Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"What I want to announce today is good news." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "but today's protagonist is not me, an old man, but another person whom everyone did not expect."

"Oh, look, that's Cornelius Fudge, my father's immediate boss." Ron said in surprise while pointing to the stage with his mouth wide open.

"Why did he show up here?" Harry asked, his impression of this middle-aged man was not good at all. In addition to the official accents he was in the cauldron bar at the time and his own concealment, as the Minister of Magic, he also Let those dementors act as guards without restraint.

Of course, wanting to restrain is actually powerless.

To be honest, Harry would rather face the traitor he hated and betrayed his parents, Sirius Black, than fight the dementors who sneak in the dark, cheering despair and pain.

They always remind themselves of the past that has gradually blurred, but is extremely cruel and terrible.

Fudge was on stage at this time. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie, which made him look very formal. The purple pointed boots and dark green top hat matched his somewhat short body. Pulled his height back to a normal level, not so short.

"Oh, classmates, hello." Fudge looked at the students sitting in the audience and said.

"First I have to apologize to you." Fudge said sincerely, putting on a serious expression, and then quickly bowed deeply to the students off the court.

There was an uproar off the court.

"Gosh, did he take the wrong medicine?" Ron said to Harry in surprise.

"My dad often complains that Fudge ignores the feelings of his men." Ron continued to mutter to himself in wonder.

"I think so too." Harry agreed in a low voice. He still remembered Fudge's disgusting officialdom at the last meeting in the bar.

"Because of my mistake, it caused you serious troubles. I originally trusted the guards so much, but now I finally know that those things are unreliable." Fudge looked sad, then walked down the stage and found Gryffin. In that position, he held Harry's hand tightly, and he said, "They almost killed our hero-Harry Potter!"

"Harry, is your injury healed?" he asked with concern.

"Okay, okay." Harry uncomfortably wanted to get rid of Fudge's somewhat greasy palm, and he couldn't accept that people he didn't know were suddenly so affectionate to him.

"That's good." He seemed to heaved a sigh of relief, straightened his tie, and returned to the stage and said: "But fortunately, Principal Dumbledore helped me generously. The riots finally disappeared."

The audience was indifferent.

Obviously not buying his account.

The dementors have caused them a great deal of trouble, how can a few understatement make them relieved?

Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat that kept coming out of his head.

He remembered what the little guy had told him, as a politician, acting should become a talent and instinct, even if the audience in the audience looks lacking in interest, he still has to keep going.

He also understood these principles before, but after implementing them in practice, he suddenly discovered that there was a problem with his performance direction.

The Dementor's disposal method was indeed a big stab.

At least until now, they have made no new contributions other than adding chaos to themselves.

The boy from Malfoy also told him that his classmates often wrote to their parents complaining that the dementors had affected their studies and lives. If they fail at the end of the term, it is probably the Dementors’ fault.

Think about it, who are his classmates?Most of them are descendants of pure-blood families. The reason why I have not stepped down until now is precisely because there are still a few pure-blood families who need him in this position, and they continue to vigorously support him and help him a lot. Jin Jialong, reverse public opinion.

Otherwise, his reputation may not be much better than Black.

He remembered the conclusion drawn to him by the Daily Prophet—how long can the faint and incompetent lucky person sit in that position?

Therefore, this group of students is definitely the target they need to fight for. What they represent behind them is their parents, and even their families, who really can't make friends or offend them.

The decision he made the other day was indeed too hasty.

"Crack, click." The click of the magic camera came from the direction of the door, and occasionally brought some dazzling flashes. A tall and thin man in a dark gray robe was holding a camera in both hands. Keep pressing the shutter.

"I don't believe he would be willing to put himself in the newspaper in a low-pitched manner." Ron spoke again, and he had a very unfavorable attitude towards the man on stage.

"Look at it, he might have to do something weird again later." Ron said with a good mood.

Harry did not answer.

"Crookshanks, what's the matter with you?" Hermione suddenly felt a restlessness at Crookshanks on the soles of her feet. The fluffy fur of the big ginger cat that was snuggling on the soles of her feet suddenly exploded. There was a tingling pain in the calf, and anger was written on the flat face. It was about to pounce towards the front, but was picked up by Hermione in both hands and placed it on the table.

"Quiet, Crookshanks." Hermione said affectionately next to her pet. "Don't mess around. If you're hungry, I'll find you something to eat later. We're in a meeting now."

Then she began to stroke Crookshank's fur with her hand, straightening it out, and soothing its somewhat manic mood.

"I'm quite energetic now," Hermione thought.

"But!" Fudge said suddenly excited, "We got an incredible good news a few days ago." He showed a mysterious smile.

"Our hero, the winner of the Merlin First Class, Mr. Peter Pettigrew, did not die!"

"What." Lupin, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, stood up suddenly and stared at the front of the stage.

"Remus, my old friend!" A short man walked out slowly from behind Fudge, opened his hands and made a hug gesture, his small eyes filled with excitement tears, his head was Bald, but the remaining small part of gray hair is neatly combed. The costume is a well-kept pure black tuxedo. Of course, it is a bit funny on his stubby figure. The front is also covered with medals symbolizing honor.

In addition to the Merlin First Class Medal, other organizations have also rewarded him.

