Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"What I'm going to announce today is a piece of good news." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "but today's protagonist is not my old man, but another person who is unexpected by everyone."

"Oh, look, that's Connelly Fudge, my dad's immediate boss." Ron said in surprise as he pointed to the stage.

"Why is he here?" Harry asked. He had no good impression of the middle-aged man at all. Apart from his official words at the Leaky Cauldron and his own concealment, as Minister of Magic, he also Let those dementors serve as guards without restraint.

Of course, wanting to be restrained is actually powerless.

To be honest, Harry would rather face the traitor that he hated and who betrayed his parents, Sirius Black, than fight those Dementors who stalk in the dark, cheering despair and pain.

They will always remind themselves of the vague, but extremely cruel and terrifying past events.

Fudge came on stage at this point, dressed in a pinstriped suit and bright red tie, which made him look very formal, and the purple pointed boots and dark green top hat matched his somewhat short frame. Pulling his height back to a normal level, he doesn't look so short.

"Oh, classmates, how are you." Fudge looked at the students sitting under the stage and said.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you." Fudge said sincerely, putting on a serious expression, and then quickly bowed deeply to the students off the field.

There was an uproar in the field.

"God, did he take the wrong medicine?" Ron said to Harry in surprise.

"My dad often complains that Fudge doesn't care about his subordinates' feelings." Ron continued to mutter to himself, puzzled.

"I think so too." Harry agreed in a low voice, he remembered the last time we met in the bar, Fudge's annoying official accent.

"Because of my mistakes, it has caused serious trouble to you. I originally trusted those guards so much, but now I finally know that those things are unreliable." Fudge looked sad, then walked down the stage quickly and found Griffin Holding Harry's hand tightly, he said, "They even nearly killed our hero - Harry Potter!"

"Harry, is your injury healed?" he asked concerned.

"it is good,

All right. "Harry was uncomfortably trying to get rid of Fudge's greasy palm, he couldn't accept that someone he didn't know was suddenly so close to him.

"That's good." He looked relieved, straightened his tie, and returned to the stage to say, "But fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore helped me generously. The insurrection finally disappeared."

The audience was indifferent.

Obviously not buying his account.

The dementors have caused them great trouble, how can a few understatements make them feel relieved?

Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

He remembered what the little guy told him, as a politician, acting should be a talent and instinct, and even if the audience below the stage seemed to be lacking in interest, he still had to keep going.

He also understood these principles before, but when they put it into practice, he suddenly found that there was a problem with his performance direction.

The way the dementors are disposed of is indeed a big basket.

At least until now, they have nothing new to contribute other than to cause trouble for themselves.

The Malfoy kid also told him that his classmates often wrote to their parents complaining that the dementors had affected their studies and lives. If they failed at the end of the term, it was probably the dementors' fault.

Think about it, who are his classmates? Most of them are descendants of pure-blooded families. The reason why he has not stepped down until now is precisely because there are still several pure-blooded families who need him in this position, so they continue to support him vigorously and help him a lot. Kim Galleon, change public opinion.

Otherwise, his reputation may not be much better than that of Black now.

He remembered the conclusion that the Daily Prophet had given him that time--how long could the incompetent lucky one sit in that position?

Therefore, this group of students must be the targets that they need to fight for. The representatives behind them are their parents and even their families. They really cannot be friends or offend.

The decision he made a few days ago was indeed too hasty.

"Kaza, kaza." The sound of the magic camera's clicking came from the direction of the door, and occasionally brought some dazzling flashes. A tall, thin man in a dark gray robe was holding a camera in both hands. Keep pressing the shutter.

"I don't believe he'd be willing to put his humour in the newspapers." Ron spoke again, and he didn't like the man on stage.

"Look at it, he might have some strange events coming out later." Ron said with the mentality of watching a good show.

Harry didn't answer.

"Crookshans, what's the matter with you?" Hermione suddenly felt a throbbing of Crookshanks on the bottom of her feet, and the fluffy fur of the big ginger cat that was snuggling up close to her feet suddenly exploded, making her The calf was tingling, and anger was written on its flat face. It was about to pounce towards the front of the stage, but Hermione picked it up in both hands and placed it on the table.

"Be quiet, Crookshanks." Hermione said affectionately next to her pet. "Don't make a mess. If you're hungry, I'll go get you something to eat later. We're in a meeting now."

Then she began to stroke Crookshanks' fur, smoothing it out, soothing its somewhat manic mood.

"I'm in good spirits now," Hermione thought.

"But!" Fudge exclaimed suddenly, "We got incredible good news the other day." He gave a mysterious smile.

"Our hero, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Mr. Peter Pettigrew, is not dead!"

"What?" Lupin, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, stood up suddenly and stared at the front of the stage.

"Remus, my old friend!" A short man slowly walked out from behind Fudge, opened his hands, and made a hug, his small eyes filled with tears of excitement, his head was He was bald, but the rest of his gray hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed in a well-tended pure black tuxedo, which, of course, was a bit funny on his stubby figure, and it was a bit funny on his chest. The front is also covered with medals that symbolize honor.

In addition to the First Order of Merlin, other institutions have also rewarded him.

