Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Short, tiny.

But clinging to the flesh, it couldn't escape Harry's perception.

"As expected, it was always you." Harry laughed, but his eyes were very cold, and he turned to look at Lupine, "Professor, turn him back into a human."

Lupine held out his wand, aiming at him.

A burst of blue light spewed out and entangled the mouse. It immediately burst into a burst of brilliant light, twisting and expanding. With a sound of "boo", a human head emerged from the small torso, followed by limbs, and finally the body.

He was very short, even worse than Harry now.

Great British haircut, hair as thin as Ron's purse, and several bald patches, skin loose, wrinkled, and full of dirt—new, and accumulated over the years.

The nose is very pointed, with a cone-shaped ornament that is forced into it, and it is on the bridge of the nose. A pair of hazel eyes are wandering around.

Thirteen years of pet life made him almost assimilate into a mouse.

Arch your waist and hang your back, your hands twisted in front of your chest.

Cowardly, treacherous eyebrows.

"Hi, Remus, my dearest friend, long time no see." Peter shrank his head, his voice was very sharp, pretending to be fake enthusiasm without distinction, "and Harry!"

"My best friend's child, I have been watching you grow all these years, you are outstanding, even better than your father and mother."

Harry looked at him.

Nausea inside.

"Peter," Lupine said, looking at him coldly, wary of not putting down his wand, "Long time no see, I didn't expect you to be like this for so many years..."

Peter panicked and defended himself: "I'm just scared, I know he will definitely come back to me! Just like now!"

"You knew Sirius would escape from Azkaban?" Lupine demanded him.

Peter said anxiously, almost biting his tongue: "Of course, he knows the Animagus, and so do I. Of course I know he can."

"And he's black... the lackey of that mysterious man, maybe the mysterious man taught him some powerful spells."

Lupine opened his mouth and was about to continue asking.

Harry waved his hand and interrupted him: "Professor, there is no need to waste time like this."

Lupine froze.

"Axi!"

Harry was signed.

"Who was the person who revealed the address of Potter's old house to Voldemort?" Harry asked the most critical question in a hurry.

Peter was in a daze, his eyes were straight, and he even bit his tail subconsciously like a mouse: "It's me."

Lupine stared round, gripping his wand tightly.

"When did you start becoming Voldemort's lackey?" Peter's brain seemed to have been assimilated into a mouse, and he had been affected by the sign longer than Malfoy, Harry continued to ask.

Peter confessed honestly: "One year after graduation."

"One year?" Lupine raised his voice, "You have been the lackey of the mysterious man for a whole year?"

Peter's voice was numb: "James and Sirius have always looked down on me."

"Since when did they consider me a friend?"

Lupine looked a little unnatural, and turned his head aside.

Harry noticed.

Peter came back to his senses, regained his senses from the influence of Axi's seal, and looked at Harry in horror: "You...what did you do to me?"

"Ask some questions I care about." Harry's face was expressionless, and the amulet under his clothes vibrated violently. "I've confirmed some things I want to know."

Peter looked at Lupine, his tone was full of bewitching, he was just trembling and stammering, not very confident: "Remus, my dear Remus, we are the same, aren't we?"

"Potter and Black have been looking down on us!"

"You are a werewolf, you are a werewolf!"

He glanced at Harry several times as he said this.

"They have always distrusted you because of your status. They excluded you immediately when selecting a secret keeper. They didn't even let you live in Potter's old house for a long time."

Lupine gave him a disgusted look, said nothing, pointed his wand at him, and took two steps back.

Peter took a deep breath.

Knowing he couldn't convince Lupine, he threw himself at Harry.

Subconscious, really just subconscious.

Harry turned sideways and put his foot on Peter's back again, pinning him down.

"Harry, Harry!" Regardless of the pain, Peter struggled, "I'm your father's friend, and I'm your best friend Ron's pet."

"I'm just confused for a moment."

"I really didn't, I didn't want to, and I didn't hurt you."

"Look at me, in the thirteen years at the Weasleys' house, I haven't hurt a single person. Even last year, the Dark Lord, I mean, the mysterious man broke into Hogwarts, and I didn't come forward to help him!"

"Really, it's all true, Harry, and your father will forgive me, too."

Harry's face was expressionless, and he exerted force on his feet, which made Peter howl in pain.

"Yes, you have been very well-behaved these thirteen years, and you haven't hurt anyone else." Harry said softly.

Peter held back a cry of pain, as if catching a glimmer of hope.

Harry pulled the amulet out, and it vibrated violently like a motor: "But you still have malice towards me, you just don't dare to show it blatantly."

Peter held his breath, and the vibration of the amulet began to slow down, but it could not completely disappear.

