HP solves the mystery

Until November, Severus did not receive a letter from Lily, and Petunia did not attend the 100th day party of her sister's children, so her wish to introduce her boyfriend to them was in vain.

Severus was not too disappointed. If Harry was born on July 7st, Lily and the others should be hiding at the moment. In order to avoid causing trouble, some steps could be omitted.

"I heard that those women who gave birth in July were imprisoned by Voldemort. What do you think he wanted to do?"

"Who, who knows, I don't have good intentions anyway."

"Shhh, keep your voice down. If someone reports you, you will be rewarded."

"I said man, just kidding, hey, drink, drink!"

There was a mixed crowd in the Broken Ax Bar. Peter ordered a glass of cheap mead and sat in a dark corner eating scones. His ears were filled with the whispers of the children who were born in July according to the prophecy.

Several old women were drinking sherry, and one of them was smoking a long pipe. A short, fat, bald wizard was rubbing his head and chatting with the bar owner, but the conversation didn't seem very pleasant and almost started to quarrel.

Peter looked around while eating, waiting for the person who made the transaction.

The person was wearing a black robe, and the hood on his head covered most of his face, making it difficult to see his appearance. However, under the dim light, you could see a blue bird mark on the back of his left hand.

There were many wizards in the shop who were dressed the same as him, but they all turned a blind eye to him and drank in silence.

The wizard with the mark of the blue bird sat next to Peter and pressed his hand on the table to attract his attention.

Peter raised his head as if he was frightened. The corners of his mouth were stained with flour from the scones, and he looked a little stupid.

"What do you want from me?" The wizard's voice was clear and clear, and you could tell that he was a young man.

Peter wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, looked at the senior who worked at Universal after graduating from Ravenclaw, and debated whether to tell him that or not.

"You should call your boss," Peter thought for a while and said, "What I'm about to say is not something you can participate in."

The young wizard looked at the informal Peter and frowned. He was a little dissatisfied when he heard what he said. "I'm very busy, Peter. There are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with in the company. It's not easy for me to find time to see you." ”

Peter didn't even blink when he heard this and insisted on his statement.

"My matter is very important, and the money you offered before is not worth buying this news." He lowered his head and took a sip of mead, with a hint of greed in his watery eyes.

"What do you want?" the young wizard asked coldly.

"You have to pay more, and you have to arrange two letters of consent for me to immigrate to Australia." Peter put forward the conditions, thinking about the bright days in the future.

The young wizard's face looked a little sad, but he knew that Peter was one of the 'Troubleshooting Four' at Hogwarts and was acquainted with many members of the Order of the Phoenix. If he wanted to reveal important information, he had to agree to Peter's request. Require.

"Wait until I go back and report to my superiors." The young wizard said displeasedly, "Your information should be worth my trouble." After saying that, he stood up and left.

Peter hummed softly long after he left, staring at the mead in the glass, recalling a month ago in his mind.

One day in mid-October, Peter was taken to Potter Manor by Sirius.

Peter just learned the big news from Sirius, he actually wants to make himself the secret keeper!

Peter's face instantly turned red, thinking of the cruel methods of the Death Eaters, and he quickly waved his hand in refusal.

"No, I can't do it." He stuttered a little, "I'm not strong, and I'm too timid. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix knows that I... Lupine is even more powerful..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Hey, listen Peter. I have discussed it with James and you are the most suitable." Sirius patted Peter's shoulder and said seriously, "You are the most confusing. If...I mean if...you You can also turn into Wormtail, right?"

As for Lupine, he had considered it, but most werewolves had defected to Voldemort. Recently, Lupine had frequent contacts with those werewolf colonies, which made Sirius wonder whether Lupine had secretly defected to Voldemort, so he was not considered as the secret keeper.

Sirius would not tell Peter these things, otherwise there would be one more person to worry about.

"Oh, then, okay then." Peter was silent for a while and agreed hesitantly. Only he knew what was in his heart.

At this point, only James, Sirius and Peter knew about the change of secret keeper.

The memory ends and we return to the Broken Ax Bar.

Peter drank the mead in the glass in one gulp, stood up and left the dim bar. He didn't know if it was worth it.

Lupine, who was experiencing another full moon, shook his head and drank the wolfsbane potion that had been improved n times.

Life is like this, while reminiscing, it continues, never really wanting to stop.

