The day to become the final boss

Be James.Potter confessed that when Snape temporarily replaced the secret keeper, Snape's eyes were so gloomy that he would burn the half of the portrait he was in the next moment. Lily looked helpless, and she called: "Merlin, this stupid How did you come up with the idea?"

Old Potter scratched his messy hair like a bird's nest, and muttered two vague words—he couldn't say that it was Sirius who instigated him back then.He's dead, Sirius is still alive, if he tells the story, then he'll bet that the vengeful Snape will get rid of Peter in secret, and let the dementors bring Sirius back to the damned Ah Zkaban.

Snape stared sullenly at the old Potter's portrait for a while.

He threw the struggling rat to the floor, raised his wand and cast an anti-Animagus spell while the rat screamed in pain.

I saw the gray mouse's body slowly inflated like an inflated balloon, and a bald man with messy, dull gray hair appeared there. He twisted his body, and his ragged clothes scraped on the floor. I don't know if it was because of pain. Still struggling in vain.

From time to time, his small, watery eyes looked towards the door that was close at hand, filled with despair.

Old Potter stared at the bald man, his hands resting on the frame, his face extremely distorted, and he muttered nervously, "Peter, Peter, oh, I miss you so much, you traitor! How dare you! I've been thinking about killing you all these years!! Killing you!—”

The chatter turned into a growl as his anger mounted.

Peter.Pedilu tilted his head, years of Animagus had made his appearance very similar to that of a mouse.The rope was tied too tightly, and he couldn't even control the simple movement of tilting his head. He tried hard to look at the old Potter who was cursing him madly, shaking all over.

"Coward Peter, Voldemort's lackey, why did I believe you—? How did you get into Gryffindor, a filthy bastard like you, and I treat you, a shameless traitor, as a buddy—"

"Potter!—" Peter screamed suddenly.

James.Potter put his face against the edge of the picture frame, panting like a beast, and Lily turned pale.

"You scold James!" screamed the wretched and filthy Peter, "I'm a coward? The Dark Lord caught me, they tortured me in ways you can't imagine, and I didn't even betray you—" He looked like a mouse His face looked displeased, tangled and complicated, and there was a trace of regret and anger in his watery eyes besides fear and despair.

"But you betrayed me! Liar, are you showing your bravery, begging forgiveness? Don't you!" James said.Potter growled, pounding hard on the invisible boundary of the portrait, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to eat people.

"They caught my parents!" Howled Peter, wriggling on the ground with difficulty, curled up, tears streaming from his small eyes, "They chopped off my father's four fingers and ears, Eviscerate my poor mother!"

Potter fell silent suddenly, Lily put her hand over her mouth, and Snape looked sullen and expressionless.The only sounds in the room were Potter's panting and Peter's weeping.

Peter was indeed a shameless betrayer, but James.Potter never thought about the reason for his betrayal.

"My parents suffered for keeping my secrets, but what about you—what do you call me? Wormtail, Wormtail! Always!" he hissed, his low sobs turning into wails. cry. "I don't want to betray, and I don't want to kill, but I have to live!! For my parents!"

Sometimes, betrayal is also a kind of courage.So even being a traitor, Peter.Pedillo was still a Gryffindor.

"But these are not an excuse for you to destroy a street and kill 12 Muggles." Snape's deep voice sounded, "Also, you have something to do with Little Potter's sudden disappearance?"

"I have no choice, the Order of the Phoenix can't tolerate me anymore, I just wanted to be a mouse obediently staying in the Weasleys' house and being forgotten by the world until I died of old age - but the servant of the Dark Lord found me, he was stronger than before, Stronger than Dumbledore - he's hardly a wizard -"

"Stupefy. (faintly)" Snape's words fell, and Peter fell silent.The man in the black robe floated Peter who was limp on the ground, and when he turned his head, another wand appeared in his left hand, using the same method to support the sleeping savior. "I'm taking them to Dumbledore."

"Merlin, when did you have two wands, Severus?" Lily stared in surprise at Snape's hand, watching him hide his wand under his baggy robes.You must know that there are not many wizards who have two wands. Usually, the only people who need to use the second wand are those who do shady things behind the scenes.

"Honey, I told you that Snape is unreliable." Old Potter said bitterly, still angry about Peter.

Snape paused, and then he said slowly "—when? I think—it must have been eleven years old, I got a second one at Ollivander's wand shop in Diagon Alley, the so-called Fits wands best."

Lily opened her mouth wide, so the legal wand recorded by the Ministry of Magic is the second one?

Potter's face turned pale. As a deadly enemy, he asked how miserable Snape was before he went to school. It was impossible for Snape's witch mother, who made her son grow up like a Muggle, to give him a wand.Then, the one who gave him the first wand would only be that lord——Merlin, had they met so early?

Snape went straight to the headmaster's office from the Gryffindor lounge—fortunately, all the students were in class at this time, and the headmaster's office was very close, otherwise the two people floating around would definitely attract a large number of young wizards to watch. Even Gwarz's most terrifying professors couldn't stop their burning curiosity.