"You can't even hide your malice now." Harry sneered, "Peter, do you think you can write off all the mistakes you made because you have been incognito for thirteen years?"

"You haven't hurt anyone now."

"What does it have to do with you killing my parents thirteen years ago?"

Peter was still struggling: "James, he will definitely forgive me."

"So what?" Harry stepped on him, his tone cold, "He is him, and I am me."

"He may be confused, and he will forgive you."

"But I'm sober now."

He let go of his foot, waved his wand, Peter flew up, with a mouse face in front of his eyes, Harry reached out to pinch Peter's cheeks, and pushed his mouth away.

The other hand fumbled inside the Sorting Hat, took out a bottle of potion, and poured it into his mouth abruptly.

"No, Harry, not yet!" Lupine took a slow step and grabbed Harry's arm, but he didn't expect a thirteen-year-old wizard to have such great strength. Instead, he was dragged back .

"It's not poison, it's the water of death." Harry threw Peter to the ground.

The mouse twitched, struggled a few times, and fell asleep.

Lupine sniffed him, reassuring that he was still healthy.

"I know I have to keep him and acquit Sirius Black." Harry stuffed the bottle back into the Sorting Hat, his tone and face showing a bit depressed.

Lupine patted him on the shoulder: "It's all over, Harry, at least it's all..."

Harry shook his head: "Don't comfort me."

"I was just thinking about a problem."

Lupine listened patiently. He didn't have much experience in comforting people, but he knew that it was best to be a listener at a time like this.

"Sirius is really so brainless?" Harry sighed, "I would rather spend thirteen years in Azkaban than open my mouth and speak out?"

Lupine was taken aback.

He was a little dumbfounded, his raised hand froze in mid-air, at a loss.

This kind of atmosphere, this situation, and emotions have all been paved here, and I am thinking about this kind of thing in my mind.

"Sirius, he did, uh...you get the point." Lupine stammered, that was all he could get out.

"I'm really worried." Harry said, although there was no worry on his face, "Sirius's head is empty, and the trolls may be smarter than him."

"Peter can be stupid, too."

"Your performance today is also somewhat..."

Lupine gritted his teeth: "That's your problem, Harry! Without a word, the ultimate fluorescent spell, which wizard would think of such a way!"

Harry was confident: "In a dark environment, strong light is the greatest harm. This is a truth that all three-year-old children understand."

Lupine was weak and waved his hands: "I thought you would use the Transformation Charm or the Petrification Charm."

"So I'm worried, are the four of you all idiots." Harry frowned.

Lupine clenched his fists: "I'm not Sirius, I just can't follow your train of thought."

"As for James..."

"James, um...just sometimes reckless and arrogant, he is still a smart person at heart."

Suddenly, Harry nodded, "I see." He waved his wand, and Peter floated up.

Lupine was taken aback, and followed the steps. He felt that Harry's "understand" and his expression might not mean the same thing.

"Do you want to hand him over to Dumbledore?" Lupine hesitated to speak, and finally did not continue the previous topic. "If he helps..."

Harry shook his head decisively: "No, not to Dumbledore."

Lupine was taken aback.

"Dumbledore is very reliable in critical moments." Harry explained, "but his brain is stuffed into Fudge, and it will be very cheap for him to hand Peter over to him."

"Is it just going to be imprisoned in Azkaban in the end?"

"I remember that there is no death penalty for wizards."

Lupine nodded heavily.

"Death penalty", as the cruelest method of execution, will not be imposed on human wizards. Only wizards like them...humanoids who are classified as "magic creatures" will receive this punishment.

No matter how despicable and heinous Peter was.

He is still human.

The Ministry of Magic would not give him the death penalty.

"The top priority is to find that brainless Sirius." Harry led the way with a calm tone.

Lupine reminded him: "Sirius is your godfather."

"Then find my mindless godfather." Harry followed suit and changed his words immediately.

Lupine was silent.

He reminded him so that he wanted Harry to change the prefix, but it seemed invalid.

When he reached the entrance of the secret passage, Harry stopped and threw Peter to the ground: "Professor, are you locking him up?"

Lupine agreed without any objection, and with a wave of his wand, he conjured a rope to tie it tightly, and conjured a sack to store him up.

going out.

Harry's tone became sincere, and he called to him: "Professor Lupine."

Lupine turned around, a little puzzled: "Huh?"

"I apologize to you on behalf of my father." Harry said softly, "Time has proved his suspicions wrong, you are a very reliable friend."

"He failed you."

Lupine's eyes and nose were sore, he blinked heavily, raised his head, walked over and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Don't say that, it's a special period, I can understand James."

"My identity is indeed..."

"He was able to trust me when he was a student, he also tried Animagus, and was willing to spend those years with me. He is already very good."