Chapter 123 Peter's Death



The wand is shiny black.

Blackthorn, dragon heartstring core, eleven and a third inches.

Very well maintained by previous owner.

There are just a few fresh teeth marks that mar its appearance.

Peter shivered, his hands went limp, and his wand fell into the snow.

"Don't be like this, you are a Gryffindor after all." Harry looked at him with a cold expression and no fluctuation in his tone, "You are a dark wizard who has killed dozens of people after all."

Peter threw himself on the snow, howling and begging Harry.

"It's no use pretending." Harry frowned, his tone becoming impatient. "Who else can you hide this from except Sirius?"

There were tears on Haozi's face and in his eyes. He repeated the words of regretful apology, but there was no trace of remorse anywhere on his body.

His breath was like sticky swamp mud, with an extremely sickening smell.

He took out the amulet.

It was shaking violently, and the buzzing sound even drowned out the wind and snow.

"Look up and look at me," Harry snapped.

Peter looked up subconsciously.

"If you can't even hide your malice, why bother pretending?" Harry said in a calm tone, "Many people say that my face looks like my father, James Potter."

"Then just treat me as him."

"You betrayed your friend and killed him with someone else's hands. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Is it better to kill your betrayed friend with your own hands?"

Harry paused and said, "I promise you, only I, Uncle Lupin, Godfather, and even Hermione and Ron will not get involved."

Peter picked up his wand and struggled to stand up. He stared at the man in front of him with resentment and hatred in his eyes.

"Potter, I know you have some skills." Peter took a deep breath and arched his back out of habit, "But you will regret it. This is different from dealing with magical creatures and sparring with professors."

"You're not a magical creature?" Harry sneered. "A magical bald rat that can turn into a human."

Peter gritted his teeth.

Harry walked over to Hermione and handed her his wand: "Hermione, lend me your wand."

Hermione was stunned, pulled out her wand and handed it to Harry with a puzzled look on her face.

"I won't bully you." Harry looked at Peter's hand, "That's not your wand, and I don't know how to use mine."

Hermione's wand was also well cared for.

Vine wood, dragon heartstring, slightly shorter than Harry's own wand, ten and three-quarters inches.

When Harry held it in his hand, it wafted its scent around him with great joy.

The wind and snow were howling, scraping at the trees like sharp knives, making the dead branches rustle.

Lupin and the others stepped aside.

Crookshanks and the others also quieted down.

There are two small black dots in the vast white.

Crunch, crunch—

Harry stepped on the snow, walked to Peter, and pulled out the sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat: "Do you remember the etiquette of dueling?"

Peter bent down and bowed.

"Alder!"

Harry raised his hand, and a sweep of magic hit, snow flew everywhere, and Peter staggered and fell. He stepped forward, raised one hand, and put a layer of Quin on himself with the force of thunder, and nailed down with the sword in the other hand.

"Etiquette is for people."

"There is no such thing between us."

He lowered his voice and growled it in a low voice, spitting out the words from his throat.

The sword must draw blood.

Peter was only a mouse after all, and he shrank and twisted himself back into Animamagus, barely dodging the sword. In the blink of an eye he turned back into human form, raised his wand, and pointed it at Harry's chest.

Harry kicked him hard in the kidney.

He whined, unable to utter the spell.

Another sword stabbed down!

"Thunder explosion!"

The air surged, Quinn flashed with golden light, pushed Harry back, and Peter dived into the snow.

A few whooshes——

The robe turned into a metallic vine and pierced Peter's calf mercilessly. Blood gushed out, dyeing the white red, accompanied by a miserable scream.

The vine pulled, pulled Peter's body, and dragged him back.

Crunch, crunch! Suddenly, from under the snow, a group of mice appeared, with bloody mouths that were almost half the size of their bodies, and rushed towards Harry in a crowd.

"Alder!"

The seal was cast, and the mouse flew backwards, rolling up snow and dirt. Harry pulled the vine again, and the other end was light and weightless.

Rats were running all over the ground.

Harry spotted him immediately after a quick glance, waved his wand, and his robes formed a prison that fell from the sky and smashed down heavily.

The mouse was startled, twisted back into human form, and waved its hand.

The prison cell was blown up, but immediately afterwards, another prison cell was built below.

Peter struggled and fled in the snow.

He also wanted to fight back, but Harry's fighting rhythm was like a storm. This little wizard was even stronger than Ron and than the little lions described.

His physical strength, magic power, and mental will were all consumed very quickly.

If you continue like this, you will die!

You will really die!