Snape stuffed Peter and little Potter into the elevator behind the stone monster, came to the headmaster's office, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked inside.

"Severus. Snape."

The wooden door carved in the shape of a lion eagle's head opened, Dumbledore was writing something at the desk, and the strangely shaped silverware in the office was still spraying mist and spinning.He didn't even look up. "Severus, any news from Mr. Malfoy?"

"No." Snape's voice was flat, "but I found Potter."

Dumbledore raised his head abruptly, and then saw little Potter lying flat at the feet of the black-robed professor and a man in ragged clothes who was tied up.

"This is?" Dumbledore immediately put down the quill in his hand. He checked the little Potter's condition and found that he was just asleep, then turned over the dirty man.

"...Peter Pedirou?" Dumbledore paused for a few seconds before finally recognizing him. "Didn't he be blown to pieces by Black?"

"Many people lost their bones in the last war, but it wasn't him." Snape gave Peter a sideways look, and loathing and complexity faintly surged in his obsidian eyes. "This 'hero' who died resisting the minions of the Dark Lord, has served as a pet mouse in the Weasley family for more than ten years."

Dumbledore narrowed his blue eyes, his brain was running wildly, and he instantly understood, "So Peter was the one who betrayed back then, and Sirius Black was wronged?"

"Believe me, I would prefer that the traitor is Black. Merlin knows how much I want to kill him with my own hands!" Snape twisted an ugly smirk, and suddenly found that the enemy he had hated for more than ten years had changed his target. I'm not in a good mood.And while there wasn't a single good thing in the quartet, it was Black that Snape hated the most.

Then Dumbledore woke up the savior and confirmed that it was Peter, Ron's mouse "Scabbets", who took him away with the Portkey. After slashing his face severely and removing a large amount of blood, the collar clip that had been clipped to his collar suddenly flashed, and he was taken back to the Gryffindor lounge.

That collar clip suddenly appeared on his bedside last year.Because it looked like a lively lion cub, Harry, who had never had a similar small item at his aunt's house, kept it in the cabinet after asking his roommates and confirming that it did not belong to any of them.Until the portrait couple told him that this beautiful little thing was a portkey—a magical item that could save lives at a critical moment, the savior kept it clipped on his collar.

Little Potter was very grateful to the cheerful portrait couple. Although Ms. Portrait was always saying good things for Snape and forcing herself to address him as "Professor", they kindly reminded him that it was a fact that they saved him.

Well, although he didn't want to admit it, it was true that Snape saved him again - just like what he heard from Quirrell in the first year, Snape... the professor seemed to be really protecting him?

Little Potter looked anxiously at the serious and mean Potions Professor, he twitched the corner of his mouth, as if everyone owed him favors.

The Potions Professor noticed his gaze, and his knife-like gaze swept over him, with mockery and disdain vaguely in the dark and empty eyes.

Harry immediately turned his eyes to Dumbledore - he would not say thank you to the old bat who looked down on him with that look, at most he would save a few words in Potions class - if Snape's sarcasm was not so impressive Difficult to accept.

Dumbledore immediately contacted Connelly, Minister of Magic?Fuji, he originally planned to write to Fuji, telling him about the dementors attacking the students today, and asking him to withdraw some of the dementors.Now his reason is even stronger - Sirius.Black is not the criminal, the real criminal has been caught, and the dementor should return to Azkaban immediately.

Of course, if Black was declared innocent, he would undoubtedly be playing the Ministry of Magic's mouth.When Fuji saw Peter, the first thing he thought of was to protect the face of the Ministry of Magic.He demands that Peter be handed over to the Ministry of Magic, but the Dementors won't evacuate - on the grounds that Black hasn't been found and they need to find him to reopen the case.

It's a pity that he didn't hide it well enough. Even little Potter could smell the conspiracy from his panic-stricken eyeballs-the honorable Minister for Magic must secretly instruct the dementor to give Black a disgusting kiss directly.

Little Potter immediately realized that the minister was definitely not as smart as he seemed - at least when Dumbledore or Snape wanted to hide something, others would never see what he was thinking.

At this time, Dumbledore's strength took effect, and he asked Snape to bring Veritaserum and the magic image recording crystal.

"Oh no, you have no right to do that." The chunky Minister for Magic tried to stop them by touching his ugly striped round cap. "It's up to the Ministry of Magic and the jury to decide."

"Connelly, I think you still remember that I am the chief wizard of the Wizengamot?" Dumbledore raised his jaw slightly, his sharp blue eyes stared at him sternly through crescent-shaped lenses, and his tall and thin body blocked Fudge.

Snape sneered.

In the end, the scene of Peter's confession of crimes under the truth potion was recorded by the magic crystal, and Fudge cursed something under his breath in annoyance, and disappeared into the fireplace with Peter.

