Hogwarts of a certain magic

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William imagined the picture:

Black was dying, trying to make senseless resistance.

William beat him like a defeated dog, and then took the opportunity to'carelessly', with a cutting curse, and cut him forever.

Can be regarded as revenge for being cheated during the summer vacation.

Then, William said lightly: Uh-huh, I have already understood the whole truth.

Black dog's body shook, endured the severe pain under the crotch, and bowed.

But before the fight started, the black dog skipped the beating step and lay down like a dog in the rain, pretending to die motionless.

The feeling is very similar. The car hasn't started yet, and the old man Pengci is already lying under the car.

Makes William very upset.

Not to start, not to start, and I want to kill Black.

But he didn't relax either. The current conclusions were based on the guesswork with Hermione, and there was no substantive evidence.

Is William really sure that Peter is still alive?No!

Blake must be innocent?Not necessarily!

So even without resisting, William still waved his wand.

The big black dog rises into the air, as if suspended in the middle of a spider web, with its four claws spread and its head fixed.

"Da Hei capture plan, complete!"

This line should have been said after beating Black handsomely and fatly...it's a pity, now there is no momentum.

The three of them walked through the rain curtain towards the cave.

After entering the cave, William flicked his wand and shot out a blue-white light.

The black dog immediately twisted and turned into a man in mid-air.

He was covered with dirty, tangled hair, hanging down to his elbows; if the eyes hidden in the deep and black eye sockets did not glow, he might be a corpse; the waxy skin was close to the skeleton of the face , Looks alive like a skull.

He bared his yellow teeth and grinned, like crying and laughing, crazy.

William and Hermione glanced at each other, and they at least confirmed the first guess: Big Black is really Black.

Although Annie was mentally prepared, she was still sad, she was really deceived.

Blake spread out his limbs and hung on the wall like a specimen, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, watching William slowly approach.

The tip of the wand pointed at Black's heart.

"Will you kill me, William?" He husky.

"Of course not, I want to give you to the dementor." William said softly.

"Grabbing Voldemort's successor-Death Eater Black, the three of us may also get the Merlin Medal.

This will be my second Merlin Medal."

"I'm very happy to be sent to Azkaban by you. I should be locked up in it for the rest of my life." He said quietly.

"But before that, you must know all the inside information..."

"All the inside information?" William tapped his magic wand, and the stones on the ground turned into three chairs.

The three sat down separately, William waved his magic wand again, and a plate of egg yolk cake and three cups of black tea appeared on the table.

He picked up the cup, took a sip of the hot black tea, went to the cold, and said gracefully:

"Let's talk about it, I like to hear stories the most, you'd better say something I don't know."

Blake's throat moved, his eyes fixed on the plate of meringue.

He begged: "Give me something..."

William squeezed the egg yolk pastry, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while before swallowing it.

"Hungry? After listening to your story, I will decide whether to give you a piece of egg yolk or a kiss from a dementor."

Blake glanced at Annie again, and the little girl glared at him and said angrily: "Say it! You're a liar!"

Black laughed, suddenly very happy.The three little guys still have this familiar taste.

At least he still thinks about the feelings of summer vacation, there is no chance to explain it like killing a werewolf.

He pondered for a moment, then said hoarsely:

"I know it's hard to believe, but Pettigrew Peter... is still alive. He, like me, is an illegal Animagus and a rat.

He was hiding in the Weasley’s youngest son, the freckled boy!"

Blackburn thought the three of them would be taken aback, and angrily accused him of lying, saying that he was a lunatic, and even beating him... he could understand.

After all, if it were him, it would be hard to believe this.

Unexpectedly, the three of them were calm and quiet.

even……

William couldn't help but yawned, as if he didn't sleep well last night;

Annie and Hermione are fighting for a piece of egg yolk cake, there are obviously seven or eight yuan next to it!

It seems that the news of'Peter is a mouse' is more important than meringue.

Hey, I escaped with all my hardships, being a dog, living in a cave and eating mice...

Can you react a little?!

This news,

Isn't it shocked?!

Black was extremely annoyed.He angrily said: "Have you realized the seriousness of the matter?"

"Oh! Merlin's beard, Peter is Streaky? This is too shocking!" William said in a grandiose tone.

"..."

"How did you know this?" Hermione snatched the yolk cake, and she interrogated sharply.

"You have been locked in Azkaban, how did you know that Shaban was Peter?"

"Newspaper!" Black bowed his head and motioned to his arms.