Lu Ping was a little excited. A good friend he thought he had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, but he instinctively felt something wrong.

"Where have you been in these twelve years?" Lupin asked suddenly, looking at him from top to bottom, letting his joy fade as much as possible.

"No, don't talk about that." Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly twisted sharply, waving his hand in pain.

At this moment, Moody, the crazy-eyed man in the audience, quickly stood up, rushed to the front of the stage, turned his horrible magic eye, and kept looking at the petite dwarf Peter in front of him.

"I didn't find the Imperius Curse, nor the effect of the compound decoction, and there is no magic in disguise." Moody said in his hoarse voice, then returned to his seat and sat down in silence before returning. Look like.

"Of course, he won't be fake, I know him very well," Lupin said loudly, "but he must tell me where he has been all these years."

"I have always been by your side." Peter Pettigrew said with a wry smile, gradually regaining his composure.

Snape stared gloomily at the scene of the "brothers" reunion before him, with a mocking smile from time to time.

Crookshanks' hard-working hair stood up again. It turned over its chubby body and stood up on the table, with apricot eyes staring at the little dwarf star Peter on the stage and snarled. Lost his sharp teeth.

"Oh, my goodness, Crookshanks, don't do that." Hermione hugged Crookshanks in her arms quickly, not letting it make a sound.

"Are you telling a joke?" Lupin's eyes became more suspicious, and his face became pale.

"Of course, I won't lie like some traitors." Peter Pettigrew said bitterly.

"Do you remember where I was when the news of my death was announced?" Peter asked.

"Of course, it was on a crowded street, Sirius, no, that traitor made an explosion. Kill you, and twelve Muggles!" Lupin said excitedly with his fists clenched, "Then Please tell me why you, who have been dead for more than ten years, are here today!"

"Because my memory has been restored." Peter tried his best to express his excitement.

"Memory?" Lupin repeated the word, and his doubtful eyes were instantly filled with confusion.

"Remember, I've never been smarter than you, you, James, and him, learning new things faster than us." Peter Pettigrew said with a look of remembrance, his eyes still kept moist.

"It would be nice if I could work harder." Peter Pettigrew continued to blame himself in pain, "So I can subdue him, and those innocent Muggles won't die." Pettigrew pointed to his head. Said: "Not only did he use that powerful explosive spell at the time, he even used the Heart Drilling spell on me before that."

There was a chill in the hearts of the teachers and some students present.

"I was rolling on the floor in pain, as if there were thousands of ants tearing my skin, even into my bone marrow... He told me to betray you too, so that person would let us have a way out."

"Stop talking." Lupin yelled and interrupted Peter Pettigrew's words. He couldn't bear to listen to the past: one of his best friends once cast such a cruel curse on his other, even without Shameful surrender.

Does he think everyone is as shameless as he is!

"Wormtail, do you remember?" Peter Pettigrew said tentatively.

"How could I forget?" Lupin's emotions became excited again.

"He would never think that the Animagus he and James helped me learn would actually allow me to escape in front of him." Peter Pettigrew continued to tell the students and teachers in front of him the most "real" at the time. Scene.

"At that time, there was a manhole cover not far from my side. Even though it was madly painful, I still noticed it. He was so proud at that time and smiled madly, as if he could be tortured by looking at me like that. I was greatly satisfied, but it also gave me a chance to escape."

"Maybe Merlin is blessing me." He said, "Under the terrible pain, I actually succeeded in casting that spell." Peter Pettigrew's eyes became more and more red, "But in the end he still reacted. Just after I jumped into the sewer, a huge wave of air and roar came from behind me, and I even heard the sharp and desperate cry of Muggles from onlookers."

"I was still knocked unconscious, and aftermath broke a finger of mine." Peter Pettigrew said as he raised his palm that was missing a finger."I don’t remember what happened afterwards. I knew what happened afterwards through Mr. Fudge. Soon Auror troops appeared on the scene and took him back to Azkaban. I escaped from him. A catastrophe."

"What then?" Lupin rushed directly, holding the disabled hand of Peter Pettigrew.

"Then I lost my memory." Peter Pettigrew also clenched Lupin's hand tightly."Pain is always harassing my nerves. When I learned of James' death, his betrayal, and physical torture, I was able to endure it with my own anger and meager will. The power of the curse, but when I escaped, the power of the curse madly burst into my body..."

Neville in the audience started to choke, thinking of his parents who had been mentally disturbed because of the drill curse.

The amnesia may be restored, but his parents' injuries are difficult to get better.

"Maybe good people are rewarded." He said, "I have forgotten a lot of things. I can't even cast the curse to restore my original form. I can only maintain my form."

"I relied on my instinct to walk aimlessly in the sewers of the city. Maybe sometimes I went back to the land again, maybe I went to the wilderness again, but I don’t know it myself... , I met a family of kind people."

"Maybe I was taken care of by them. I don't know when I have self-awareness again, but at the same time I am very thin. I feel like I am in my own body, but I can do nothing about my body. Watching my actions like a bystander, but by then I was already awake."

"I was taken in by the Weasleys," Peter Pettigrew said, and the little eyes looked at the Gryffindor table.

"Oh my God." Ron whispered in disbelief, and then as if hit by a petrification curse, he looked at Peter in a daze.