Inertia is a pretty scary thing.

When Alan knew the location of all the known Horcruxes, he completely lost his sense of expectation about Wormtail's hometown - of course, this can't all be blamed on Alan, the teacher gave out the sample papers before the exam, who still has a painful review of non-focused...

Wormtail is not a peerless master, Alan makes it possible to win with one hand, do you still expect to find some peerless cheats from Wormtail's home?

What kind of international joke, the copies have been crushed, can you still explode the demand for equipment?

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't follow the strategy and only did the main party - for Dumbledore, every clue could be the last straw to defeat Voldemort, no matter how careful he was, especially since Wormtail was one of the people who followed Voldemort before his resurrection, it is very likely that he would find some favorable materials from his home.

As it turned out, Dumbledore was right.

In order to prevent damage to the scene, Alan carefully examined his surroundings before moving the armchair near the fireplace—and in this careful inspection, Alan soon discovered many extremely minor clues that he had missed earlier.

For example, from the barely visible footprints of the armchair to the door, there were relatively fresh, small footprints, which Alan could clearly recognize, although they were excellently concealed: they were a string of rat footprints.

There's no doubt that Wormtail had returned to his home in a rat state, and it should have been within six months—even Alan wouldn't have been able to tell from the dust for a little longer.

With a flick of his finger, a faint gust of wind blew out of Alan's fingers, and then blew away the dust on the footprints, revealing something more.

"Three times, or more—" Alan whispered, his fingers touching the ground, the dust froze as if the water had met extreme cold, and quickly spread throughout the room, and the dust that would have danced at the slightest movement would not have brought up smoke and dust at the moment.

Stepping on the solidified dust, Alan cautiously walked to the side of the armchair and observed it carefully—the dust on the armchair seemed to have been forgotten and worn, and I don't know if someone had forgotten it or said that he didn't want to put the dust on it.

Although there was a permanent dust-proof spell on the chair, Alan recognized the crappiness of the spell at a glance - it had been left for about half a year at most, and it didn't feel like it was old at all, and it was too bad compared to the chair.

"Good job, Alan. Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and it was clear that the Headmaster had his eyes on the chair as well, and quickly judged the difference in the chair.

Dumbledore's glasses then glowed thoughtfully, and his eyes began to look at the chair from his head, and he even poked the back of the chair slightly with his wand, his face full of contemplation.

"There is no doubt that Peter has returned. Dumbledore said in a decisive tone.

"And if I'm not mistaken, he must have sat on top of it for a long time before he remembered to disguise it, and I had examined the fireplace, which I had recently burned, and it was evident that Peter had been in this armchair for a long time against the flame of the fireplace. ”

"But, Headmaster, what's the use of that?" Harry looked puzzled, apparently not knowing the use of studying the actions of a dead man.

"Great, Harry - you know, apart from Voldemort, even the most vicious people have a tender side to their hearts, and our Peter has obviously left his most vulnerable time here, and I don't think our actions have any effect, Alan, have you found that hidden thing?"

"Of course, Headmaster. Alan said as he tapped his wand on the thick cushion of the armchair, a huge mouth opened, and a large stack of parchment flew out at the command of Allen's wand.

"What is this?"

"It's a confession or a note or something, or I don't think this kind of thing would have been here. Alan didn't even look at it, and directly made a qualitative of what was inside.

It didn't take any information for Alan to figure out why Wormtail was stuffing these things here.

There is only one person left who can guard the fireplace in Wormtail's house and take the old man in the armchair for a long time - Wormtail's mother.

The mother of Wormtail, who was used by Ron to illustrate the danger of Sirius, was only able to return it with the Merlin Medal and a finger (which was the largest remains ever found), and for this, Sirius was the boss of public opinion.

Wormtail owes Harry a favor and lets Harry go in the center of the hunt for the future, and ends up taking his own life - and how much does he owe his mother?

In particular, Wormtail has never been a staunch Death Eater, and he knows very well that he is doing the wrong thing, and is not like Barty Jr., who is completely loyal to Voldemort - he has long been informed of his mother's death while lurking in Ron's house, but he can't get out of it and send his mother on her last journey.

And after escaping from Azkaban, and even after taking care of Voldemort to give him a chance to resurrect, he returned to England with plenty of time to return to the place where he grew up, and to meditate quietly by the fireplace on his mother's favorite chaise longue.

Therefore, even in order for his conscience not to be condemned so much, he must have an account—that thick stack of notes-like things should be all his records of his mistakes, and Alan believes that at this time, Wormtail's plan will not lie.

——

The handwriting on the parchment was sloppy, and even a few of them were just ordinary muggle paper instead of the parchment used by wizards, so it is conceivable that the wormtail must have been very eager when writing these things, which further assured the truth of the matter.

Glancing again to make sure no one else had moved, Alan clicked a ball of light again, making the light brighter, and began to read the parchment.

"I'm back - sorry.

Even at the last minute, I didn't have the courage to return, and I had to take refuge in my own home for a little at this moment when I had fled from Azkaban in a hurry.

