Chapter 370 The culprit fell asleep

"You killed my parents!" Harry Potter roared angrily, spraying spittle in Black's face, and his voice sounded slightly trembling. But his hand was as steady as a rock, and his wand was still pointed directly at Black's heart.

Black stared at Harry with his deep eyes, and then slowly closed his eyes: "I don't deny this." His voice was unusually calm, and then he said: "But you need to know the whole truth..."

"The whole truth?" Harry repeated this sentence, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed by a needle, and hot blood rushed to his brain. "You betrayed them to Voldemort, and that's all I have to know."

"You must listen to me." Blake's voice was full of urgency, "If you don't understand the truth, you will regret it."

Harry's voice trembled even more, and he shouted: "I know a lot more than you think..."

"Hey, if you want to take action, can you hurry up?" Rogge looked at his ears and looked a little impatient, "Kill someone for a while, Harry, don't you dare?"

"Me?" Harry's face froze and he was speechless. He didn't know how to respond to Rogge's question.

"Do you need me to teach you?" Rogge had a sneer on his lips.

Harry gritted his teeth, feeling conflicted. Although he wanted to refute Rogge, his mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't open it. In fact, he also wanted to hear what kind of advice Rogge would give.

Rogge mocked: "Your father James paid the price for his stupidity. As an equally stupid Black, just use the dismemberment curse."

"If you don't feel relieved to kill him with a magic spell, you can try using a transformation spell to turn the thing on hand into a dagger." Rogge threw a candle casually, "This will also work, stab it into his neck. Then, twist your wrist and pull it out. Remember, you must move slowly, so you will hear, swish..."

Harry was obviously frightened by Rogge's imitation of the blood spurting sound, and his body shivered involuntarily. He had never thought of doing this. The spikes on the candle flickered with a dark gray light, and he swallowed, feeling sick.

The blood boiled by hatred lost its power under Rogge's cynicism, and was replaced by a sense of powerlessness. The passion in Harry's heart subsided, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly.

"Oh, is it better to call you kind or cowardly?" Rogge turned his attention to Weasley, or to be precise, Scabbers lying on his shoe.

"Look, Mr. Harry Potter: the savior of the wizarding world, the great wizard who killed Voldemort. He is so kind and can show mercy to the murderer who killed his parents. What do you have to be afraid of? A slight smile appeared on Rogge's lips, "Maybe if you kneel down and beg for mercy, he can forgive you."

"After all, the Secret Keeper's plan was changed by Black and James without authorization. You are just a poor bastard, the scapegoat chosen by them."

Hearing Rogge's low and gloomy voice, several people in the room felt a chill hit their foreheads. Weasley didn't understand why Roger said such things to him, but something seemed to flash through Harry's mind.

"Get out of the way, Ron!" he suddenly yelled, pulling Weasley to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Banban immediately ran away from the door. Just then, a pair of wrinkled black leather shoes appeared at the door, almost stepping on its tail.

"Peter, come out." Lupine broke away from the phantom spell, and the wand in his hand flashed with dangerous sparks.

Harry's eyes flashed and he asked, "Animagus?"

Lupine said nothing and motioned for Harry to let go of Black. Under his threat, Banban had to flee back into the house.

He locked the wooden door and walked towards Blake, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "Blake, look what you are like now? The madness in your heart will one day be exposed."

"Don't you know the madness within you best? Remus." Black responded. The two looked at each other and smiled, and Lupine immediately pulled Black up.

Black looked at Lupin with an indescribable emotion in his voice: "You have been watching here, right?"

"Of course, I have been here. Ever since Rogge came in, I have been quietly watching everything that happened here." Lupine nodded and glanced at the magic projector at Rogge's hand. The flickering light on it seemed to be Tell something.

"Professor." Harry's voice was loud and urgent, interrupting their reminiscence: "What on earth is going on? What does the secret keeper in Rogge's mouth mean? And Scabbers, it is really an Animag. Si?"

He looked at Lupine with suspicion. At this moment, he actually felt that Rogge was more harmless than Lupine.

"A plan, Harry." Black picked up the wand and looked at him with a smile, "In order to prevent Voldemort from finding your parents' residence, James and I made a temporary decision to change the secret keeper to Peter Pettigrew..."

"To be precise, two unlearned Gryffindor graduates arrogantly tampered with the tradition of the Loyalty Curse." Rogge interjected, with obvious provocation in his tone: "The price is to make you become orphan."

Black and Lupine turned back at the same time, their gazes like swords seeming to poke holes in Rogge's body.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, you continue." Rogge shrugged and yawned sleepily.

After an awkward silence, everyone turned their attention back to Blake. He looked at Ron and said, "Peter is not dead. I really want to thank you. Ron Weasley, right?"