Lupin was a little excited. He thought a good friend who had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, but instinctively something was wrong.

"Where have you been in these twelve years?" Lupin asked suddenly, looking at him from top to bottom, letting his joy fade as much as possible.

"No, don't talk about that." Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly twisted sharply, waving his hand in pain.

At this moment, Mad-Eye Moody, who was under the stage, also quickly stood up, ran to the front of the stage, turned his terrifying magic eye, and kept looking at Peter Pettigrew in front of him.

"No Imperius Curse was found, and it wasn't a compound decoction effect. There was no magic in disguise." Moody said in his hoarse voice, and then returned to his seat and sat down like no one else, before returning to watch silently. look.

"Of course, he can't be fake, I know him very well," Lupin said loudly, "but he has to tell me where he's been all these years."

"I've always been by your side." Peter Pettigrew gradually regained his composure and said with a wry smile.

Snape stared gloomily at the scene of the "brothers" reunion in front of him, showing a mocking smile from time to time.

Crookshanks, which was finally smoothed out, stood up again. It turned over its chubby body and stood up on the table. Its apricot-colored eyes stared at Peter Pettigrew on the stage. his sharp teeth.

"Oh, my God, Crookshanks, don't do this." Hermione hurriedly hugged Crookshanks in her arms, preventing him from making a sound.

"Are you joking?" The suspicion in Lupin's eyes grew stronger and his face paled.

"Of course, I won't lie like some traitors." Peter Pettigrew said bitterly.

"Do you remember where I was when my death was announced?" Peter asked.

"Of course, it was in a crowded street, Sirius, no, that traitor made an explosion. Kill you, and a dozen Muggles!" Lupin said excitedly, clenching his fists, "then Please tell me why you, who have been dead for more than ten years, are here today!"

"Because my memory is restored." Peter tried his best to look excited.

"Memory?" Lupin repeated the word, his doubtful eyes filled with confusion.

"You remember, I've never been as smart as you, you, James, and him, learn new things faster than us." Peter Pettigrew said with a reminiscence look, his eyes still wet.

"If only I could have worked harder." Peter Pettigrew continued to reproach himself and said painfully, "This way I can subdue him, and those innocent Muggles won't die." Pettigrew pointed to his head Said: "Not only did he use that powerful explosion spell, he even used Cruciatus on me before that"

There was a chill in the hearts of the teachers and some students present.

"I rolled on the floor in pain, as if thousands of ants were tearing at my skin, even down to my bone marrow... He told me to betray you too, so that person would let us die."

"Don't talk." Lupin shouted, interrupting Peter Pettigrew's words, he couldn't bear to listen to the past: one of his once best friends cast such a cruel spell on his other, without even knowing Shameful surrender.

Does he think everyone is as shameless as he is!

"Wormtail, do you remember?" Peter Pettigrew said tentatively.

"How could I forget?" Lupin's emotions rose again.

"He would never have imagined that the Animagus that he and James helped me learn could allow me to escape before him." Peter Pettigrew continued to tell the most "true" at that time to the students and teachers in front of him. scene.

"At that time, there was a manhole cover not far away from me. Even though the pain was maddening, I still noticed it. He was very proud at that time and laughed madly, as if he could be tortured into that state by watching me. It was a great satisfaction, but it also gave me a chance to escape."

"Maybe Merlin was protecting me." He said, "I managed to cast the spell under that horrible pain." Peter Pettigrew's eyes turned red, "but he finally came back. As soon as I jumped towards the sewer, a huge wave of air and a roar came from behind me, and I even heard the sharp and desperate cries for help from the Muggles onlookers."

"I was still knocked out, and the aftermath broke one of my fingers," Peter Pettigrew said as he raised his palm with a missing finger. "I don't remember what happened after that. Through Mr. Fudge, I knew what happened next. Soon the Auror troops appeared on the scene and took him back to Azkaban, and I escaped from him. A catastrophe."

"And then?" Lupin rushed forward and took Peter Pettigrew's disabled hand.

"Then I lost my memory." Peter Pettigrew also clenched Lupin's hand tightly. "Pain is always on my nerves. When I learned about James' death, his betrayal, and physical torture, I was able to endure it with my own anger and meager will. The power of the spell, but after I escaped, the power of the spell exploded in my body like crazy..."

Offstage, Neville began to sob, thinking of his parents who had been insane because of the Crucifixion.

Amnesia may still recover, but his parents' injuries are hard to get better.

"Maybe good people have good rewards," he said. "I have forgotten a lot of things, and I can't even cast the magic spell to restore my original shape, so I can only keep my form."

"I just relied on my own instinct to walk aimlessly through the sewers of the city. Maybe sometimes I return to the land again, maybe to the wilderness again, but I don't know it myself... But in the end , I met a good-hearted person."

"Maybe I was taken care of by them. I don't know since when I became self-conscious, but at the same time I was very weak. It was like I was attached to my body, but I couldn't do anything about my body. I watched my actions like a bystander, but by then I was awake."

"I was taken in by the Weasleys," Peter Pettigrew said, his little eyes looking at the Gryffindor table.

"My God." Ron exclaimed in disbelief, and then looked at Peter in a daze as if he had been hit by the Petrification Curse.