After the eight-eyed spider disappeared in the Forbidden Forest, a large area was vacated. The bushes were covered with snow, and layers of white snow covered the centaur's thighs.

Baine the centaur was cruising the territory with Firenze, and when they passed the edge, they glanced at the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle.

"Bain, the castle is really lively, isn't it?" Firenze sighed, turned around and walked towards the territory.

Bain glanced at the sky melancholy, could it be less exciting? The stars are almost taking over the school.

Putting aside the centaur's worries for the time being, the basilisk went to play in the Forbidden Forest again.

In addition to entering the Hogwarts tunnel and taking a swim in its original shape, the Bowtruckle was fed small snacks to the Bowtruckle. During this period, the Bowtruckle heard that it had eaten roasted chestnuts, and made a fuss with it to find some sweet chestnut tree saplings. Fortunately, they can also eat sweet chestnuts grown in the Forbidden Forest.

In the end, this task naturally fell on Severus. He thought the Bowtruckle had a collecting habit, and he wanted to plant all kinds of trees in the Forbidden Forest.

Although he complained, he still asked Zhang Mingyuan to help buy saplings, and also brought in some other fruit trees and sent them to the Forbidden Forest.

As Christmas approaches, there are a lot of new graffiti on the street walls, and people are coming and going at flea markets, looking forward to searching for what they want on the stalls.

Young people with shaved heads and tattoos of crosses on their foreheads distributed leaflets in groups, complaining about the dangers of nuclear war.

The Prime Minister was pacing back and forth in the office at the moment, sweat dripping from his anxious forehead.

The shrewd and capable female secretary knocked on the door and told him that the new ambassador from the United States had arrived.

After hearing this, the Prime Minister straightened his expression, wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened his tie in the mirror, and then walked out with a smile.

Thanks to the terrorist hijacking incident in April, although the hijackers were personnel from the Iranian Embassy in the UK, other embassies were afraid of being implicated and accused the British government of inaction.

However, because the incident was broadcast all over the world by the BBC, although the rescuers were timely, the government's credibility was still affected.

The Prime Minister felt his head hurt even more, and he couldn't help but think of the people in the magical world. Why didn't he think of contacting them to solve the problem?

The Prime Minister sighed in annoyance and put on a fake smile to greet the newly dispatched ambassador from the United States.

Christmas passes quickly and the new year comes.

Severus watched TV with the Basilisk for a while, and came to the first day of 1981 in his sleep.

After Christmas, the subway started running again. Zhang Mingyuan regretfully returned the small car that had been enlarged with an enlargement spell and was normal in size on the outside and could seat ten people without being crowded inside, and started to drive his own five-seater car again. .

"You can open it if you want, as long as you don't damage it." Seeing that he was a little disappointed, Severus remembered what he had discussed with Andre, waved his hand and said, "Lease fifteen galleons a month to you."

The car with the enlargement charm on it belonged to Andre, who was currently teaching at Hogwarts, and left the car with Severus. It was a good idea to use it to make some extra money.

"Okay, I'll rent it for a year first, and I'll deliver it to you after the galleons." Zhang Mingyuan nodded readily. This car doesn't need oil, has a lot of space, and runs fast. It's suitable for a stingy person like him.

Voldemort just celebrated his 55th birthday a few days ago. For this reason, he returned to London and wandered for a while at the former site of the Wu's Orphanage where he had stayed as a child.

The alcoholic Mrs. Cole has long since passed away. Although the orphanage is still there, it is dilapidated and empty.

The boundless darkness of night casts a veil over Wu's Orphanage, as if it would disappear as long as one breathes a little heavier.

Voldemort returned to the manor with an inexplicable mood. The huge room was decorated luxuriously and elegantly, but it was eerily silent.

"Duoduo." Voldemort called softly and sat at the long square table, "Prepare a strawberry cake for me."

Duoduo responded and disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared a short time later, he held a beautiful strawberry cake in his hand.

Voldemort waved his hand and told Duoduo to retreat.

He picked up the strawberry with a fork, dipped it in some cream, and slowly put it into his mouth to chew.

The strawberries were sweet and so was the cream, but he was not one to be happy about eating a delicious cake, never had been.

Voldemort put the fork back on the table and stared at the strawberry cake quietly. He had lost too many things and it was difficult for him to experience many human emotions.

[Hiss, Tom, did you prepare this little cake for me? ] Nagini climbed out of the pile of blankets by the fireplace, and swam her long snake body to Voldemort's legs.

