Chapter 150 Peter Pettigrew

The faint scent of agarwood permeated the silent room.

It was pitch black here, with only a faint glimmer emanating from the crystal ball on the table.

In the transparent crystal, there seemed to be a foggy thing that kept changing its shape, making it hard to figure out.

Wearing a loose black robe and a hood covering most of her face, Silk always wore the same outfit.

She had been sitting here, looking at the crystal ball on the table for a whole day, but the fate in the crystal ball was still unpredictable and had not been determined for a long time.

This was a very rare phenomenon.

She was just a fortune teller, not a prophet, so there were times when she couldn't see clearly.

But this time she saw something, but this thing was constantly changing.

In just one day, it had changed into tens of thousands of possibilities, which was more confusing than the previous divinations that were covered by fog and could only vaguely see part of the illusion.

At this moment, a green flame suddenly lit up in the cold fireplace, and the flame formed the face of a middle-aged witch.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Fortune Teller Silk, but the director said he wants you to come over for something." Silk said coldly.

"About what?"

"The memory tracing team has completed the decoding of Fiddlesticks' memory. They have found out the reason why the fear demon wants to escape, and they have also found out the origin of the locket on your friend."

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Hogwarts, Forbidden Forest.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at this scene in disbelief.

The notorious murderer who betrayed Harry's parents, joined Voldemort, and now escaped from prison to kill Harry, actually colluded with the two most trusted defense professors and raised his wand at them!

"No! This is not a real professor!" Hermione cried with tears in her eyes, shaking her head.

Ron opened his mouth, subconsciously holding Scabbers tightly in his hand, and was stunned for a long time without saying a word.

The expression on Harry's face had completely collapsed.

He recalled the past with Sherlock, taking him to travel in France, spending his birthday with him even when he was busy at the Ministry of Magic, and even catching a Dementor to teach him the Patronus Charm.

So was Professor Forrest a disguise?

Now he showed his true face?

Is he also a lackey of the Dark Lord?

At this moment, Harry thought a lot, and he felt as if he had been betrayed by the whole world.

Just when the expressions on the faces of the three people were all stagnant, Sherlock waved gently, and Ron, Hermione and their wands all flew up for no reason and finally fell into his hands.

Harry's wand was not taken away by him because he held it too tightly.

"Why, Professor? Why do you want to help Black?" Harry raised the wand in his hand and asked with tears in his eyes.

But Sherlock waved at him and told him to stand aside and not make trouble.

"Don't add drama to yourself, Harry. We are not here to catch you. Stand aside with Hermione and don't delay us."

Hearing his words, Harry noticed that Sherlock and the other three had not pointed their wands at him from beginning to end, but had been aiming at Ron!

"Don't delay! Catch him quickly! I can't wait any longer!" Sirius said anxiously.

The three of them were surrounding Ron in a double-team, leaving Harry and Hermione aside.

The despair on Harry's face froze, and he looked at Sherlock and the others blankly.

Ron's expression changed from shock at the beginning to despair now.

He subconsciously held Scabbers tightly in his hand, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and dared not let go even if it screamed and bit wildly!

"Your target is me!" Ron shouted in disbelief, "What did I do?"

Lupin's eyes were fixed on the mouse in Ron's hand, and his voice was still gentle.

"No, Ron, don't be nervous. We are not here to find Harry or you. Give me the mouse in your hand. Hold it tight and hand it to me."

His words shocked Ron, Hermione and Harry.

"Scabbers." Ron held the mouse tighter, "What do you want with it! It's just a poor old mouse!"

Black's face was full of impatience. Seeing his enemy right in front of him, he couldn't wait any longer.

He walked forward quickly, pretending to take Scabbers from Ron's hand, but Lupin stopped him.

"We have to explain it to them, Sirius! They have the right to know everything!"

"We can explain it later!"

"Petrified."

A sudden spell stopped Lupin and Sirius from arguing.

They looked at Sherlock, who was slowly putting down his wand, and then at Ron, who was breathing heavily but was not petrified.

