Chapter 179

The two of them were in a ward at St. Mungo's Hospital.

Harry and Ron leaned on the bed blankly.

Harry's owl Hedwig stayed quietly in the birdcage, while Ron's mouse Scabbers ran back and forth on the table.

It was so lively that it didn't look like a mouse that had lived for ten years.

After this period of precipitation, Mrs. Molly's mood has stabilized.

She patiently washed and cleaned Harry and Ron.

Creak!

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Alan Mitchell walked in with several Aurors.

"Mrs. Weasley, good morning."

"Good morning, Director Mitchell."

Mrs. Molly responded lightly, without stopping the towel in her hand.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm sure you know about Azkaban."

"During this period, the Aurors will strengthen the protection of Harry and Ron, please don't worry."

Alan Mitchell's polite attitude made Mrs. Molly's expression relieved a lot.

"Do you need my help?"

"Not yet, but in order to prevent Sirius from sneaking in, I hope you can allow me to set up some defensive magic in the ward to protect Harry and Ron from being hurt."

Mrs. Molly nodded without thinking much.

After all, Sirius was able to escape from Azkaban, which had never happened before.

In order to protect Harry and Ron, it is reasonable for the Ministry of Magic to send Aurors to set up some defensive magic.

With Mrs. Molly's permission, Alan signaled to the Aurors who followed him with his eyes.

Several people began to move around the ward.

The ward, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly became a little more crowded after a large group of people poured in.

Allen held the wand and cast defensive spells in various places in the room. While everyone was focusing on setting up spells, he cast a silent stun spell quietly on Peter Pettigrew who was unprepared!

Peter pretended to be a mouse and hid in the corner, which gave Allen an opportunity!

There was no place to hide!

He fell straight to the ground!

Allen stretched out his hand as if unintentionally and put Peter Pettigrew into his sleeve.

He continued to set up defenses in the ward.

After everyone was almost settled, he gave Mrs. Molly a grateful smile.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Weasley."

"Please strengthen your vigilance in the near future and communicate with us at any time if there is any situation."

"They will always be on guard at St. Mungo's Hospital."

"I will." Mrs. Molly just thought that the other party was kind, and her evaluation of Allen Mitchell went up a level in her heart.

"The Ministry of Magic will continue to hunt down Sirius, so I won't stay here any longer."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Weasley."

After saying that, Alan Mitchell left the ward.

...

At the same time.

Lupin and Sirius, who were completely unaware that they were being monitored, had used Apparition to come to the vicinity of St. Mungo's Hospital.

As soon as he landed, Lupin's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Sirius had no wand, and his magic was not at the level of silent and wandless Apparition, so he could only rely on Lupin.

His body was already weak, and he hadn't eaten enough for a few days.

Physical strength and magic consumed a lot.

Sirius quickly changed back to human form and supported Lupin.

"Are you okay? How about we find a place to rest first?"

Lupin reluctantly waved his hand: "I'm a little out of energy, but it's okay."

"Let's go to St. Mungo's Hospital and see if there's any way to get in."

"Let's act separately and meet here at noon!" Sirius finally recovered a little after a night's rest.

Some of his past shadows can be seen.

Without waiting for Lupin's response, he turned into a black dog and ran towards St. Mungo's Hospital.

Lupin wanted to call him, but was worried about attracting the attention of others.

He had no choice but to act according to Sirius's method.

Just as he walked to the gate of St. Mungo's Hospital, a figure he least wanted to see appeared in front of him.

"Snotlout? Why is he here?"

Lupin subconsciously dodged to the corner!

Frowning, quietly observing Snape's movements.

...

On the other side.

After capturing Peter Pettigrew, Alan Mitchell immediately returned to Saint Manor and handed him over to Argus.

"Didn't anyone notice it?" Argus looked at the motionless mouse on the table with interest.

"No, I brought a lot of them in under the pretext of setting up defensive magic, and I was thinking about how to do it without attracting attention."

"In the end, it hid in the corner by itself.

Come, it saves me a lot of effort. "

Alan wanted to ask what the mouse of Argus was for, but seeing that Argus had no intention of speaking, he didn't say anything and left with great vigilance.

Argus picked up the wand and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew on the table.

"Resurrect quickly!"

The white light sprinkled on Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew twitched, and just as he opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong!

Fuck, am I not in the ward?

What are you doing to me!

Is this still St. Mungo's Hospital!

Seeing Argus's half-smile, Peter Pettigrew felt a chill in his heart and turned around to run away.

"Quickly imprison!"

A confinement spell instantly froze Peter Pettigrew in place.

"Let me think, what should I call you..."

"Scabbers?"

"Or... Peter Pettigrew! "

This sentence frightened Peter Pettigrew so much that his hair stood on end!

He tried his best to break free from the restraints and escape.

But he was now a toy in the hands of Argus, and he had no capital to resist.

Argus raised his hand to release him from the restraints. Peter wanted to run, but when he saw Argus's indifferent eyes, he felt a chill in his heart.

Can't run!

You will die!

But he is still trying to make the last effort.

Pretend not to understand!

Try to act like a scared mouse!

Argus sneered: "Should I say you are smart or stupid?"

"In order to survive, I cut off my own fingers and pretended to be a mouse for ten years."

"But don't you know? What kind of mouse can live for ten years? "

Peter Pettigrew's legs were shaking.

He couldn't even lie to himself now!

It was obvious that the other party knew his identity and even knew him clearly!

The fear in his heart had reached an indescribable level. He fled desperately.