Voldemort did not answer, but Nagini happily ate it. In its memory, Tom would not eat anything sweet and greasy.

Voldemort's eyes were deep, and he stretched out his hand to touch Nagini's cold snake body, with a soft look in his eyes.

It's ridiculous to say that no matter when he was a child or after he became a powerful person, in addition to Nagini who stayed with him for a long time, even Abu, who was also his teacher and friend, was self-isolated in the manor because of dragon pox. He could talk. Even less.

Also, don’t expect a snake to offer comfort.

After Easter, Peter finally waited for a reply from the wizard with the mark of the Blue Bird, and the agreed place was still at the Broken Ax Bar.

In fact, according to the description of the 'Three Resisters' in the prophecy, except for the fact that the child was born on July 31st, Lily's family cannot be considered qualified people.

Peter was a peripheral member of the Order of the Phoenix. What he didn't know was that Lily and the others did not openly conflict with Voldemort, but privately they destroyed many of the Death Eaters' plans, and even Lucius was disgraced.

Moreover, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​specifically against Death Eaters, and they will also focus on these people, so it is still possible to make the prophecy more general.

"Sir, they agreed to your request, so you'd better pray that your information is worth the price." The young wizard took a sip of sherry with a hand bearing the mark of youth, a little envious of the fifty thousand that Peter was about to receive. Galleons.

Peter didn't speak, but pointed to the satchel on his waist, his meaning was obvious.

The young wizard handed Peter the satchel, which contained the contract and the immigration application form from the Ministry of Magic.

Peter nodded with satisfaction, followed him into the flying car, and drove towards the northeast of London.

When we arrived at our destination, we found a group of villas. From the guards at the door and the patrolling wizards, we could tell that the security here was tight. If we went to a certain house and placed some spells to block outsiders from eavesdropping, we could safely tell the deal. Information.

"It's like this... Godric's Hollow... Thirty-one days... Harry..." Peter stammered after drinking a bottle of whiskey, "Anyway, that's it. I'll tell you the rest after you give me the money." ." Except for the fact that he was the keeper of secrets, he told everything else.

Karkaroff touched his stubble-covered chin and thought, this person is suitable to join the Death Eaters, and he can also lurk in the Order of the Phoenix as an undercover agent!

"The price is negotiable, Peter Pedillo? Right? Mr. Pedillo." Karkaroff closed his bloodshot eyes and said coaxingly, "Do you want to earn more Galleons? Get Higher status and rights?" He thought of his colleagues who were learning cane making in Germany, with a hint of joy on his face.

Peter hesitated for a while, then slowly shook his head. He had a clear purpose for what he wanted, and too much involvement would be unsightly.

Karkaroff seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and smiled contemptuously.

"As long as your status is high enough, those who look down on you will eventually be trampled under your feet and look up to you." Karkaroff encouraged Peter to fall into the arms of the Death Eaters, and his words were so beautiful, "Join us , Peter, don’t you want your mother to live a prosperous and comfortable life?”

"You can continue to stay in the Order of the Phoenix and continue to provide us with information, and we will spend money to buy...reciprocal gifts in return...what do you think?"

Peter's heart was gradually shaken. Thinking of his mother's bent waist and wrinkles on her face due to exertion, he stretched out his right hand.

Karkaroff smiled and shook his hand, moving it up and down twice.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Pedillo."

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Peter licked his dry lips.

Three days later, in Voldemort's manor, Karkaroff took the compiled documents and placed them respectfully on the mahogany table.

"My lord, here is the list of babies born at the end of July," he said.

Voldemort nodded slightly and asked Dolohov to look at the files on the desktop.

Dolokhov flipped through it hastily, and when he saw the names belonging to pure-blood families, his mind, which was devoted to studying black magic, finally started to work.

"Lord, do you need me to kill them?" A rough voice squeezed out of Dolohov's throat, with a desire for blood.

Voldemort shook his head at him. If a prophecy appeared, there would naturally be a way to break the prophecy. If he really killed people, wouldn't he have fulfilled the prophecy?

"No, don't get involved in such trivial matters." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of coldness, "Dumbledore is our opponent."

Dolokhov and Karkarov nodded in unison. Seeing that Voldemort had no instructions, they stepped back respectfully. Only they knew what they were thinking.

Voldemort took the wand and played with it in his hand. Of course he had to keep the Child of Prophecy under his nose.