Peter's eyes were filled with fear. This thought had tormented him for thirteen years, like a rope tied around his neck. Every year, it became tighter, making it more and more difficult for him to breathe.

And now...

The ropes were finally choking his breathing completely.

Are you waiting to die?

Peter raised his wand, gathering his magic power. He was going to cast the spell, the spell that would allow him to fake his own death and escape, thus surviving.

call out--

The vines swung over, hitting his hand and knocking his wand down.

The magic power had no way to vent and disappeared silently in his hands.

Peter stared at the wand falling and stuck into the snow, but he did nothing. With a plop, he knelt on the ground.

"You are weak." Harry looked at him with a cold tone, "I am disappointed."

"My father and mother died because of someone like you."

"I thought you would be strong, I thought you would be ambitious, I thought you would be cruel..."

At this point, Harry paused, took a step forward, and the mouse couldn't help shivering.

"But what did you show me?"

Harry's tone was complicated.

"Weak, cowardly, and evasive."

"It's ridiculous that my parents would die because of you."

“That’s ridiculous.”

Peter raised his head, said nothing, and still looked at Harry pleadingly.

The badge no longer vibrates.

Harry walked over slowly, raised the sword, and swung it down with all his strength. The sharp blade cut off his head, and the whole head fell to the ground with a gurgle.

The blood fountain spurted high.

The cold wind was still biting, blowing like a knife, the ground was covered with white, and there were two small red figures.

This wasn't the first time Harry had killed someone.

But this was the first time he killed someone, and he felt empty inside.

revenge?

Is it that simple?

"Harry." Sirius rolled over to Harry's side, tripping over his left foot and falling in front of him, his face also covered in blood. "It's okay."

"Peter is a scum. He is not a human being at all."

"He's finally dead!"

Harry turned around and shook his head: "Godfather, don't comfort me, I'm fine."

"I just..."

"There was no real sense of revenge, Peter just died like that."

Hermione stood beside Lupin and tilted her head, her nose feeling a little sour. As Harry's closest friends, she and Ron could see more of Harry's expressions than ordinary people.

But no matter when or where.

Harry has always been the mature and powerful "little lion king".

But now?

He finally looked like a thirteen-year-old child with confusion on his face. No one matures for no reason. The happier the child, the more innocent he is.

Hermione tightened her grip on her wand.

"Dumbledore might wish to see a living Peter." Lupin stared at the head of his former friend and sighed.

Harry shook his head and waved his wand, causing the bag that had previously contained Peter to fly over.

Bodies and heads flew in.

"Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all," he said softly, "He is not Black, nor Lupin, nor Potter."

"Let's go find him..."

He didn't finish the last sentence.

In the distance, a sad chill came over me.

There was also the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Black!" came Scrimgeour's voice. He trotted over, gritting his teeth, and there was even a hint of surprise in his voice.

A group of Aurors followed behind him.

And there was a group of Dementors who were some distance away from the Aurors, but as dark as a cloud.

"Their noses are really sensitive!" Sirius clenched his fists and was about to turn into a black dog when Lupin grabbed him.

The head of the Auror office lost his hat while running and saw the floor in a mess, with traces of various transfiguration spells, fighting, and blood all over the floor.

My heart skipped a beat and I looked at Harry: "Potter, are you okay?"

"I don't know when you went blind." Harry shook his head and greeted him.

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief. He was used to this kind of greeting. He turned to look at Sirius: "So Black was subdued by you? Thank God, Harry, you are really excellent. Then he..."

Harry waved his wand, and the blood-stained wand that had been stuck in the snow flew into Sirius's hands.

Scrimgeour saw this scene, but he was a little slow to react. His brain was idle for a while before he spoke in panic, "Potter, what are you doing?"

"This is Blake, the murderer of your parents!"

Harry raised his hand and touched Sirius's waist.

But he lowered his head and accepted Scrimgeour's words.

Lupin sighed.

Hermione couldn't bear to watch, and Ron knew it. He had to at least speak up and defend himself before Harry could tell him about Peter.

"Dean Scrimgeour, shall we take Sirius to the headmaster's office now? I think we can sit down and talk slowly." Harry also sighed and said softly.

very good……

He understood one thing: Sirius and Dumbledore were the opposite of each other and he could not be trusted at all in important matters.

"We can, but Black can't." Scrimgeour shook his head. "He will be taken back to Azkaban. The Ministry of Magic needs to give an explanation to the wizards as soon as possible."

Harry's tone was serious and firm: "Dean Scrimgeour, I think there are many things you need to know again."


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