After dealing with these matters, Snape returned to the cellar.Except for the Potions class in the fourth grade that was temporarily changed to self-study, he still had three classes to attend.

When it was time for dinner, Dumbledore announced in the Great Hall that the Ministry of Magic temporarily decided to withdraw the Dementors to Azkaban, and the little wizards burst into loud cheers and danced.

"Sit down, children—don't mess up your tables so you can't continue eating." The old headmaster pressed down his dry hands slightly amidst the cheers, and his silver beard trembled on his chest.

When Snape returned to the Potions Master's office, he saw an unexpected man, Sirius.black.

He was shaking all over and was skinny.His long hair was tangled like algae, his clothes were ragged, his upper body smelled strange, and he was huddled in a dark corner under a bottle filled with some kind of magical creature's huge eyeball.

Moers sat at his desk drinking tea, Ferrigas filled his teacup, and Fluffy blinked at him with his large purple eyes.

"Aha... this is really... a surprise——" Snape's low and silky tone contained irresistible distortion and sarcasm, his dark eyes looked down at the dirty figure, and disgust surged inside.

Hearing the familiar voice, Blake trembled, and looked at the source of the sound with his eyeballs that were almost out of their sockets. His dull eyes stared blankly at the man in black in front of him for several seconds, and suddenly reacted, he shrieked. Shouting "Snotty-!"

Wan Mo's white fingers flicked in the air, and Black's withered mouth was suddenly pulled tightly by an invisible force like a zipper. He could only cover his mouth and let out an inexplicable whine.

"Where did you pick him up?" Snape asked sullenly, as if accusing his partner of picking up the rubbish.

"Among the dementors—didn't I pick them up, dear, it's Fluffy. He's interested in humans who can turn into dogs—I can throw him back anytime you want."

"You can also get dozens of dementors as a gift." Ferriges hugged the teapot and smiled strangely on the table.

"Hey." The sea urchin agreed.

"Animagus?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

Blake shrunk his body even tighter, the word dementor had completely driven out his remaining sanity.

The Potions Professor was silent for a moment, "Of course I am very happy to do this, there is nothing more pleasant than seeing Black being kissed by a dementor—" he said slowly and maliciously, poor Black almost Shrink yourself to a very small handful.

"But I thought, now I should do something else."

He went to the fireplace and threw a handful of powder into it.

"Oh, what's the matter, Severus?" Dumbledore's head appeared in the green flames.

"I think you should come over, Mr. Headmaster—because I have a filthy stray dog ​​in my house."

Sirius.It never occurred to Black that he would still be able to stand here.

The skinny man had washed up, lost his long, tangled hair, and put on clean clothes.He and Dumbledore were standing in front of a dirty, messy house with filthy windows.

This is No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the old house of the Black family.

Dumbledore has already made a copy of the contents of the magic record crystal and submitted a complaint to the Ministry of Magic to retry the case. Since he was besieged by dementors, Dumbledore suggested that he go to Black's old house to hide before the trial Well, although the old house is dilapidated, some protections are still functioning - as long as the blood of the Black family is not severed.

Watching his former home stretch out between the two houses, Sirius had mixed feelings.

No one knew, not even his closest friend - Sirius.Blake was never a natural sunflower.

He is very rebellious, but his surname is Black - the blood of the dark wizard has long been branded in his blood like a brand.

Years ago, when old Black knew he liked being close to little Potter, he hadn't stopped him, but had had a long, serious talk with him the night before school started.

"Sirius, although you have always acted like you are not a qualified heir to Black, but now I want you to make a choice—"

"There seems to be something wrong with the Duke of Darkness supported by our family. I doubt whether he can win in the end—"

"The noble Black family almost gave their all to support that person, but I discussed with your mother that one of you and Regulus must not be assigned to Slytherin. In this regard, you are more suitable than my brother—"

"If that person wins, you are Black's eternal traitor, and life and death have nothing to do with the family. If he loses, you are the only bloodline continuator of Black—you have to swear to keep the secret forever until death—for Black forever "!"

"—I swear, Father. I will take this secret to my grave, for Black forever!"

Sirius opened the door and walked in.In the hall, the wallpaper was chipped and peeling, the floor was thick with dust, the dirty curtains were riddled with moth holes, the chandeliers and chandelier were covered with cobwebs, and the portrait of an old lady on the wall was The sound of the door opening woke me up.

"Siris—" She widened her eyes and stared at her eldest son, her face full of disbelief, her lips quivered and squirmed twice, but she immediately spotted Dumbledore who was accompanying him.

The old lady's face was instantly grim: "Siris! You shameless bastard—!

The author has something to say: Regarding the Black family, to be honest, for an ancient aristocrat, Slytherin who has a good mind for generations would actually make the mistake of "putting all his eggs in one basket". Whether Black is a real sunflower or a black-hearted bun has some brains, I have already mentioned it before——Writing about Malfoy (∩_∩), I hate the big dog for betraying the family=