94 Diagon Alley

    Walk with you quietly…”

    "To the castle" said Snape maliciously, "I don't think we have to go that far. All I have to do is call those dementors as soon as I get out of that willow tree. .They'll be so happy to see you, Blake, so happy to give you a little kiss..."

    The tinge of blood that remained on Blake's face was gone now. "You—you must listen to me," he said hoarsely, "that rat—look at that rat..."

    But Snape seems to have lost his mind. "Come on, all of you," he said. With a flick of his finger, the ends of Lupin's straps flew into his hands. "I'll drag the werewolf. Maybe the Dementors will kiss him too..."

    Harry took three steps across the room without thinking, and stood in front of them. "Listen to them, I need to know the truth!"

    "Get out of the way, Potter, you've had enough trouble," snarled Snape, "if I hadn't been here to save you..."

    "Professor Lupin has a hundred chances to kill me this year," said Harry, "and many times I've been alone with him, learning from him how to resist Dementors. If He belonged to Black's gang, why didn't he end up with me then?"

    "Don't ask me about my werewolf mentality." Snape hissed dangerously in a low voice, "Get out of the way, Potter. Like father, like son. I just saved Your life. You should get down on your knees and thank me! If he kills you, you deserve it! You're going to die like your dad, too arrogant to believe you've missed Blake - now , get out of the way, or I'll force you out of the way. Get out of the way, Potter!"

    Gwen hid behind the door and saw Harry's angry expression, and his wand raised - he wasn't the only one, Hermione and Ron raised their wands too. She jumped out from behind the door subconsciously and kicked Snape's knee.

    "Sorry, Professor." Then he pulled Snape's robes, who had almost knelt down, in an extremely indecent manner, so as to avoid the disarming curses of the three. But Professor Snape was pulled straight into the wooden door by her, and then slid to the floor again, oozing blood from under her hair.

    Gwen nearly burst into tears when she attacked the most feared potions professor at Hogwarts at the end of her fourth year. Although the original intention was not to wish Harry and the others to be deducted points for attacking Snape, but now the Slytherin dean was knocked unconscious by himself.

    I don't know how long he will be dizzy, Gwen pulled his wand out of his hand vigorously.

    "You shouldn't do this," Gwen dared not look at the black figure lying on the ground, "Don't you want to live a good life at Hogwarts in the next few years?"

    "Oh, we're in big trouble..." Lupin broke free. Blake quickly bent down to untie him.

    "Gwen, why are you here?" Harry's eyes widened, as were Ron and Hermione.

    The client was also stunned, "Didn't you ask me to come?" At this moment, she suddenly remembered that there were two dangerous men beside her, and hurriedly swept Snape on the ground to Harry in front of him, and then pointed his wand at the adult men on the opposite side.

    "I...I warn you, I still don't know what's going on, but Harry is willing to listen to your explanation. If something goes wrong, the four of us wizards have a chance of hitting the two of you." Gwen felt indifferent to himself.

    "Thank you, Harry," said Lupin.

    "I didn't say I believed you." Harry shot back.

    "Then it's time for us to give you some evidence," Black said. "You, boy, give me Peter. Now."

    Ron grabbed Scabbers closer to his chest.

    "Don't touch it." He said feebly, "Are you going to say that you escaped from Azkaban just to do something with Scabbers? I mean..." He looked at Harry and Harry Min, seek their support. "Well, even if Peter Pettigrew turns into a rat—there are thousands in the world—he's locked up in Azkaban, how would he know which rat he's looking for?"

    Gwen then realized that the legendary hero Peter Pettim was actually an unregistered Animagus.

    Black put a bird's claw-like hand inside the robe and took out a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed the paper and showed it to everyone. That's a picture of the Ron family, from last summer, and it's Scabbers on Ron's shoulders.

    "That's Peter, on the front page of the newspaper...on the boy's shoulder, I recognized him immediately, how many times I saw him deformed. The caption under the photo said, the boy Going back to Hogwarts for school... where Harry is..."