Finally, they fixed their eyes on Scabbers, who was struggling desperately just now, but now was as still as a sculpture, and could only keep rolling his eyes.

"You are too slow. I also think we can explain it to Harry and the others first, but before explaining, we need to do some preventive work."

Sherlock shrugged and said to Harry and the others at the same time.

"So do you want to hear a story? If you want to listen, sit down honestly and listen to Lupin and Sirius. And Ron, you can stop holding Scabbers so tightly now, otherwise you will accidentally strangle him to death, and Sirius will vent his hatred on you."

Harry shook his head, still with an unbelievable look on his face, and kept talking.

"I can't understand... I still can't understand... Black is obviously a murderer, he killed my parents... The whole wizarding world is looking for him, why are you with them, professor... and have to deal with Ron's pet!"

"Because he is not a mouse at all!" Sirius sneered.

"He is an Animagus." Lupin said calmly, "His name is Peter Pettigrew."

"You are all crazy!" Ron thought they were talking crazy.

Even Hermione said weakly: "Ridiculous!"

Sherlock did not participate in their storytelling time, because he seemed to hear some sound at this time, "tick-tick", but he couldn't find it.

Lupin and Sirius were telling Harry and the others the true story of the year. Harry and the other three had doubts at the beginning, and after the two of them answered their doubts bit by bit, they gradually began to believe what they said.

"......It was in this forbidden forest that Lupin and Sherlock caught me. I told them the whole truth. In the end, they believed me and helped me catch Peter!"

When Sirius spoke, his eyes never left the mouse in Ron's hand.

He had spent more than ten years in Azkaban, and after escaping from prison, he evaded pursuit and searched for a whole year. Now the enemy was right in front of him!

He was not a very patient person, and now he could not hold back.

"Then how can you make us believe you?" Harry asked, staring into Sirius' eyes.

In fact, he now believed what he said, but he still needed a solid evidence in front of him.

"It's easy to get evidence." Sirius stretched out his hand to Ron.

"Give him to me, kid, now."

Ron's face was very panicked. In fact, he had already believed what the adults said in his heart, but he dared not believe it because of his long relationship with Scabbers.

Lupin said softly.

"Think about it, Ron, how long has this mouse lived in your house? Would a normal mouse live that long?"

"We have been taking good care of it!"

"But he behaved very abnormally at the beginning of this semester, right? After hearing that Black escaped from Azkaban."

"If I gave it to you, what would you do with it?" Ron asked Lupin nervously.

"Force him to show his true form." Lupin said, "If it is really a mouse, it won't hurt it."

Ron hesitated, and then he finally handed over Scabbers.

Scabbers was hit by Sherlock's petrification spell at this time, his body was stiff and motionless, but his little eyes showed human fear and despair.

Lupin grabbed him in his hand, and Sirius's slightly moist eyes showed a fiery light.

They raised their wands.

"Want to join us? Sherlock." Lupin invited him

Sherlock also pointed his wand at Scabbers.

"Revelation spell?"

"Yes, it works very well on Animagus."

Lupin said, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and holding the wand in the other: "I'll count to three. One, two, three!"

All three wands emitted a blue-white light. After about a minute, Scabbers was suspended in mid-air, and the petrification spell seemed to be lifted. Its black body twisted wildly.

The mouse fell down and landed on the grass. There was another dazzling flash, and then it was like a fast-moving shot of watching trees grow.

A head appeared on the ground, and limbs stretched out. A moment later, a wizard stood where Scabbers had just been, cringing and wringing his hands!

This man was short, not much taller than Harry and Hermione, and his thin light hair was unkempt and there was a large bald spot on his head.

He looked like an obese person who had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. His skin looked dirty, almost the same as Scabbers' fur, and his pointed nose and watery eyes were still mouse-like.

The moment Peter appeared, Sherlock used the binding spell.

The rope created by magic entangled Peter, cutting off any possibility of his escape!