Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"This is the first time I've met during my memory loss" WWW..lā Peter Pettigrew walked up to Percy's side and said, Percy's face flushed with excitement, he felt honored to be in such a legendary He actually played an important role in his experience, and when he thought of this, he unconsciously sat up straight.

"If I had known..." Percy began to reproach himself, he thought it might be helpful for his future, but he was interrupted by Peter Pettigrew, "Oh, your family has treated me Good enough, and you don't know the truth," he said.

"Although I was only a rat at that time, you treated me like a member of the family. I have to say that the education of the Weasleys is really good, and everyone in your family is full of Love." Peter Pettigrew paused and continued: "I heard that you are now the president of the student council, right, Percy?" Peter Pettigrew's eyes drifted away, and he said in a nostalgic tone: "So did James back then, I believe you will achieve great things in the future."

"And you, Ron." Peter Pettigrew walked over to Ron again.

"I'm sorry, your pet Scabbers will never come back." Peter Pettigrew's tone was full of apology.

"No, no, my gosh, I can't believe it now, is a rat that has been in our house for over ten years an Animagus? Or a Merlin First Class Medalist?" Ron His eyes were very round, and words were muttering in his mouth, and he still felt that he was dreaming.

"Ron, life is sometimes more bizarre than you think, would you accept a new pet from me?" Peter Pettigrew blinked and said with a smile.

"Of course, my pleasure." Ron nodded.

"Then it's you, Harry." Peter Pettigrew turned his head to look at Harry, his small eyes just right with a hint of sadness. "You really look like your father. When I see you, I seem to see James. I have been watching you quietly for three years, but unfortunately, I have hardly brought you any help."

"Can I give you a hug, Harry?" he asked.

"Meow, meow, meow." At this moment, Crookshanks in Hermione's arms suddenly broke free from her embrace and rushed towards Peter Pettigrew.

"It must have remembered my smell." Peter Pettigrew was not frightened at all, he said with a smile, an invisible barrier was built beside him, blocking the ginger cat's attack, Then Crookshanks could only frantically wave its own claws. Bare his fangs as a sign of intimidation.

"I'm sorry, sir." Hermione hurried to Crookshanks, apologizing, and holding it back.

"Miss Granger, you don't need to apologize at all. It's just a cat's instinct. It just remembers my scent. With his IQ, he won't understand the difference between a human and a rat." Peter Pettigrew Don't care to say.

"Crookshanes is very smart." Hermione was a little unconvinced when she heard the words, but she still said on the face: "I will definitely teach it a good lesson when I go back."

After the episode, Peter Pettigrew turned his head to face Harry again, he rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Harry, I mean if, if you want, can I choose to be your guardian now? ?"

"I have now regained my magic and memory, though not as good as Mr. Moody and Professor Dumbledore,

But I have some power, at least if Sirius wants to turn against you, he has to pass me first. "

"Peter, you should still go to St. Mungo's Hospital for another check-up to see if there are any sequelae." Lupin stopped in front of Harry.

"Besides, don't you think this is too exciting for Harry now?" Lupin said gently afterwards.

"It's me who didn't think about it." Pettigrew's eyes were wet again, and then he said: "But I'm excited, this is James' son, he defeated that man, better than his father, I How can you not be excited?"

"In the past few years, I could only look at him like a stranger, but I didn't realize it. You know how terrifying the scenes I've seen and heard all these years are replayed in front of my eyes when I regain my consciousness. one thing?"

He lowered his voice and said in Harry's ear: "The Philosopher's Stone, Basilisk, I'm terrified in retrospect, but you're lucky enough, Harry, that you're as brave as your father."

Hearing his compliment, Harry scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

He remembered the many things he had heard at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade about his father, the man who had been killed by Black's spell to avenge his father, either Fudge or Professor McGonagall's tone was full of sympathy and respect for him at the time, but today he appeared in front of him again and brought him such a bizarre explanation.

Come to think of it, my father's best friend stayed by my side for three years as a friend's pet.

His face suddenly turned red, and he thought that he had actually made a lot of mistakes in the past three years, violated a lot of school rules, and as a result, he was looked at by this elder.

"Of course, I will keep some small things a secret for you." Peter Pettigrew seemed to see what Harry was thinking, and said close to his ear.

"This kind of prank, your father and I used to do it all the time," he said.

Harry suddenly felt that the distance between them was getting much closer.

"Kacha Kacha." The student photographers frantically pressed the shutter, bringing bursts of intense flashes that will surely become the headlines tomorrow.

The hero who died tragically against Blake didn't actually die? He even came back to Hogwarts by chance, guarding his friend's son.

And the rock-bottomed reputation of Fudge, who made it happen, will bounce back as a result.

No one knows what Peter Pettigrew is thinking now, except himself.

This is the first time he has appeared in front of people in so many years, and he is still a hero, which makes him feel very touched. When he was still the body of the rat, he never dared to restore his own body.

It's not that he didn't want to stand up and admit his so-called "credits". But whenever he thought of the unforgettable hatred in Blake's eyes at that time, the flame that could burn everything, he cringed, he was always afraid of Blake's revenge, even if the man had been locked up Zkaban, even though he may have been tortured and mad by the group of extremely evil creatures, he still does not dare to rest assured.