I'm not a hero, and I don't deserve that badge, but I'm really scared, he killed so many people at that time, no one can stop me, I'm blocked, they threaten me, what can I do? He's the best dark wizard!"

"Phew," Sirius spat out, if it weren't for the Worm Tail singing a cool song a long time ago, it is estimated that Sirius would not even talk about the book now, and went directly with his wand to chase and kill the insect tail all over the world.

"Originally, I thought that atonement in Azkaban would also be a good choice - anyway, I've been a mouse for so long, and it won't hurt much in Azkaban, however, I still didn't hold back and escaped from there, compared to Azkaban, I'd rather take rat tonic every day!"

Sirius's nose snorted, but he quickly suppressed it, and Sirius's temper was still able to hold back when the worm's tail hung up.

"I didn't think anything about it when I escaped, but now I realize what's terrible about the problem - that Black guy will never let me go, and that little imp at Hogwarts is even more terrifying than seeing the man... ”

"Why are you stunned, keep looking, what are you doing with me?" Alan rolled his eyes angrily and flipped through the first piece of parchment.

"I have no choice, I have no choice but to look for him, neither the Ministry of Magic nor the Hogwarts side, now they only want my life, they won't even think about Azkaban!"

It can only be said that he is very self-aware, but this excuse is quite nonsense, and the long section behind it is nothing more than how terrifying Sirius is at Hogwarts, Dumbledore wants to kill him, how big the descendants of Azkaban are and other boring news, anyway, there is no use for eggs.

Anyway, it's still the same old routine, dumping the pot on others, and I'm just an innocent poor little henchman who is persecuted, a harmless child...

"He's even lied to himself, that bastard!" Sirius muttered angrily, but considering that the person had already played GG, he chose to stabilize his temper.

Turning over the words of self-deception without any nutrition, Alan turned to the second part of the article, which was written on ordinary paper.

"I can't believe it - I never imagined that he would be so weak and even lose his body, if I had known in advance that he was so weak, I might have given up risking my life to escape from Azkaban, he had completely lost his formidable frightening powers, but it was still terrifying... “

"I am so disgusted with what I am doing, and yet I have to take care of the guy I want to strangle to death - if it weren't for the fact that they would still throw me into Azkaban or even kill me indiscriminately, maybe I would have chosen to send the Lord to the Ministry of Magic because he was too weak. ”

"Surprisingly, he recovered so much faster than I thought, and even in his toddler state, he gave me the same fear as before - and even worse, he told me that he had a mysterious magic that could bring him back to life, and that when he regained all his strength, he would regain what he had lost... ”

"I'm scared, I feel like I'm opening a demon's cage, but at the moment I can't turn back... ”

followed by a bunch of helpless justifications for himself, anyway, Alan felt that Wormtail was very set, and he launched a ruthless attack, even deceiving himself.

After a slight sweep, the content of the second article was turned over.

"We're back again, it's still London, and we've found a good helper here, which the Lord found out when he caught a witch in the woods and tortured the Ministry of Magic, much to the delight of the Lord, because he felt that he had found a good helper.

。。。

To be honest, it was quite scary for a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic to take action, and I almost messed up the whole thing, but it was the adult who brought the problem out at the most critical time, and we got a lot of stuff - a lot of money to buy raw materials, a steady stream of information from the Ministry of Magic, a helper who could make sure that we wouldn't expose anything when we used the Imperius Curse, and it made our plans go a little bit forward.

。。。

Little Barty is not even inferior to Blake and Jaime in intelligence, and his plans are simply outrageous—"

"Bah, you filthy idiot!" Sirius stomped his foot over the section, regaining his relaxation in Dumbledore's relieved eyes.

"Infiltrate the schoolyard, capture Harry, and use his blood to complete his resurrection - God, that lord is too demanding, but little Barty still changed the whole plan with a fanatical face, to bring Harry out under the protection of Dumbledore, I don't know why, I keep thinking of that little ghost, he is so terrifying, I think he has a good chance of ruining our whole plan. ”

A long list of plans, nothing more than the previous one, but in the original setting, Harry should have been brought out in the final game, and it was clear that the death of Wormtail had changed too much, which led them to take a great risk of getting Harry over early - and then being hung up and beaten...

What a sad story.

However, judging from the current information, these diaries are of no use - all the information they can provide is what Alan knows, and if this is the only thing, it is really not worth the time that Alan and them spend so long on archaeology, after all, the things that Wormtail uses to justify are the existence of spicy eyes.

Fortunately, there is one last record.

"My suspicions weren't false, even the haughty Barty Jr., who dismissed my claims before he set out, and after infiltrating Hogwarts, re-informed that things had changed. As a result, our intelligence and planning need to be greatly improved.

Sadly, I was forced to go back to Hogwarts and have a regular exchange of information with Barty Jr. - I didn't want to do that at all, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.

The Lord even used the power of what he called the Rats in the Gutter, and personally tricked several black marketeers with great access - in the words of the Lords, the fallen souls could be dragged in with little effort, but they were cowardly enough to help us plan it, compared to the Death Eaters, they were a bunch of crows who would only pick up food from behind... “

Seems like something?

Alan flipped over with a smile, then glanced at it, stunned...