sign of living life here. Suddenly, there was a faint popping sound from the river, and a slender, hooded figure stepped out of thin air.

The fox froze for a moment, staring at this unusual scene vigilantly. The man seemed to find his way for a while, and then walked over with brisk steps, his long cloak brushing against the weeds, making a rustling sound.

Then there was another bang, and another hooded figure appeared.

Wait for me! The fox curled up in the overgrown weeds, as if frightened by this piercing cry. Suddenly it jumped up from its hiding place and ran upstream.

At this moment, a flash of green light suddenly flashed, followed by a scream, and the fox fell to the ground dead. The second person went up and tiptoed the fox over.

Just a fox, said a dismissive female voice from under the hood. I thought it was an Auror—Cissy, wait for me! The man she was chasing had just glanced back at the flash of light, and continued to hurry towards the shore. Sissy - Narcissa - listen to me - The second woman grabbed the arm of the first woman, but she broke free again.

Go back, Bella!

You must listen to me!

I've heard it. I've made up my mind. Don't bother me!

Narcissa had climbed onto the bank, where the old railing separated the creek from a narrow cobbled road. Bella followed immediately. They stood side by side on the side of the road, looking across at the rows of crumbling brick houses, their windows dim and hidden in the darkness.

He lives here? Bellatrix asked contemptuously. Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the first of our kind to set foot in—

But Narcissa didn't listen to her at all; she had already slipped through a gap in the rusted guardrail and was hurrying to cross the road.

Sissy, wait! Bella followed closely, her robe fluttering slightly behind her, and she saw Narcissa pass through an alley between houses and turn into another almost identical alley.

Some of the street lights were out; two women were running through the dappled light and darkness. Bella finally caught up to Narcissa after another corner and this time she managed to grab Narcissa's arm and pull her around.

Sissy,

You can't do that, you can't trust him—

The Dark Lord trusted him, didn't he?

The Dark Lord...I believe...made a mistake, Bella gasped, her hooded eyes flickering when she saw no one else around.

Under no circumstances should we tell anyone else about this plan. It is a betrayal of the Dark Lord—

Let go of me, Bella! growled Narcissa, drawing a wand from under her cloak, pointing threateningly at the other man's face.

Bella just smiled.

Cissy, pointing at your own sister? You wouldn't—

There is nothing I dare not do! Narcissa took a deep breath, her voice sounded a little hysterical, she swung her wand down like a knife, and saw another flash of light, Bella let go as if she had been scalded her sister's hand.

Nacissa! But Narcissa had already rushed forward. Bella followed behind rubbing her palms, keeping a little distance this time, and they walked deeper and deeper into the maze-like brick house.

At last Narcissa came to a lane called Spider's Tail Lane, from which the chimney of the mill towered high, like a giant shaking his warning finger. Her footsteps echoed on the cobblestones, and after many windows that were boarded up or simply shattered, she reached the last room, a dim light that shone through the curtains of the rooms below.

This made Narcissa feel a little uneasy. In fact, she didn't know if this was the right choice, but Lucius... and the Dark Lord...

She knocked on the door as Bella came up behind her, cursing. They stood outside the door together, panting slightly, smelling the night wind from the river.

A few seconds later, they heard movement behind the door, which opened with a click. A lanky man with long black hair framing a sallow face with black eyes stared at them both. Narcissa pushed back her hood. She looked so pale that it shone in the darkness; her fair hair fell down her back, and she looked like a drowned man.

Narcissa! The man opened the door wider so that the light fell on the sisters. What a surprise.

Severus, she whispered nervously. Can I talk to you? It's urgent.

Of course. He let her into the room. And her older sister, still hooded, followed, though not invited.

Snape, she said curtly.

Bellatrix, he retorted, a slight sneer curling his lips, closing the door behind them. They walked straight into a small living room that felt like a hospital room. Several walls are filled with books, most bound in black or brown leather; a tacky sofa, an old-fashioned armchair and a rickety table sit together, cast by candle chandeliers on the roof. The dim light shrouded it. It feels like a forgotten corner, usually unoccupied.

Snape made Narcissa sit on the sofa. She took off her cloak and threw it aside, then sat down and stared at her pale, trembling hands on her knees. Bellatrix took off her hood much more slowly. Although her sister was beautiful, she was very... like a skeleton. She stood behind her sister, but kept her eyes fixed on Snape.

So, is there anything I can do? Snape asked, sitting in the armchair facing the two sisters.

There's no one else..., is there? Narcissa asked softly.

Of course not. Oh, Wormtail is here, and Lucius came out of the system, but we're talking about people, not bugs, right? He pointed his wand at a wall of books behind him, and there was a bang , a hidden door opened, and on the narrow stairs inside stood a transfixed figure.