William snapped his fingers, and a crumpled piece of paper floated out.

This is a copy of the Daily Prophet from last summer.

The headline is the Quidditch World Cup.The first Chinese website www.01zww.com

In the corner, there are photos of the Weasley family. They won the 700 Gallon prize. Ron's shoulders are splattered.

"How did you get this newspaper? Azkaban also provides newspaper services to pass you time?"

Is it so humane?William was tempted.

"Fudge...in July last year, he brought Malfoy to me..." Blake recalled.

"Malfoy?" William raised his eyebrows.

Finally there was some unexpected news.

"He wants Blake's property!" Blake spat in disdain, but he was weak and spit on his clothes.

"When I was sixteen, I broke with my family and my dear old mother removed me from the genealogy.

After her death, the only son she admitted, my brother Regulus Black, also died.

According to her will, I have no inheritance rights, but I am the Black family, the only male still alive.

The ancient families are like this, to prevent the outflow of family property, with blood magic protection.

That magic can ensure that even if I am expelled, according to the true blood relationship, I should inherit the damn gold.

Malfoy wants this money. His wife Narcissa is my cousin!

She had been here the year before, and it was Malfoy last year.

He persuaded me to transfer the property to him, use the money to help with the operation, and let me go out."

"You promised?"

"Promise? He is a Death Eater, and he wants to lie to me?

Moreover, I thought I should die there.I didn't plan to go out until..." Black's face twisted again.

"Until they were leaving, I asked for a newspaper..."

"You saw Scab and knew he was still alive?" William asked.

"Yes... Peter... on the boy's shoulder... I recognized him immediately." Black gritted his teeth.

"How many times have I seen it?!

When he was unskilled in Animagus back then, James and I deformed him.

Although the mouse is old and its fur is falling off, it has been thirteen years, I still recognize him at a glance."

Black said in a low voice: "Since I know Peter is still alive, I want to catch him. This thought gave me strength and made my mind clear.

That night, the dementor opened the door of my room to deliver food, and I, as a dog, slipped out of it.

They have no eyes, and it is more difficult to feel the emotions of animals, because the emotions of animals are chaotic.

At that time I was very skinny, very skinny... so skinny that I could slip out between the iron fences... I wanted to swim to escape Azkaban..."

"Why didn't you go back to England directly, but went to France?" Annie couldn't help but annoyed.

Black's face is weird, he stubbornly refuses to speak.

William flipped his right hand, and a small bottle appeared in his hand.

He shook, and said: "It's not honest...it seems to use Veritaserum, just one drop..."

"I'm lost...slight road idiot..." Black mumbled.

"..."

Is it mild for you?France and England are so far apart!You are not a road idiot, you are an idiot!

"Even if, as you said, Peter is still alive, he can't prove your words." William said the most critical question.

"Everyone knows that you are the secret of the Potters."

"No!" Black's face seemed to have been punched.

"I changed this temporarily and convinced James to let Peter be their secret person." Black said painfully.

"I thought that was the perfect plan... it was a clever plan."

"why?"

"Because Lily and Longbottom have been ambushed many times.

We all know that there is a traitor around, and that person also leaked the fact that I was a secret person to the mysterious person.

I knew that I had become the target of the hunt, so I suddenly had this idea.

They would just pursue me and ignore the weak and stupid Peter."

Black's voice grew lower and lower.

"James didn't agree, but I was finally convinced."

"Since the secret has been changed, why didn't you tell anyone?" Hermione asked keenly.

"Not even Dumbledore said."

"Hermione, Dumbledore was very busy at the time! He was busy fighting the Death Eaters, drawing in the wavering forces, and contacting foreign wizards.

All the burdens are on him, and you can't worry about everything and trouble him with everything.

And Remus..."

"He is a werewolf, you suspect that he is a traitor, don't trust him, right?" William raised his eyebrows.

Black's lips squirmed, and he admitted frankly: "Yes...Do you already know that he is a werewolf?"

His face collapsed and he seemed ashamed.

"The four of us are best friends, but when I knew there was a traitor around me, I suddenly doubted him.

At that time, most of the British werewolves surrendered to Voldemort, and he promised to give the werewolves the best treatment.

On our side, Remus will be ostracized and even unable to find a job after graduation.

The idea of ​​him being a traitor, like grass, took root in my heart and rose wildly.

Facts have proved that I was wrong, very wrong."

He roared: "Peter is the traitor!"

William sighed.

Pride and prejudice.

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