Chapter 227 Rashomon

Aurors just want to do as they are told, but Peter Pettigrew uses them as a lifeline.

"He's here to kill me again!" Peter Pettigrew suddenly pointed at Blake and screamed, using his middle finger because his index finger was broken. "He killed Lily and James, and now he wants to kill me... You are Aurors, you must help me..."

Black's unfathomable eyes stared at Peter Pettigrew, his face looking more skeletal than before.

"No one is going to kill you as long as we are here," Tonks said, "but we need to get some things straight."

"Get this straight?" screamed Peter Pettigrew, looking around hastily again and catching sight of the whomping willow. "I know he's chasing me! I know he's coming back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years year!”

"Did you know that Sirius would escape from Azkaban?" Tonks said with a frown, "Hasn't no one ever escaped before?"

"He has dark magic that the rest of us can only dream of!" screamed Pettigrew. "How else could he have gotten out of there? I guess He Who Can't Even Be Named taught him some tricks!"

Peter Pettigrew shouted heartbreakingly, and this seemed to make sense.

But the middle-aged wizard thought of what happened before departure.

He was on duty in the Auror office when he suddenly saw Tonks rushing in and loudly announcing that there was an urgent mission.

After receiving the equipment, they left the office and saw Deputy Director Jaina reporting news to Minister of Magic Fudge in the corridor:

"There is good news, Minister, someone found Sirius Black near Hogwarts. But there was an accident. The reporter also found that Peter Pettigrew was still alive. There seemed to be something fishy about what happened back then - -Mr. Crouch may have made a big mistake."

"So what do you mean?"

He would never forget Fudge's expression at that time,

It was an expression that changed from astonishment to ecstasy, and finally to a calm expression of forced suppressed joy.

"I think the capture mission should be carried out by Aurors, not Dementors," was Ms. Proudmoore's answer. "Perhaps we can learn some truths that were not discovered back then."

"

Fudge nodded in agreement.

Presumably Fudge, like him, realized the problem after hearing about this incident: Peter Pettigrew had too many loopholes.

In his opinion, the truth of the matter may be just the opposite - Peter Pettigrew was the one who blew up a street and killed the Potters, and Sirius was the victim.

If Sirius had been sentenced during Fudge's tenure,

Then the Minister of Magic will never agree to overturn the verdict.

But the fact is just the opposite. Fudge's judgment on Sirius had nothing to do with him. The person directly responsible at the time was Barty Crouch Sr., then director of the Department of Legal Enforcement.

Overturning the verdict only hit him in the face,

Due to his outstanding contributions during Voldemort's rampage, Barty Crouch Sr. was quite prestigious in the Ministry of Magic. He was once a strong competitor for the Minister of Magic. It was not until his son was discovered to be a Death Eater that he lost his chance to become the Minister. Opportunity.

But even so, his prestige is still there, and he is Fudge's major political enemy.

Now that the deputy director of the Department of Legal Enforcement is ready to attack the former director, Fudge naturally wants to follow suit.

"Voldemort, teach me a move?" Black laughed when he heard this, even though there was an Auror pointing his wand at him.

A terrible, joyless laughter filled the space.

Pettigrew flinched when Black called him by his first name, as if he had been whipped.

"What? Afraid of hearing your old master's name?" said Black. "I don't blame you, Peter. Those who worked for him didn't like you very much, did they?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, Sirius..." Peter Pettigrew muttered, sweating faster, and now his whole face was covered in sweat.

"You haven't been avoiding me for twelve years," Black said. "You've been avoiding Voldemort's former supporters. I heard some things in Azkaban."

His words were so gloomy that Peter couldn't help but shudder.

"Peter... they all thought you were dead, or you have to give them an explanation... I heard them screaming in my sleep, saying all kinds of things. It sounded like They seem to think that the liar has deceived them. Voldemort went to Potter's house based on your information..."

Speaking of this, Blake looked at Peter with blazing anger.

Snape on the side also looked at the dwarf with cold eyes,

"It's a pity that Voldemort failed there. It's all your responsibility. Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, right? There are still many here, waiting for the opportunity, pretending that they have realized their mistakes . . . If they get wind of it. Knowing you're alive, Peter. . . ."

"I don't know...what are you talking about..." Peter Pettigrew said again, his voice shriller than before.

He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up at the Aurors, "You won't believe this... these crazy words..."

But the Aurors missed his gaze and looked at Tonks one after another.

Although the girl is very young, she is the leader in this trip.

"I must admit, Peter, that I cannot understand why an innocent man would spend twelve years as a rat," Tonks said calmly.

"I'm innocent, but I'm terrified!" Peter Pettigrew screamed. "If Voldemort's supporters are after me, it's because I sent one of their most capable men to Azkaban." There’s that spy [Sirius Black!”

Blake's face was twisted with anger.

"How dare you!" he growled, sounding a lot like the bear-like dog he had transformed into.

"I, Voldemort's spy? When have I ever curry favor with someone stronger and more powerful than me? And you - I don't understand why I didn't see that you were a treacherous person from the beginning. You always like friends who are stronger than you. Okay. Let them take care of you, right? It used to be us... me and Dianping... and James..."

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breathing almost out of breath.

"I? Spy? You must be crazy... I never... don't understand how you can say such a thing..."

"Lily and James asked you to be the secret keeper after listening to my stupid suggestion." Blake said through gritted teeth, speaking so fiercely that Peter Pettigrew couldn't help but flinch a little.

"I thought it was the most perfect plan... it was a clever trick... Voldemort would definitely come after me, and I would never have thought that they would take advantage of someone as weak and stupid as you... You tell me Voldemort said, you can hand over the Potters to him, that moment must be the most proud moment in your poor life."

Blake was almost swallowed by regret, choked with sobs and unable to speak.

Professor Snape's face on the ground turned livid, and he hated Peter Pettigrew almost more than Black.

Of course Snape hated Sirius, their nasty pranks, his arrogance and absurdity, and even more for betraying Lily - but at the same time, he also knew that the little emperor was arrogant and he did not bother to lie. .

The person who knows you best is your opponent.

At first, Sirius did not defend himself, let alone cry out for injustice, but accepted the punishment of being imprisoned in Azkaban. This led Snape to believe that he was the culprit - which fit his character perfectly.

But now he finally understood that it was not his confession out of pride, but out of some stupid self-blame.

The main target of his revenge is someone else.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to want to argue, but Levin was already impatient with the drama between the two.

"Actually, there is another way that can let us know the truth quickly." Levin suggested bluntly.

Tonks cast her gentle eyes on the boy beside her. As expected, only he could discover the truth of the past.

"In fact, the easiest way is to use magic means, either Veritaserum or reading memories - I suggest the latter, because it is more intuitive.

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his arms, which contained a ball of silver substance.

The well-informed Auror recognized it immediately, it was a memory.

"This is Blake's memory. He provided it voluntarily in order to gain my trust." Levin slightly modified his words without revealing Blake's original folly.

Sirius gave him a grateful look.

"Next, as long as we get Peter Pettigrew's and compare them with each other, the truth will naturally come to light.

"The law generally does not recognize this kind of evidence that may have been tampered with," Tonks thought for a moment and said, "But this matter is an exception. The fact that Pettigrew is alive itself is the biggest evidence."

"But there is a problem," Levin suddenly said, "He is not Black who wants to prove his innocence. If he is really the murderer, he probably will not cooperate. It will be very difficult to retrieve the memory."

Having said this, he said meaningfully: "I think I need some help."

Then, the hoarse voice he was waiting for sounded.

"Maybe I can provide some help."