Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ron trembled, and the memories of the past month, which should have disappeared, passed through a slide in his mind.

He remembers what he did after Peter the dwarf, a man broke into the professor's office late at night, searched for a living map, wrote to Lucius Malfoy, plotted a despicable plot, accused the innocent Professor Lupin in front of all the students at school, and told Snape where Sirius Black was...

He thought he was doing all the right things, though under Peter Pettigrew's control, but he never tried to resist.

Because he knows he's saving Harry, Ivan, Hermione and everyone. He's a hero!

But now it doesn't look like that at all.

He is not a hero, but an irrevocable loser, an accomplice in the murder of Harry's parents.

Ron's eyes grew clearer and he couldn't believe what he had done.

He actually helped Peter the dwarf, helped a murderer who had surrendered to Voldemort and killed Harry's parents, betrayed Harry, Ivan and Hermione, failed his friends to trust him, framed Professor Lupin, and framed Sirius Black...

Ron shook, looking at Ivan, Harry and Hermione in the eye, and it was full of fear, disappointment and disbelief.

Ron was heartbroken, he knew he was an asshole, and he had to find a way to make it all right.

Peter Pettigrew was slowly approaching the castle gate with Ron, asking Blake, Ivan, Harry and Hermione to all stay put.

He was delighted to discover that he had actually passed through the gate, that the magic that had prevented him from passing through the strange barrier had not appeared, and that he had been able to feel the fresh, cold air outside the castle.

The sky was completely dimmed and the bright full moon climbed into the sky.

Under the moonlight, Peter Pettigrew controlled Ron, who crossed the field outside the castle and walked towards the forbidden forest not far away.

In the distance, Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Blake's figure grew blurred and gradually disappeared into the great outlines of the castle.

Peter Pettigrew so excited to see himself getting closer to the forbidden forest that he finally escaped.

The next second, just when he thought he was going to succeed.

Ron suddenly resisted violently, holding Peter Pettigrew tightly short of a finger's right hand, struggling with all his strength to grab his wand.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Ron resisted Peter the dwarf, crying out loud, "I'm sorry, Harry! I'm sorry, Evan! Sorry, Hermione! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you. I shouldn't have trusted you. Look what I've done..."

Ron cried so hard, crying so sad.

Upon hearing Ron's voice, Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Blake were all stunned, and they were delighted to discover that Ron had recovered and that he had successfully resisted the control of the Soul Snatcher by virtue of his will. They rushed to grab the wand on the ground and rushed towards Ron outside the castle and Peter the dwarf.

“Damn, damn, what are you doing?!” Peter Peter Pettigrew screaming and he did not understand why Ron had broken free of his control.

He quickly recited the spell and was ready to regain control of Ron.

But Peter Peter Pettigrew surprised to find that the soul-snatching spell had failed, that his magic had no control over Ron, and that the boy in front of him had successfully resisted the soul-snatching spell by virtue of his powerful willpower.

This is impossible. This is incredible.

“No!” Peter Pettigrew couldn't believe Ron could do that.

Is this Ron again?

Is this still the same humble, cowardly boy who resembles himself?

Is this still the loser, mediocre, full of jealousy and resentment towards his friends?

Peter Pettigrew doesn't understand what happened to Ron. He doesn't understand!

With the help of a force born from the depths of the heart, Ron's will is stronger than ever.

This is the power of friendship, Peter Pettigrew, who treats his friend as an exchange of interests, a pathetic traitor who will never understand that.

Ron broke free of the soul curse and beat Peter Pettigrew!

Now, of the six people in front of the gates of Hogwarts Castle, only Peter is the only loser.

“Come on, Harry! Come on, Evan! I got him!” Ron's eyes were red, he grabbed the dwarf star Peter's right hand with the wand and cried out, “Leave me alone, hurry up and attack him, you can't let this guy get away! ”

“No, don't blame me!” Peter Peter Pettigrew, his voice hoarse and powerless.

He tried to get out of Ron's control, but Ron was like crazy, ignoring all the injuries he had suffered, holding onto him with his hands tight.

Peter Pettigrew in panic as he watched four people, Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Blake, getting closer and closer.

Since Ron can't be controlled, at least let the boy stop moving.

Not until Peter Pettigrew succeeded, an animal who didn't know what it was, suddenly passed under his feet and tripped him.

Bang!

Peter Pettigrew and Ron fell heavily on the ground and splashed a lot of dust.

Peter the dwarf raised his head a few inches in surprise and saw an animal drilling into the grass next to him, familiarizing him with it, trying to see what it was, but the sweat blurred his eyes and the black, thin, agile figure flashed past.

In distant skies, temperatures at night are exceptionally cold and getting colder, and temperatures are dropping at a rapid rate.

Peter the dwarf then sees clearly, is the Dementor, at least two hundred of them attracted by Ron's shouts, and they glide towards them around the Hogwarts Wall with their black clumps, smothering cold.

The cold sensation permeated his five viscera and the fog began to blur his gaze.

The Dementors are getting closer and closer, and these guys are coming from all sides of the darkness, and they're ready to surround him.

“No, don't!” Peter the dwarf muttered powerlessly, trembling uncontrollably from top to bottom.

He was very, very scared. He was scared!

Once again, he thought of what Ivan and himself had said, and these Dementors were here to catch him, and they were sucking their souls away!

Peter the dwarf has lost sight of the struggling Ron in his arms and can no longer control the boy, watching the nearer Blake, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and the distant encirclement of the Dementor, who instinctively wants to escape!

There's so much going on tonight that it's completely out of his grasp.

He didn't want to be delayed for a moment. He suddenly found himself too weak, too cowardly, too humble. He was not prepared to execute this failed conspiracy. He did not have the courage to remain here!

He's going to look for the Dark Demon King, and he's going to hide behind the strong, just like before...

For the weak, hiding behind the strong is the wisest option.