"Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all." He said softly, "His surname is not Black, nor Lupin, nor Potter."

The rat was startled, twisted back into its human form, and waved its hand.

In the vast whiteness, there are two small black spots.

Fountains of blood splash high.

He finally looked like a thirteen-year-old child, with confusion on his face. No one matures for no reason, and the happier the child, the more innocent he is.

"I won't bully you." Harry looked at Peter's hand, "That's not your wand, and I don't know how to use mine."

Peter gritted his teeth.

His physical strength, magic power, and mental will were all consumed extremely quickly.

But what now?

Harry raised his hand and cupped Sirius' waist.

Grapevine wood, Dragon Heartstring, slightly shorter than Harry's own wand, ten and three-quarter inches.

This is not the first time Harry has killed someone.

"I just……"

Crookshanks they also quieted down.

The magic power has no outlet and is quietly extinguished in the hands.

Peter picked up the wand and struggled to stand up. His eyes were filled with complaint and hatred, staring at the man in front of him.

Do you want to wait to die?

Harry's tone was complicated.

Hermione stood next to Lupine, tilting her head and feeling a little sore in her nose. As Harry's closest friends, she and Ron could see more of Harry's expressions than ordinary people.

"You are weak." Harry looked at him with a cold tone, "I am very disappointed."

"Alder!"

Peter stared blankly at the wand falling, staring at it plunging into the snow, but did nothing more. With a pop, he knelt on the ground.

But this was the first time he felt empty after killing someone.

revenge?

"Alder!"

He also wanted to fight back, but Harry's fighting rhythm was like a storm. This little wizard was stronger than Ron, and even stronger than the little lions described.

"Dumbledore might want to see a living Peter." Lupine stared at the head of his former friend with a sigh.

The prison was blown open, but immediately after, another prison was covered.

Lupine sighed.

After the seal was released, the mouse flew out, carrying snow and mud. Harry grabbed the vine again, and the other end was light and weightless.

The vines pulled, pulling Peter's body and dragging him back.

Peter raised his head, said nothing, and still looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

"Without a real sense of revenge, Peter died like this."

Harry kicked him and hit him hard in the waist.

"Lift your head and look at me." Harry snapped.

Harry glanced around and spotted him immediately. He waved his wand and his robes formed a prison, falling from the sky and hitting him hard.

A few whirring sounds——

The vine swung over and hit his hand, knocking the wand off.

If you continue like this, you will die!

Really gonna die!

"I thought you would be strong, I thought you would be ambitious, I thought you would be cruel..."

He understood a truth: Sirius and Dumbledore were the opposite, and he was not reliable at all in big matters.

"We can, but Black can't." Scrimgeour shook his head, "He will be taken back to Azkaban, and the Ministry of Magic needs to give an explanation to the wizards as soon as possible."

Harry's tone was serious and firm: "Director Scrimgeour, I think there are many things that you need to know again."

This chapter is a bit tangled in writing, and I don’t feel very satisfied with it (although the Hardemort story written by my book friend last night was really interesting, but unfortunately it is not suitable for the current Harry)

I was confused all morning.

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