Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Clean moonlight climbs through the windows into the Gryffindor Tower Public Lounge.

Where the moonlight does not shine, a small figure is hiding beneath the chair, Cersei trembling.

Peter Pettigrew frightened and hung his hands, breathing almost up and down.

For twelve years, something he had been afraid of had finally happened. His best friend, Sirius Black, escaped from Azkaban, and he broke into Hogwarts, just moments before, and there was even a wall between them.

Peter understood that he had betrayed the Potters to Voldemort, that Blake had come to avenge himself, and that he wanted to kill himself.

He instinctively tried to escape, but didn't know where to hide. He knew Blake too well. Since he knew he was still alive, he would never stop.

Even if there were hundreds of Dementors here, even if Hogwarts was turned upside down, Blake wouldn't back down and he wouldn't stop until he caught himself again. This is Sirius Black, a true Griffindor, a monster who never knew what fear and cowardice were.

Maybe another fake death, just like 12 years ago.

This idea just appeared in Peter's mind and was rejected by him.

This is not the Muggle Street twelve years ago, and he's not just facing Black this time.

This is Hogwarts, and the castle is home to Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, Harry, son of James and Lily, and this young man named Evan Mason, each of whom is smarter, stronger, and more courageous than himself.

It's so hard and hard to fool these people like Sirius Black!

Besides, where can I go when I get out of here?

Those who are still alive will not be spared the sound of the wind, and the Dark Lord did not fail until he heard his whistleblowing.

Until now, Peter doesn't understand, why would someone strong enough not to mention his name be defeated by a baby? He doesn't understand, he obviously chose the strong side, so why is this happening now?

It all seemed to go back to the dot, back to when I first started school 20 years ago.

Peter the Little Dwarf remembered his entrance ceremony, the slim and small he trembled toward the house cap, and he wore the hat, which was so big that he couldn't see underneath the stage.

He was too scared, as he had been since he was a child, he could do nothing, he was weak, not smart enough, he had no magical talent, he was afraid that he would be driven back by his hat, he was afraid to see his mother's disappointed eyes again.

“Difficult, very difficult!” The cap began to speak in his ear, "You are not a brave child, you do not have enough wisdom, unswerving mind, and reluctance to make a solid effort. Though pure blood is difficult to live in Slytherin, there is no quality required by Ravenclaw and Griffindor, even if mediocre, but your heart does not want to stay in the mediocre Hecky Patch, let me think about it, where should you go? ”

Yeah, where should I go?

Losing her father as a child depended on her mother. Despite her poor family, she did everything she could to buy her magic equipment. She had high hopes for herself and told her father's story every night before going to bed.

Peter remembers his mother's story, in which his father was a brave Griffindor, fearless, even if he was not the strongest, and not afraid, even in the face of someone who didn't even mention his name.

Peter could tell from his mother's tone that she was proud and proud of her father.

“Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, I want to go to Gryffindor, I want to have courage, I'm a brave man!” Peter shouted in his heart at the cap, "I want to change my cowardly self, I want to be a warrior like my father, I want to be respected, I can't let my mother down! ”

“Griffindor?!” The sound of the cap is slightly surprising, "you said you were going to Gryffindor, well, that may not be the best option, but I hope you find that courage buried deep down on the long road ahead. ”

Gryffindor! ”

Peter the dwarf star under the chair smiled happily, it was the most glorious moment of his life, and he seemed to hear the cap of the house shouting out his choice to everyone with a loud voice again, and he let the Buddha see his mother's satisfied eyes again.

But his smile quickly solidified, and the cap was right, he wasn't fit for Gryffindor, and all he got in this academy was laughter.

Everyone laughed at him for not being brave enough, Hogwarts education made him feel stressed, he found that there was no course he was good at, that the professors looked at his eyes with no emotions other than disappointment, and that he was getting farther and farther away from what his mother demanded of him.

He didn't find the courage in this college, and he found himself getting mediocre and inferior.

It can't go on like this anymore. He needs someone to help him.

Peter quickly discovered the target, Jameport, Sirius Black and Limeslupin were his top three of the year, and they were always in small groups, perhaps they needed a sidekick.

Yes, I can perfectly play this role.

Fortunately, they embraced themselves, Peter the dwarf once felt anticipation and happiness, and he thought he could be as good as them, no, at least become present and proud of his mother, right?!

For this presence and pride, Peter is willing to endure everything.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is part of this small group, friends of James, Sirius and Lupin.

But Peter Pettigrew himself to know that he was just a sidekick, that's all.

James sees him as an object who can flaunt his Quidditch gifts at any time, and his presence is just to better support Sirius' courage and fearlessness, and even that werewolf Lupin, he despises himself.

That's right, the three of them never considered themselves friends. At best, they were just companions, but more often than not, he was a squad that he could summon at will.

Weakness to humility, humility to negligibility, I'm afraid that's the idea of all.

Peter, however, was once satisfied that he did not want to be in the centre of the stage and to be visible to all.

Enough to satisfy him as long as there is a blind spot in the corner.

He may not have the courage to find his long-sought vision in this ancient institution, but he relies on other means to harvest the strength and honor he needs, albeit modestly, but at least not to disappoint his mother again.

There is no exclusion in the hope of courage and pursuit.

Seven years of Hogwarts' career has finally shown Peter that what he needs is not courage, but strength.

If his father ever had that power, he would die that way, and his life and that of his mother would not be so terrible.

Powerful power, that's what he's been looking for.

After graduation, three of his companions wanted to join the Phoenix Society against Voldemort, and Peter wanted to refuse because he was well aware of the power contrast between the two sides. But he dared not, he was accustomed to obeying the orders of three other members of the small group.

He dared not say no to his peers, but it also required great courage, something that he had never owned before. Moreover, he was afraid to disappoint his mother, who knew that she wished to join the Order.

Mother's expectations of herself kept Peter under pressure, but it wasn't until that moment that he realized that the stress had become a heavy burden that kept him breathless.

Peter the Little Dwarf remembers that time, when James, Sirius and Lupin were happy that they had defeated Voldemort's plot over and over again, he felt an extra cent of fear for it.

He can feel the wrath of the Dark Lord, and he can feel the hatred of the four of his own who don't even mention his name, which is like an endless nightmare.

Peter the dwarf can't see the benefits of continuing to fight Voldemort himself, even if he risked his life to do these things, but only James, Sirius and Lupin will always be honored.

Not to mention that Dumbledore is aging and his power is receding, while Voldemort is like the sky and his power and power are stronger every day than every day.

It is time to choose your loyal camp. For a weak person, it is most necessary to make a wise choice, not to do something dramatic.

He could not die as foolishly as his father did for Dumbledore, a foolish courage that had no meaning but to leave a heavy burden and grieving memories for his wife and children.

He chooses his destiny, he acquires powerful power.

The Dark Lord has promised him that, by unifying the magic world, he will gain power, power and status previously unimaginable.

Although the methods are different, with all this, the mother will be proud of herself again.

As for the guilt and self-reproach of betraying one's own companion, Peter has never felt this way.

In their eyes, they are just a follower, always.