He was taken into the Weasley family, which is a good home, and the days are peaceful and peaceful, and at the same time, he will not be completely out of touch with the wizarding society. Look at Arthur Weasley every day. After finishing the "Daily Prophet", he would always read every corner of the newspaper carefully. He had hoped for such a news countless times: the notorious Sirius Black was mentally ill. Suicide in Azkaban Prison.

This is a common occurrence in Azkaban, where many prisoners are reluctant to be the walking dead and choose to give themselves a dignified death while they are awake.

But he didn't get the ending he hoped for after so many years, and even just before that, Blake escaped from prison.

Black has been in Azkaban for so many years, who would have thought that he would even be able to escape from there someday.

He was also thinking carefully about why he was exposed, and he was careful enough to avoid exposure, but he still couldn't get rid of it in the newspaper that time.

How he wished the Weasleys hadn't won so that he wouldn't be photographed.

Who would have thought that after so many years of Azkaban's prison life, under the emotional influence of countless dementors, this man could still maintain his sanity, and he could still get the newspaper that day?

If in the beginning, Peter Pettigrew still had a bit of luck, believing that maybe he was just crazy and escaped from there by coincidence, then when he knew about the portrait of the fat lady that Blake was already trying to pass, he would Got it, Blake's goal is himself.

Black was so awake that he couldn't be more awake. When he made the Marauder's map, he and James were all exploring the secret passage, and what about himself? Just follow them. Blake, who is now sober, knows all the secret passages of Hogwarts, which means that his end has come.

So he himself tried to go to Filch's office to find the Marauder's map that had been confiscated, which might become a talisman, a life-saving straw.

But he didn't find it.

He woke up from nightmares again and again, as if the big black dog would jump out at any time and tear himself to pieces. He felt that he was the one who was going to have a nervous breakdown.

Until the day of Christmas, that dog bark completely defeated him, that familiar voice made him lose his mind all of a sudden, he even forgot that Dumbledore and other professors were there, and fled in a panic. on.

What happened next surprised him even more.

When it fled out of the auditorium and rushed into a secret passage he remembered.

The cage fell from the sky, as if he had figured out his path, and he was caught by that Slytherin student in Harry's year.

Of course Malfoy wouldn't tell him that almost all of the secret passages had set this trap.

He was caught, and even all the secrets he kept deep inside were broken bit by bit. The boy knew his past like a demon, and then forced him to recall it all with cruel words.

Just when he thought he was going to be judged by Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic, Malfoy actually let him out, oh, and even pulled him a stool to sit on.

"You're lucky, Peter Pettigrew." He'd never forget the words, sending him straight from hell to heaven.

Afterwards, Malfoy began to tell his plan, in every detail, without letting go of any detail.

The more he listened afterwards, the more he felt cold and sweaty. This student had too many things in his mind. If he did it himself, he would really be full of flaws.

He just remembered that the student in front of him was from Slytherin College, where students are full of ambition and are good at using various means to achieve their goals. If Gryffindor students knew all this, they would be full of sense of justice. They might just make everything public.

Come to think of it, what good student would know such a thing as Veritaserum? Feel free to use. The formula and medicinal materials of this potion are strictly restricted, and the Ministry of Magic will try to keep it on the record.

Thinking about it again, Malfoy caught Blake before he caught him, and he poured Veritaserum to get the truth. If he really wanted to hurt himself and told Dumbledore directly, then he was still unconscious at the time. Just like a turtle in a urn, it can be caught by the Aurors in the school at any time.

He had no hope of escaping under Dumbledore. Even if the old man didn't use any black magic, he could easily subdue it.

Malfoy's previous words were just to pave the way for his next plan, to sound the alarm for himself, and to be honest.

To be honest, the moment Peter Pettigrew was released from the cage, it wasn't that he didn't think about escaping immediately, stunning the student, or even killing him, but he felt that the student was definitely not as stupid as he thought, so he gave up. made this attempt.

"Since I dare to let you out, I can definitely lock you back." These were the first words Malfoy said when he released him from the cage.

"If you want to think about it, you can try." Malfoy's tone was full of absolute confidence, a powerful feeling that everything was under control, and he could perceive it acutely.

"I don't know whether your strength has regressed or improved in these twelve years, although I guess it should be the former. But whether it is the former or the latter, I don't care, you can try to attack me, then you will lose you last chance to turn around."

After Malfoy finished speaking, he even turned his back to him, and the empty door opened wide, without any intention of guarding against him.

"Thousands of letters about your secrets are well hidden in my house and can be sent at any time, of course, without any evidence, and I also used a Muggle camera to ask anything at the time. Blake recorded a video and made a lot of backups. If you are still superficially counting on the way of killing people, then I can only obviously think that I have found a partner with a lower IQ, so maybe I will change it. maybe."

Afterwards, Malfoy came to his table, picked up a quill at random and began to look at it, just like when a person is extremely boring, he always does some meaningless things.

"No, how could I do such a thing?" Pettigrew Peter said flatteringly, his already small eyes narrowed even further, with a strong flattering tone.

He was thankful that he did not make the wrong choice at that time.

If he really did this at the time, how could he now experience the feeling of being respected by everyone, with countless honors and halos?