    "God," Lupin said softly, looking at Scabbers, then at the pictures in the newspaper, then at Scabbers, "its front paws..."

    "So what?" Ron said recklessly.

    "It's missing a toe," Black said. "Just before he was transformed, I drove him to nowhere, and he shouted all over the street, saying I betrayed James and Lily. Then, before I could curse him, He blew up the whole street with his wand hidden behind his back, killed everyone within twenty feet of him, and fled into the gutter with the other rats..."

    "Did you hear that, Ron," said Lupin, "the biggest piece of Peter's remains that people found were his fingers."

    "Then, Scabbers may have fought with other mice or something! He's been in our house for years.."

    "Twelve years, right" said Lupin, "you never thought how could it live so long?"

    "But he's not looking very well now, is he," Lupin said. "I guess he's been losing weight since he heard that Blake was on the run.."

    "It scared the mad cat!" said Ron. Nodding to Crookshanks, Crookshanks still whining contentedly in bed.

     Only then did Gwen realize that Hermione's cat was there, and beside her was a big fat white cat-dog.

    "The cat isn't crazy," said Black hoarsely, reaching out with bony hands to stroke Crookshanks' furry head. "He was the smartest cat I've ever met. He recognized Peter right away. When he met me, he knew I wasn't a dog. It took him a while to believe me. Finally, I Find a way to communicate with it, tell it what I want, and it has been helping me..."

    Then his hand like bird claws was bitten by the dog viciously.

    "...As for the stupid cat," Black retracted his hand in disgust, "he's obviously not that smart, just following Crookshanks--is that what you call it--has a lot to do with me hostility."

    Nice job, dog. Gwen thought. Even if your rival is a dog—or a dangerous fugitive, you should duel him like a man.

    "But Peter got wind of it and knew what was going on and ran away...Crookshanes told me that Peter left blood on the sheets..I think he bit himself...pretend I'm dead, and it's been done once."

    These words made Harry's mind clear, "Why did he pretend to be dead?" he said angrily, "because he knew you would kill him, just like when you killed my parents Same!"

    "Harry," Luhu said hastily, "don't you understand? We always thought that Blake betrayed your parents and that Peter went after Blake - but it's the opposite, you know Peter Betrayed your mom and dad, Sirius tracked down Peter—"

    "That's not true!" Harry exclaimed, "Black is their keeper! That's what he said before you came, he said he killed them!"

    Gwen felt that there was too much information tonight and she was at a loss. What keeper, what betrayal, who killed Harry's parents. At this moment, she felt Snape on the ground move, and immediately knelt down and said to him.

    "Trust me, professor, I'm really sorry." She looked at Snape's sallow face with the most sincere eyes, and whether he heard or not, "but Harry and, uh, , Sirius is arguing about who killed his parents. I promise I'll get you up when I hear this." Then she rudely opened her eyes to the professor who might be about to perform wandless magic at any moment- A binding spell.

    On the other side, Black shook his head slowly, his sunken eyes suddenly lit up. "Harry...I'd kill them," he said hoarsely. "I convinced Lily and James to replace me with Peter at the last minute, and convinced them to use him as a keeper instead of me...it's my fault, I know...the night they died, I went to see Peter to make sure he was safe, but by the time I got to where he was hiding, he was gone. But there was no sign of a fight there. I didn't think it was right. I just went straight to Got to where your parents lived. By the time I saw their house, it was destroyed, and I saw their bodies—I knew Peter must have done something bad. And realized what a mistake I had made." He couldn't go on, he turned around.

    Lupin said in a steely voice, "Stop talking about these things. There must be a way to prove what really happened in the past. Ron, give me that rat."

    Ron hesitated, then he finally handed Scabbers, which Lupin took. Scabbers started screaming and wiggling, her tiny black eyes bulging out. "get ready