Chapter 125 The Death of Peter (First update~Please subscribe)

The wand is shiny and black.

Blackthorn wood, dragon's heartstring core, 11 and one-third inches.

Well maintained by the previous owner.

There are just a few brand-new tooth marks that damage its appearance.

Peter trembled, his hand went weak, and the wand fell and plunged into the snow.

"Don't be like this, you are a Gryffindor after all." Harry looked at him with a cold expression and his tone did not waver, "After all you are a dark wizard with dozens of lives in his hands."

Peter threw himself in the snow, howled and begged Harry.

"There's no use pretending." Harry frowned and his tone became impatient, "With your appearance, who else can you hide from except Sirius?"

Mouse's face and eyes were full of tears, and he muttered words of pain and regret, but there was no trace of regret anywhere on his body.

His breath was like thick swamp sludge, with an extremely disgusting smell.

"It's so ridiculous that my parents died because of you."

"It's so ridiculous."

"Potter, I know you have some abilities." Peter took a deep breath and arched his back habitually, "But you will regret it. This is completely different from dealing with magical creatures and competing with professors."

Hermione tightened her grip on the wand in her hand.

Peter struggled hard and fled in the snow.

Rats were scurrying all over the ground.

Peter's eyes were full of fear. This thought had tortured him for thirteen years. It was like a rope tied around his neck. Every year, it became tighter, making him more and more breathless.

He lowered his voice, growled lowly, and spat out the words from his throat.

"This is Black, the murderer of your parents!"

It's that simple?

"Harry." Sirius fluttered and rolled, walked to Harry, stumbled with his left foot and right foot, and fell in front of him, his face covered in blood, "It's okay."

"Director Scrimgeour, shall we take Sirius to the principal's office now? I think we can sit down and talk slowly." Harry also sighed and said softly.

"Weak, cowardly, evasive."

When Harry took it in his hand, he wrapped his breath around it with great joy.

Crunch, crunch——

Peter bowed and bowed.

No matter when or what the occasion.

"Let's go and find him..."

And now...

"You can't hide your malice, so why continue to pretend?" Harry said calmly, "Many people say that my face looks like my father, James Potter."

The air wave surged, and Quen's golden light flashed, pushing Harry back, and Peter burrowed into the snow.

Harry turned around and shook his head: "Godfather, there's no need to comfort me, I'm fine."

Harry walked over slowly, raised his sword, and swung it down with all his strength. The sharp blade cut off his head, and the whole piece fell to the ground with a grunt.

Having said this, Harry paused and took a step forward. The mouse couldn't help but shiver.

Peter raised his head subconsciously.

The wind and snow howled, blowing on the trees like sharp knives, and the dead branches swayed and rustled.

very good……

Harry raised his hand, magic swept away the impact, snowflakes flew, and Peter staggered and fell. He stepped forward, raised one hand, covered himself with a layer of Quen, and with the power of thunder, he held the sword in the other hand and nailed it hard

.

The cold wind was still biting, blowing like a knife, and the vast white land was covered with two small red figures.

"There is no such thing between us."

Harry waved his wand and stuck it in the snow. The blood-stained wand flew into Sirius's hand.

"He's finally dead!"

Hermione was stunned, took out her wand and handed it into Harry's hand, with a puzzled look on her face.

Peter was a mouse after all. He shrunk and twisted back into an animagus. He barely dodged the sword, then in the blink of an eye he returned to his human form, raised his wand, and pointed it at Harry's chest.

"But what was it you showed me?"

He wailed, unable to recite the spell.

Harry stepped on the snow, walked up to Peter, and pulled out the Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat: "Do you remember dueling etiquette?"

"I didn't know when you became blind." Harry shook his head and greeted him.

Peter raised his wand and gathered the magic power. He wanted to recite the magic spell, the spell that allowed him to fake death and escape and survive.

Scrimgeour saw this scene in his eyes and was a little unresponsive. His brain shut down. After a while, he spoke in panic: "Potter, what are you doing?"

After saying that, Harry paused: "I promise you, only me, Uncle Lupin, Godfather, not even Hermione, and Ron will get involved."

The rope finally completely choked his breathing.

In the distance, a sad chill came.

It was shaking violently, and the buzzing sound even covered the wind and snow.

Corpses and heads fly in.

"Etiquette is for people."

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief. He was very used to this kind of greeting. He turned to look at Sirius: "So Black was subdued by you? Thank God, Harry, you are really good, so let him..."

Behind him were a group of Aurors.

Another sword strike!

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Aren't you a magical animal?" Harry sneered, "A magical bald mouse that can turn into a human being."

"Peter is a scumbag, he is not human at all."

The sword must see blood.

Harry has always been the mature and powerful "little lion king".

"Is it better to kill the friend you betrayed with your own hands?"

The robe turned into metallic vines and stabbed Peter's calf hard, piercing through mercilessly. Blood flowed out, turning the white blood red, accompanied by a pitiful scream.

Hermione's wand is also well maintained.

Lupine and the others stepped aside.

The head of the Auror Office lost his hat and saw the mess on the ground, traces of various transfiguration spells, spell battles, and blood all over the ground.

"Then just think of me as him."

call out--

There was also the sound of rapid footsteps.

"Black!" Scrimgeour's voice came, and he trotted over, gritting his teeth, and there was even a little surprise in his voice.

Click, click, click, and suddenly a group of rats emerged from the bottom of the snow, with bloody mouths that were almost half the size of their bodies, and they crowded towards Harry.

But he buried his head and accepted Scrimgeour's words.

Hermione couldn't bear to look at her, and Ron knew that now he had to at least speak up and defend himself a few words before Harry could tell what happened about Peter.

I couldn't finish the last sentence.

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and the bag containing Peter flew towards him.

As well as a group of Dementors who were somewhat distant from the Aurors, but were as dark as dark clouds.

Harry walked up to Hermione and handed her his wand: "Hermione, lend me your wand."

The badge no longer vibrates.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable if you betray your friend and then kill him through someone else's hand?"

He took out the amulet.

"My father and mother died because of people like you."

With a thump in his heart, he looked at Harry: "Potter, are you okay?"

"Their noses are really sensitive!" Sirius clenched his fists and was about to turn around and turn into a black dog when Lupine grabbed him.
To be continued...