The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The little mouse, missing a finger, ran desperately in the forbidden forest.

It's a pity that it didn't run too far, and a gust of wind blew over its head...

Peter Pedilu was forcibly changed back to his original form, and the wand in his hand was also knocked out more than a dozen yards away.

A tall and thin old man appeared in front of Peter.

"Deng...Professor Dumbledore..." Peter said tremblingly.

"Good evening, Pedilu!" Albus Dumbledore's voice was very calm, as if he was still talking to his students more than ten years ago.

"Just ten minutes ago, I heard a very interesting story!" Dumbledore said with a smile: "This story tells me that the secret person who betrayed James Potter was not Blake, but you ?"

"I...I..." Peter screamed, seeming to summon up his courage, "I didn't betray James?"

"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "You mean, James Potter's secrecy isn't actually you?"

"No... Jaime's keeper is me, and it's me who told the Dark... the Dark Lord..." Peter said, trembling, "but I swear, I didn't betray James!"

If Blake was here, hearing such absurd arguments, I'm afraid, in his rage, he would smash Peter to pieces with a spell.

But Dumbledore obviously won't: "Really? Looks like I can hear a new story!"

"Jaime trusts me, I made an unforgivable oath with him once..." Peter's voice became very low: "There are things I swore I can't tell anyone...especially Lupin and Black! "

"Just twelve years ago, James and his wife found an ancient spell..." Peter's voice became calm before he knew it: "If a wizard is willing to sacrifice his life for another wizard, Then he can put a protection on the other side, and this protection can reflect the evil spell..."

"But this spell is not powerful, even very weak... For a dark wizard like the Dark Lord, it doesn't have much effect at all!" Peter's voice suddenly became louder: "But there is that prophecy from Trelawney... A boy born at the end of July...parents escaped the Dark Lord three times...with energy that the Dark Lord doesn't understand...one must die at the hands of the other..."

"Under the increase of this prophecy, that ancient spell will produce terrifying power!" Peter almost shouted at this sentence: "This is the method that James came up with, the method he came up with to destroy Voldemort! "

He almost lost a lot of energy to say the word "Voldemort".

Dumbledore frowned.

"James has always been very, very brave..." Peter's tone became gentle again: "He thought of this way to deal with the Dark Lord, through Harry... So he found me, and I was the only one who could help him. Man, is his only friend who has mastered Occlumency; that idiot in Black can't keep a secret like that, and that werewolf Lupin can't be trusted!"

"We put the action into action..." Peter's voice began to tremble: "I managed to get myself caught by the Death Eaters, my Animagus is a mouse, Professor Dumbledore, you know, I Very good at running away... If I hadn't taken the initiative, the Death Eaters couldn't have caught me!"

"I joined the Dark Lord and became a Death Eater... I betrayed the McKinnons and Edgar Burns successively, and completely gained the Dark Lord's trust!" Peter sighed: "In the end, James Mu proposed to Black that I should replace the secrecy... That idiot of Black naturally agreed, he didn't understand our plan at all!"

"In the presence of James, I wrote to the Dark Lord with my secret address!" Peter continued, "And then at this last moment, James told his wife our secret and plan, and asked me to use the The spell binds her, takes her away, hides her!"

Peter's tone suddenly became angry: "But this woman, Evans, ruined everything!"

"Evans this idiot, this slut...she was with Snape and then hooked up with James...she broke my spell, knocked me out, went back to her husband... When I wake up, it's over... she's dead, killed by the Dark Lord!"

Peter fell to his knees and said desperately: "Although our plan was successful, the Dark Lord was defeated by that ancient spell, but she died... She is the only one who can prove my innocence!"

"So far, this is a story with no loopholes!" Dumbledore said calmly: "Then what about Pedilu?"

Peter covered his mouth, trying to stop himself from saying something... but he forcibly let go.

"There's another secret, Professor Dumbledore!" he said, trembling. "James made a terrible mistake when he was young. Evans, Blake, and Lupin didn't know it, and only I knew the mistake... ...that's the only hope!"

"Black knows I'm the real keeper, he found me!" Peter shouted hysterically: "But I can't enter Azkaban, I have to find that last hope... I can only blame him , Black is still as stupid as he was when he was young, he was easily tricked by me, and then stayed in Azkaban for twelve years with peace of mind!"

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked sternly.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore... I swear, I can't say it!" Peter shouted hoarsely while holding his throat: "James gave a very important thing to his proud Rodriguez guides and mentors Gideon Prewett!"

"That thing...is hope!" Peter breathed heavily: "But...but Prewett died the day after Jaime's death...with the Dark Lord's downfall, angry The Death Eaters found him and his brother, they were besieged...dead!"

"The James thing, along with their relics, went to the house of Gideon Prewett's only surviving relative, his sister Molly Prewett, who was Molly Weasley. ...I had to find that thing, so I infiltrated the Weasleys and became one of them!"

"The Weasley boys kept me as a pet and brought me to Hogwarts every year...I only had time to look for that thing during the summer...I was fighting under the Weasleys. Many, many holes, and finally, I found it, at the bottom of the basement, inside a pile of garbage!"

"I did my best to dig a way..." Peter whimpered, "I'll get it in one more summer...but that idiot Blake escaped, I knew Blake was looking for it. Mine, but I've never left, I've been looking forward to waiting until the summer vacation, looking forward to evading Black's pursuit... But now, Ron has known my true face... The last hope, dashed..."

"It's a very touching story!" Dumbledore stood up: "At least the logic before and after can be self-consistent."

"Professor Dumbledore..." Peter said tremblingly.

"I think I can let you go, Pedilu!" Dumbledore said with a serious face: "But, you have to promise me one condition..."