"And what am I supposed to look like?!" Ron looked at Harry indifferently.

Harry froze, he didn't know how to answer the other man, tears streaming down his cheeks, uncontrollably.

"Ron!" Hermione called softly, tears rolling in her eyes.

Her memories go back to the afternoon when Ron accused Crookshank of eating Spots, also in the common room, and Ron was horrible as he was to blame himself and then fight with Aven. Ron was very abnormal at that time, but his current expression made Hermione feel unfamiliar like never before.

"I saved you last night, I exposed a murderous werewolf, I'm a hero!" Ron didn't look at Hermione, he stared at Harry, his dull voice revealing unprecedented determination.

"Hero?!" Harry and Hermione were stunned for a moment, wondering why Ron would say that.

"Yes, I'm a hero, but you're telling me now that I'm not like that?!" Ron didn't look like he was being controlled by the Imperius Curse at all, he shouted angrily as if he had been treated unjustly, "What do you think I am?

"Ron, I'm not," Harry said sadly.

"That's enough, Harry!" Ron wrenched away from Harry's hands, "I don't have anything to say to you, I know you all look down on me! ”

"Catch Sirius Black?!" Hermione took a half step back, looking scared, an ominous premonition rising from within, and she asked in a panic, "What do you want to do?"

"Do what a hero should do!"

"I won't let you go until you're sober. Harry tugged at Ron's robe again, "Wake up, Ron, think about the last three years we've had"

Before Harry could finish speaking, two thick red lights flashed through the dormitory, striking Harry and Hermione, respectively. The two men fell to the ground, lying motionless. Seeing Harry Hermione fainting on the ground, Ron seemed to hesitate, he moved slightly, and then stopped immediately.

"Come, dear child, my gracious master!" a shrill voice burst out of the room, "it's time to do what we are supposed to do!" ”

In Professor Lupin's office, Evan saw from the map of the living spot that Ron was actually standing behind him. He hurriedly turned back, but it was too late, and the moment he turned around, the office door was slammed open, and Ron rushed in clumsily, with a strong inertia, and pounced on him.

The two men fell to the ground, fighting and entangled in everything.

Evan tried to use magic, but Ron wouldn't give him a chance.

He gripped Aven's right hand tightly, his strength terrifying, and he didn't care about the attacks that fell on him.

He was like a punching bag that didn't feel pain, and Evan couldn't get rid of him.

The wand shot out a few rays of light, shattering the water tank in the corner, and the green monster lay on the floor, dying.

"Let go, Ron!" Evan shouted angrily, "Do you even know what you're doing!"

He saw Peter Pettigrew, a small star not far in front of him, transforming, and Peter's body was rapidly shrinking into a rat shape.

He was breaking free from his magical bindings, and the tightly rope began to slide to the side.

"Oops!" Evan hurriedly pushed Ron away with his knees, punching him hard with his free left hand.

Ron shook for a moment, dodging to the side in pain.

Evan took the opportunity to point the wand in his right hand at him, and the light flashed, and Ron flew out with a heavy blow, crashing into the wall behind him.

Before Evan could turn his head to look at Peter Pettigrew, a bright red light flew from the side.

With a thud, the wand in Aven's hand drew a parabola in the air and landed at Peter Pettigrew's feet.

"Dear boy, this farce should indeed be over!" Peter Pettigrew picked up Aven's wand with an expression of irrepressible excitement on his face, "In the end, I won!"

Evan didn't speak, and he saw Ron get back up, his face covered in bruises.

"Tut-tut, look at your wand. Peter Pettigrew stroked Aven's wand like a child with a new toy, with a cheerful smile on his face, "It's so well maintained, much prettier than my little master's." ”

Peter Pettigrew returned the other wand to Ron, who pointed Aven's wand at Evan.

"Aven, I can give you another chance, you just need"

"You're changing your face so fast, Peter!" Evan interrupted him, disdainfully, "You've just been on your knees begging me, willing to give everything for a life, and now you're all about to look like this. ”

"Because I'm a smart person, smart people tend to have the last laugh. Peter Pettigrew said with a weird smile on his lips, "Fifteen years ago, my three stupid Gryffindor friends, all brainwashed by Dumbledore, were going to fight the Dark Lord. What's the benefit of doing that?"

"So, you betrayed them and became a traitor!"

"Don't say it so ugly, I just chose the strong side to take refuge. Peter Pettigrew continued, "Let me tell you, Aven! For the little people, the most important thing is choice, and the best thing to gain by choosing the strong side. The Dark Lord is more powerful than you can ever imagine. ”

"Mighty power?! sounds a lot like the Slytherin tone. "I've heard the Sorting Hat say that you asked for Gryffindor on your own initiative, and you intended to find the courage you didn't have. ”

"That was what my mother expected of me, and my father was a brave and fearless Gryffindor. ”

Peter Pettigrew closed his eyes, a hint of memory of the past on his face.

"But you let your mother down!"

"I don't think so, I compensated her with a Sir Merlin Medal of the First Degree. Peter Pettigrew said slowly, "As I grew older, I slowly figured it out, my mother didn't want me to be as brave as my father, what she needed was honor, honor that would make her feel proud." ”

"But those honors don't belong to you, you deceived everyone!"

"Does that make a difference?!" Peter Pettigrew burst out laughing, "As long as I'm a hero in the eyes of others, that's enough!" )