"Me?" Ron retreated to the corner in fear. He didn't know why Blake wanted to thank him.

Blake took out a crumpled newspaper from his robe, smoothed it gently and showed it to everyone: "This newspaper has a report about your family's trip to Egypt, and he is also in it."

"Me?" Ron pointed at himself doubtfully.

"It's not you, it's your mouse!" Black shook his head violently, why would Harry be friends with such a stupid wizard.

"The first time I saw the photo in Azkaban, I recognized it as Peter Pettigrew. So I escaped, in order to catch him and avenge your parents!" Black looked at Harry, his eyes Determined as iron.

"Peter, he's not dead? He's an Animagus!" Harry's eyes widened, looking at the mouse in Ron's arms, and then said: "You sneaked into Hogwarts not for me, but to catch it. ? But aren’t there only seven Animagus in the UK?”

"That's right!" Black nodded, appreciating Harry's quick response: "Harry, you are indeed as sharp as your father James. There are 7 registered Animagus. In fact, they can also become Illegal Animagus.”

"Harry, you already know. Now, I'll kill him!" Black roared, reaching out to grab Scabbers, who screamed and got into Ron's arms.

Lupine stopped him in time and shouted: "Sirius, Harry needs the truth!" There was a calm and firm power in his words, reminding his friend that the importance of the truth at this time exceeds revenge.

"He already knows, let me kill him, kill him!" Black roared, watching every desperate struggle of Scabbers in Ron's hands, "I have been waiting for twelve years, and I have been in Azkaban for ten full years. Two years!”

"Same time as Scabbers lived in the Weasley family." Harry murmured in a low voice, looking at Ron involuntarily, with mixed emotions welling up in his heart.

Harry stared at the chirping Scabbers warily and asked, "Ron, is he missing a toe?"

"I, I don't know..." Ron lowered his head, unwilling to look at Scabbers' front paws.

Black shouted eagerly: "Give it to me and I will prove that Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew!"

"Give it to him, Ron!" Harry ordered.

"But……"

"Give it to him!" Harry pointed his wand at Scabbers in Weasley's arms and said in a firm and decisive tone, "I told him to give it to him!"

Ron reluctantly handed Scabbers to Black, and Sirius showed a cruel smile on his lips and said, "Look, it's right here!" He showed Harry Scabbers' broken claws.

"Well, Scabbers might have been killed in a fight with another mouse or something else. It has been in our house for many years..." Ron's voice became lower and lower, and his defense seemed weak. He was shocked and unwilling to accept the truth revealed.

"Idiot!" Black's voice was full of anger. He told Harry the truth of that year. "Just before he transformed, I forced him to have nowhere to escape. He yelled so loudly that the whole street could hear it. The voice said that I betrayed James and Lily."

"Then what?" Blake stared at Spot's eyes, as if he could see the betrayal inside. "Just before I killed you, you blew up the entire street with the wand hidden behind your back. Killed two people around you. Everyone within ten feet then turned into mice and crawled into the gutter. A severed finger was left behind, pretending to be dead..."

Banban remained silent and continued to pretend to be an innocent mouse. Only the trembling of his body revealed the fear in his heart.

"Do we have to force you to show your true colors?" Blake's voice was cold and hard, and his eyes were like burning flames. "Together?" he asked Lupin.

"I think so." Lupine nodded in agreement, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and holding the wand in the other: "Count to 3. 1, 2, 3!"

Both wands emitted blue-white light. After a while, Scabbers was hanging in the air, his little black body twisting wildly... Ron couldn't help but scream... The mouse fell to the ground, and in a burst of dazzling light, Then it returns to human form... In everyone's eyes, it seems like a time-lapse photography of observing the growth of trees.

A human head appeared on the ground, and then its limbs stretched out. But after a while, a man stood where Banban was just now.

The truth finally came out at this moment. Peter Pettigrew did not make an honorable sacrifice, he was a despicable betrayer.

He wrung his hands obscenely, short and dirty. His thin hair was unkempt, and he had a large bald patch on the top of his head. The skin was covered in thick dirt, as dirty as rat fur.

Peter's nose and small eyes still had the characteristics of a mouse. He took a quick look at the exit, and then looked around carefully and quickly.

Harry Potter was looking at him with disbelief, Lupine and Black's eyes were full of anger, and the wands in their hands wanted to kill them at any time. The expression on "Master" Ron's face was both surprised and disgusting. He really couldn't believe that he had slept with an old man for many years.

Peter cast his eyes on the four-poster bed, where lay Roger Travis, the man responsible for his failed escape plan. Roger seemed to be asleep in his bed, but no one knew if he was actually asleep or just waiting for the right moment to intervene again.