As you discovered, Wormtail, we have guests, said Snape lazily. The man tiptoed down the last few steps, bowing his back. He has a pair of small watery eyes, a pointed nose, and an annoying smirk on his face, but all of these seem very raw, life in Azkaban...

If you want something to drink, Wormtail will be happy to oblige, said Snape. Then he'll be back in the bedroom. Wormtail stepped back as if Snape had thrown something at him.

Obviously, he was a little afraid of Snape, he was not the loyal Death Eater who completed the Dark Lord's mission, he was just a poor man who had just escaped from Azkaban...

Not long after, Wormtail brought a bottle of red wine, his hands were trembling, as if he hadn't fully recovered.

He knew the three people in front of him, even at Hogwarts, they were all classmates, but now...

Snape poured the blood-red wine into three glasses, and handed two of them to the sisters. Narcissa mumbled a thank you, but Bellatrix said nothing, still glaring at Snape.

It didn't seem to bother him, on the contrary, he looked quite happy.

Bless the Dark Lord, he said, lifting his glass and draining it. The two sisters followed his example. Snape filled them up again.

Narcissa said hurriedly as she drank her second glass of wine, Severus, I'm so sorry I'm so intrusive in calling on you, but I had to come to see you. I think you're the only one who can help me—

Snape raised his hand to stop her from continuing, and pointed his wand at the door leading to the stairs. With a loud bang and a scream, there was the sound of Wormtail hurrying upstairs.

Sorry, said Snape, he's been eavesdropping on doors lately, I don't know what he means by that... Where did you say that, Narcissa?

She took a shaky breath and continued preaching. Severus, I know I shouldn't be here, I can't tell anyone anything, but—

Then you should shut up! Bellatrix snarled. Especially in front of such a person!

The kind? Snape repeated sarcastically. So how should I understand, Bellatrix?

That's why I don't trust you, Snape, you know that very well. Narcissa let out a sound like a dry cry, and covered her face with her hands. Snape put his glass back on the table and sat back down again, his hands resting on the arms of his chair, smiling into Bellatrix's angry face.

Narcissa, I think we should hear what Bellatrix has to say so she doesn't keep interrupting us. Well, go ahead, Bellatrix, said Snape. . Why don't you trust me.

A hundred reasons! she said loudly, strode over from behind the sofa, and slammed the glass down on the table. Where to start! Where were you when the Dark Lord failed? Why didn't you try to find him when he disappeared? What have you been doing all these years under Dumbledore's protection? Why did you stop the Dark Lord? The Lord got the Philosopher's Stone? Why didn't you come right away the day the Dark Lord was reborn? Where were you a few weeks ago when we fought to bring back the Dark Lord's prophecy? And why, Snape , to keep Harry Potter alive at your mercy for the past five years?

She stopped, her chest heaving violently, her cheeks flushed. Behind her Narcissa sat unresponsive, her face still buried in her hands. Snape smiled slightly.

Before I answer you - oh yes, Bellatrix, I will answer you! You can pass on my words to those who whisper behind my back, the false rumors that I betrayed him Take it back to the Dark Lord. Before I could answer you, I said, let me ask you one more question. Do you really think the Dark Lord didn't ask me all these questions? Do you really think that if I hadn't given the order His satisfactory answer, will he still let me sit here and talk to you?

She hesitated. I know he trusts you, but—

You think he's wrong? Or have I fooled him? Think I've fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most skilled Legilimency man in the world?

Bellatrix said nothing, but looked a little embarrassed for the first time.

Stupid woman? But Severus didn't show the slightest expression on his face.

For Bellatrix, her loyalty to Voldemort is unquestionable, but this is also Bella's weakness. She believes in Voldemort unconditionally, because in her eyes, he is omnipotent.

Snape didn't dwell on it. He picked up his glass again, took a sip, and continued, You asked me where the Dark Lord went when he failed, and I'm right where he ordered me to be, Hogwarts, because he wanted I can spy on Albus Dumbledore. I thought you knew I was at my post by order of the Dark Lord.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, and was about to open her mouth to speak when Snape stopped her again.

You asked me why I didn't try to find him when he disappeared. The same reason as Avery, Jacques, the Carlos, Greyback, Lucius, he tilted his head slightly to Narcissa, and Many, many people, did not go to him. I believe he is finished. I am not happy, I was wrong, but... If he does not forgive those of us who once lost faith, there will be few of him left followers.

He has me! Bellatrix said passionately. I squatted in Azkaban for so many years for him.

Yes, indeed, it's admirable, Snape said in a dull tone. Of course, you're useless to him in prison, but it's certainly a nice gesture—

Pose! she screamed; looking mad with rage. I'm suffering from dementors, and you're still at Hogwarts, comfortably being Dumbledore's pet!

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