Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"Pre-Flashback Curse." Dumbledore took out his wand and lightly touched Sirius's wand, and in an instant, a pale green shadow emerged from it.

"The Death Curse..." Dumbledore frowned and murmured softly.

"So, Peter Pettigrew's wand..."

A dazzling red light accompanied by sparks illuminated the faces of the two Sisleys.

"Explosive spell."

"And it's a mutant blasting curse," Dumbledore added.

"Are you trying to say that Peter Pettigrew was accidentally blown up by his own wand?" Sisley said with a raised eyebrow.

"No, Peter Pettigrew may not have been very outstanding during school, but his magic level is definitely not low, and he would never blow himself up until there is only one finger left." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Doubtful, do you have any guesses, Sisley?"

"Peter Pettigrew was not good enough and accidentally blew himself up. As for Sirius Black's series of death curses, Peter Pettigrew dodged them all."

"The second one is that Peter Pettigrew subconsciously used the Explosive Curse at the moment he was about to be killed by the Death Curse released by Sirius Black. Perhaps it was a dying struggle, or it was self-commitment."

"Or... he used the blasting spell to hide his identity, cut off his finger and escaped, blaming Sirius Black for everything at the scene..."

"It stands to reason that this level of blaming can only slow down Sirius Black, but the Ministry of Magic... tsk tsk tsk." Sisley shook his head.

"The question now is... how did he leave the scene? There was no Apparition or spatial fluctuations of the Portkey at that time, and there were no traces of transfiguration on the ground."

"What I know about him...he doesn't know how to use long-distance magic like illusion."

"Where did Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew have their final duel?" Sisley suddenly asked.

"Let me think about it...a Muggle street, Brave Street in the Twist City. There is a landmark building there, a statue. Sirius Black forced Peter Pettigrew to the edge, and they dueled there." Dumbledore said after recalling for a while.

"I've never been there... so I had to take a taxi." Sisley sighed and disappeared into a burst of white mist.

Sisley walked out of the secluded and dark alley. The avenue seemed much deserted compared to the daytime.

He raised his hand casually on the roadside, and not long after, a taxi came speeding up, and it swung its tail and stopped in front of Sisley.

"Hello, oh, I remember you, we meet again!" The short-haired driver looked at Sisley and said after pondering for a moment.

"Haha...hehe..." Sisley rolled his eyes vaguely, looked up and looked around the empty street, sat in the back seat as if resigned to his fate, fastened his seat belt and then said: "Where is the Street of Braves?" A statue, where to go, drive slowly.”

"Of course, you are the guest, you have the final say!" As he said this, the man stepped on the accelerator and felt a familiar push on his back.

"Oh...beautiful." Heath closed his eyes as if he had given up on treatment. Within about five minutes, Sisley shakily got out of the car and found a bench next to an abstract statue and sat down slowly. Come down.

"The Street of Braves...the statue should be here." Sisley rubbed his head and stood up slowly.

The street is not big. A dark red C-shaped building blocks most of the street. There is only a small passage in the middle of the building for walking.

In the center of the C-shaped building is the abstract statue, surrounded by some shops. All in all, it is still prosperous, although now there are only three people left including Sisley.

One of the other two men was wearing a long trench coat, with a pale face and naturally curly hair, and the other had a resolute face, with a cane beside him, and was sitting on another bench talking quietly about something.

"Sirius Black pushed Peter Pettigrew to the edge, which means he can't even run away... The C-shaped open space is obviously not impossible to run away. You can even play King Qin's Column with this statue..." Sisley looked around at the statue in the center and murmured.

"Forcing Peter Pettigrew to the edge, this tunnel was narrow enough...Sirius Black forced Peter Pettigrew into this tunnel, and Peter Pettigrew detonated it...How did he escape? He was bombed There is only a severed finger left, but the thing is unscathed, that is, those fools will believe..." Sisley walked into the corridor and murmured unconsciously.

"If you are investigating a terrorist attack here 13 years ago, your reasoning is good. The explosion was indeed in that corridor." At this time, a voice spoke very fast but with unusually clear enunciation. shouted from behind Sly.

"You know?" Sisley looked back at the owner of the voice, the man wearing a long windbreaker with naturally curly hair.

"Yes, I know, smart little gentleman..."

"That case was very bizarre. There was a huge explosion, and only one person survived in the corridor. It is said that he is the murderer, but there is one doubt."

"The murderer didn't appear in the public eye after that, until a month ago, the name appeared, Sirius Black!" the man with wild hair said excitedly.

"I have no interest in Sirius Black. Since you know, another person named Peter Pettigrew was said to have been killed by Sirius Black, but I always feel..." Sisley pondered for a moment and said.

"Indeed, there is this name in the list of victims, Peter Pettigrew. It is said that only one of his severed fingers was left at that time, but that is all a lie to fools. For such a big man, there is only one finger left, haha, 999 Those trash!" The curly-haired man did not hide the disdain in his tone.

"Then how do you think Peter Pettigrew escaped?" Sisley asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not interested in knowing, but when I reviewed it, his position should be on the left side of the corridor, close to the center. Theoretically, there is no way to escape. There is only a sewer manhole cover around it as an exit. Ha, it's as big as a bottle. Exit...unless he can turn into a mouse and escape..."

"Become a mouse..." Sisley suddenly fell silent.

"What's wrong with you?" the curly-haired man asked.

"Ha...it's okay. How could someone turn into a mouse? I'm not interested in this anymore. If you have time, just keep waiting for Sirius Black. He'll go back to sleep." Sisley responded. Come here, and after finishing speaking, walk towards the distance.