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Peter Pettigrew hugged his right leg, Snape didn't give him time to breathe, and the tip of the wand emitted green light. "Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Ahhhh!!!" Peter Pettigrew twisted his body and rolled on the ground in pain.

"You deserve to die!" Snape barely controlled his reason and did not issue a second forbidden curse. Harry still needed him, he couldn't be taken away by the Ministry of Magic.

He was going to kill him with poison, the most painful death process in the world.

Lilith guarded the door and watched Snape rummaging through the potions like crazy. There was a dull pain in his heart, look, how much he loved the dead Lily.

Finally Snape stopped, holding a bottle filled with red liquid in his hand, and slowly walked towards Peter Pettigrew.

"Don't come here, Snape. I don't want to die!" Peter Pettigrew crawled on the ground, his tortured eyeballs bulging and bloodshot. The throat makes a roaring sound like a bellows.

"You don't want to die?" Snape's fingers holding the potion turned white. "When I first reported the whistleblower, did I ever think about whether Lily wanted to die?"

"I've thought about it, but it doesn't matter." Peter Pettigrew answered Snape's words uncontrollably. "As long as I live, I can live a good life. Just die. Anyway, I don't think they are such good friends of mine."

The corners of Snape's eyes were reddish and slightly watery, and his breathing was slightly rapid. "You, you are such a beast." She said, opening his mouth and about to forcefully drink the potion into him.

"Stop, Snape." The door opened suddenly, revealing Dumbledore's figure. He had been paying attention to Lilith's movements, and when he noticed that Lilith took Peter to Snape's cellar, he realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, one step too late and Peter Pettigrew would have died.

Dumbledore used the wandless weapon Expelliarmus, and the potion bottle in Snape's hand fell out of his hand and fell to the ground. The scarlet liquid fell to the ground and white smoke rose.

"Why?" Snape looked at Dumbledore, his greasy hair flying up and falling on his dry lips.

"Snape, calm down, he still has uses." Dumbledore helped Snape, who was holding Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to have seen his savior, and hurriedly crawled behind Dumbledore with his lame leg. "Save me, save me."

Dumbledore was also a little disgusted and pulled back the corner of his robe. (Grindelwald, who was far away in Nurmengard, put down the cup in his hand. What! It’s worthy of touching Albus’s robe!)

"Severus, Harry needs a godfather. A godfather who belongs to the wizarding world and loves him." Dumbledore.

"..." Snape stared at Peter Pettigrew and sighed. "Contact the Ministry of Magic and take him away as soon as possible. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

Although I think that stupid dog is a bit unreliable, it is true that he is Harry's godfather.

Dumbledore casts a spell to incapacitate Peter Pettigrew. Then take him away.

Lilith saw the complicated look Dumbledore gave her before he left.

"So, don't you have anything to say to me?" Snape said expressionlessly as he held the Death Eater mark on his arm. He believed that Lilith heard what Peter Pettigrew just said.

"My hands are dirty." Lilith walked towards him.

Snape smiled bitterly, he knew it. People like him will never be loved by others. He should rot in the mud and spend his life atone for his sins.

The next second, Lilith grabbed his hand and pulled out the white handkerchief. Wiping Snape's hand that had touched Peter Pettigrew. Palm, fingertips, one stick, two sticks, three sticks...

Snape felt a little itchy and his fingers curled up slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at the serious-looking little girl in front of him.

Today, her hair was combed up, revealing her white neck, with a silver-green hairband falling on her shoulders. The lowered eyes and long eyelashes cast a shadow on the pink cheeks under the dim light.

Her moist lips were pursed, looking a little well-behaved. It didn't look like he had just crushed the rat's leg viciously.