Chapter 179: Ten Years of Ratdom, Finally Exposed

St. Mungo's Hospital ward.

Harry and Ron leaned on the bed blankly.

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

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

Mrs. Molly's mood had stabilized after this period of precipitation.

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 believe you also 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 much more relaxed.

"Do you need my help?"

"Not yet, but 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 was reasonable for the Ministry of Magic to send Aurors to set up some defensive magic.

With Mrs. Molly's permission, Alan signaled 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 bit more crowded after a large group of people poured in.

Alan took the wand and released defensive spells in various places in the room. While everyone's attention was on setting up spells, a silent coma spell quietly attacked the unprepared Peter Pettigrew!

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

There was no place to hide!

Fell straight on the spot!

Alan seemed to reach out his hand unintentionally and put Peter Pettigrew into his sleeve.

Continue to set up defenses in the ward.

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

"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 Alan Mitchell in her heart went up a level.

"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 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 were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Sirius didn't have a wand, and his magic didn't reach the level of silent and wandless Apparition, so he could only rely on Lupin alone.

His body was weak to begin with, 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: "My physical strength is a bit low, it's okay."

"Let's go to St. Mungo's Hospital and see if there is 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 the shadows of the past can be seen.

Without waiting for Lupin's response, he turned into a black dog and ran towards the direction of 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 catching Peter Pettigrew, Alan Mitchell immediately returned to the Saint Manor and handed him over to Argus.

"No one noticed 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 still thinking about how to do it without attracting attention."

"In the end, it hid in the corner by itself, saving me a lot of effort."

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

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 as soon as he opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong!

Damn, wasn't I in the ward?

What the hell is this for!

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!

Try your best to break free and escape.

But now he is just a toy in the hands of Argus, and he has 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!

Will die!

But he is still trying to make the last effort.

Pretend not to understand!

Try to play 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 deceive himself now!

The other party clearly knew his identity and even touched him clearly!

The fear in his heart has reached an irreplaceable level. He desperately fled out, rolling and crawling.