The more timid the guy, the more he can seize every chance of escape.

There was no doubt that Wormtail resembled his Animagus in both guts and character, so that, even if it was just a little bit of confusion, he grabbed the little gap like a real mouse and slipped out.

However, what he didn't expect at all was that such chaos didn't leave him enough time at all - even if Lupin transformed, he was still easily subdued.

Under Allen's gaze, the little mouse he transformed into was frozen in place as if it had been under a petrification spell, and then slowly recovered to its original state, with a hint of an apologetic smile on its face, and finally, without saying a word, slowly paced towards the place where he had fled earlier.

Although he had a kind of luck at that time, he could escape if he ran away, but, deep down, a voice kept reminding him - he can't run, he can't run, if he takes another step, then his fate may be worse than death!

Driven by this thought, he walked towards Eren and the others, and then put on the shackles he had broken free from in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Sirius, who had checked Lupin's injuries and looked at him with a look of disgust, looked at him with disgust, as if he had seen a big dung egg thrown into the hallway, "Peter, I swear, if you do this dangerous behavior again, then even if Harry asks for it, I will have to send you to the cemetery instead of Azkaban." ”

However, there was no trace of shame on Wormtail's face, and his face was miserable as if he had just been hurt by something, and he had the pitiful expression of a victim - but whenever his eyes looked at Harry, the flattering expression could not be taken back.

Obviously, this mouse knows very well who he depends on to survive at this moment.

However, this look didn't affect Alan in the slightest, he looked at Wormtail, looked at the guy carefully, and then gave orders to Harry.

"Harry, Ron, turn your head over now, just for a moment. ”

"Oh-no, no, you promised, I won't be running away, Harry, Harry!" Wormtail began to call for help as if he had been overwhelmed.

"Don't worry, Harry, I won't kill him, I have no intention of killing him today, I just need a little bit of action, trust me. Alan looked at Harry and explained slightly—and then, as he wished, Harry's head and Ron turned at the same time.

The insect tail, which was still groveling, collapsed directly on the ground, his expression full of despair - when Allen's gaze came, he seemed to be burned by something, and his body shrank back directly.

Allen's eyes finally focused on his right hand, and he whispered a sentence that no one present could hear clearly: "Servant's meat, voluntary donation?"

He laughed, his wand slid away, and the next moment, a cloud of healing magic hit Wormtail's right hand, and at the same time as the magic rang out, there was a scream, and Peter rolled directly on the ground, leaving a broken piece of flesh on the ground.

However, when he endured the pain and looked at the wound, he found that there was not a trace of blood, and the place where the hand should have been was bare, as if it had been injured years ago.

Although it looked a little torturous, no one including Harry, who turned his head, objected - whether it was the previous revelation of the truth or the guy's attempt to escape, it made everyone present sick.

Even the person himself did not express any protest after the pain was relieved - he was able to give up his fingers for his life, gave up his friends, and then willingly gave up his palm, so now this hand broke early is not a big problem.

Especially when his hand was broken, he felt that the feeling that he would be killed disappeared, and Wormtail's heart even relaxed a little - it was obvious that saving his life made him happier than losing a hand.

If it weren't for the fact that Allen had been too much of a deterrent to him, he would even have expressed his heartfelt thanks to Allen at this moment for personally breaking his hand.

——

"Alright, let's go. Alan put away his wand, his eyes calming again, and suggested to Harry.

However, a small problem arose - after Lupin turned into a werewolf (and he was still trying to gnaw on the vines), the team was already running out of transporters.

Because Lupin had to move, Professor Snape had to move, and Wormtail needed to be guarded—and apparently Harry and the others couldn't do that kind of work, and Sirius couldn't do that much work alone.

So, Eren directly loosened the shackles of the worm's tail, and said in a cold tone: "Go to the front of the team and lead the way, let's go to the castle to find Dumbledore next, and then hand you over to Azkaban." ”

However, such an order to send the other party to sell did not receive any protest, and he obediently walked at the front of the line and stood still, without even making a big move.

As for Professor Snape - Alan barely made a stretcher out of rattan for Harry and Ron to lift, and barely got the professor out of the situation of being carried by Sirius at will.

As for Lupin, who is not very peaceful, he entrusted it to Sirius - even if something goes wrong and he gets out of the vine, Sirius can make him stable and not do any damage in a short period of time - it is worth mentioning that even if Professor Lupin is constantly struggling, Sirius is still in control steadily, not to mention bumping and bumping, not even too much shaking...

Not only that, but in the process, he was able to distract himself from Harry, talk about his happy past with Jaime and Lupin, and pat his old friend on the shoulder through the vines as he spoke.

Unfortunately, the atmosphere was too happy, and Harry's hopes were raised infinitely high in the chat—for some creatures, it was undoubtedly a boiling pot of smoking hot pot at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, surrounded by a feast of shrimp slips, lamb rolls, pork red, and a series of other side dishes.

This was an irresistible temptation for them to go hungry almost every day because of their duty at Hogwarts - especially since Dumbledore strictly forbade them to enter the school during the day and be close to the castle at night.

As if the high school dormitory students heard the bell for the last class at twelve o'clock in the afternoon and the teacher's order to end class, the entire Hogwarts Dementor defense line collapsed and then rushed towards the cafeteria like an avalanche.