Chapter 125 Peter's Death (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 125 Peter's Death (First Update~Please Subscribe)

The wand is shiny black.

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

Well maintained by the previous owner.

Just a few new teeth marks, which damaged its appearance.

Peter shivered, his hand softened, and the wand fell and stuck into the snow.

"Don't do 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 with dozens of lives on your hands after all."

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

"Disguise is useless." Harry frowned, his tone became impatient, "Who else can you hide this from except Sirius?"

The mouse's face and eyes were full of tears. He recited the words of regretful apology, but there was no trace of regret anywhere on his body.

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

He took out the amulet.

It trembled violently, and the buzzing sound even covered the wind and snow.

"Look up and look at me." Harry said harshly.

Peter looked up subconsciously.

"You can't hide your malice, why do you have to continue pretending?" Harry calmed down, "Many people say that my face looks like my father, James Potter."

"Then just treat me as him."

"You betrayed your friend, but killed your friend by someone else's hand. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's better to kill the friend you betrayed by yourself?"

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

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

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

"Aren't you a magical animal?" Harry sneered, "A magical bald mouse that can turn into a human."

Peter gritted his teeth.

Harry walked 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 my wand."

Hermione's wand was also well maintained.

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

When Harry held it in his hand, it happily wrapped its breath around it.

The wind and snow whistled, scraping against the tree like a knife, shaking the dead branches and rustling.

Lupin and the others stepped aside.

Crookshanks and the others also quieted down.

Two small black dots in the white.

Crunch, crunch——

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

Peter bent down and bowed.

"Alder!"

Harry raised his hand, and the magic swept the impact, snow flew, and Peter staggered and fell. He stepped forward, raised one hand, put a layer of Quen on himself, the power of thunder, and nailed down with the sword in the other hand.

"Etiquette is for people."

"There is no such thing between us."

He suppressed his voice, roared in a low voice, and spit out this sentence from his throat.

The sword must see blood.

Peter was a mouse after all. He shrank his body and twisted back to Animagus, barely dodged the sword, and turned back to human form in the blink of an eye, raised his wand, and aimed at Harry's chest.

Harry kicked him and kicked him hard in the waist.

He wailed, unable to recite a spell.

Another sword stabbed down!

"Thunder Explosion!"

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

A few whooshes--

The robe turned into a metallic vine, stabbing Peter's calf fiercely, piercing through mercilessly, blood gushing out, dyeing the white red, accompanied by a miserable cry.

The vine pulled, pulling Peter's body, dragging him back.

Crackling, a group of rats suddenly appeared from the bottom of the snow, with bloody mouths that were almost half the size of their bodies, and they rushed towards Harry in a crowd.

"Alder!"

The seal was cast, and the rats 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 glance. He waved his wand, and his robes formed a prison, which fell from the sky and smashed down fiercely.

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

The prison was blown open, but then another prison was covered.

Peter struggled hard and fled in the snow.

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

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

If this goes on, he will die!

Really die!

Peter's eyes were full of panic. This thought tormented him for thirteen years, like a rope tied around his neck, tightening every year, making him more and more breathless.

And now...

The rope is finally going to completely curb his breathing.

Are you going to wait to die?

Peter raised his wand, gathering his magic power. He wanted to recite the spell, the spell that allowed him to fake his death and escape, and survive.

Whoosh——

The vines swung and hit his hand, knocking the wand down.

The magic power had no way to vent, and it disappeared silently in his hand.

Peter stared at the wand falling, staring at it sticking into the snow, but he did nothing else. 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 and took a step forward. The mouse couldn't help but shudder.

"But what did you show me?"

Harry's tone was complicated.

"Weak, cowardly, evasive."

"How ridiculous, my parents would die because of you."

"How ridiculous."

Peter raised his head, said nothing, and looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

The badge stopped vibrating.

Harry walked over slowly, raised his 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 splashed high.

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

This was not the first time Harry killed someone.

But this was the first time he killed someone, and he felt empty in his heart.

Revenge?

It's that simple?

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

"Peter, this scum, he is not a human being at all."

"He's finally dead!"

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

"I just..."

"There is no real sense of revenge, Peter just died like this."

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

But no matter when or what occasion.

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.

Hermione clenched the wand in her hand.

"Dumbledore might want to see a living Peter." Lupin stared at the head of his former friend, sighing.

Harry shook his head and waved his wand, and the bag that had contained Peter flew over.

The body and the head flew in.

"Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all," he whispered, "He's not Black, nor Lupin, nor Potter."

"Let's go, find him..."

The last sentence was not finished.

In the distance, a sad chill came.

There was also a burst of hurried footsteps.

"Black!" Scrimgeour's voice came, he trotted over, gritted his teeth, and there was even some surprise in his voice.

A group of Aurors followed behind.

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

"Their noses are really sensitive!" Sirius clenched his fists, and just as he was about to turn around and turn into a black dog, he was pulled by Lupin.

The Auror Office Director lost his hat and saw the mess on the ground, traces of various Transfiguration spells and spells, and blood on the ground.

His heart skipped a beat and he 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 good, then he..."

Harry waved his wand, and the blood-stained wand stuck in the snow flew into Sirius's hand.

Scrimgeour saw this scene, but he didn't react. His brain crashed. After a while, he said in panic: "Potter, what are you doing?"

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

Harry raised his hand and arched Sirius's waist.

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

Lupin sighed.

Hermione couldn't bear to look directly at it. Ron knew that he had to speak up and defend himself a few words now, so that Harry could tell about Peter.

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

Very good...

He understood a truth. Sirius and Dumbledore were the opposite. He was not reliable at all in major 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 the wizards an explanation as soon as possible."

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

This chapter is a bit tangled, and I don't feel very satisfied (although the Hardy Demon written by a book friend last night is really touching, but unfortunately it is not suitable for Harry now)

Tangled for a whole morning.

Now I will update once, and three updates will be updated together in the evening!

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