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Moonlight shines through the windows and climbs into the Gryffindor Tower common room.

Where the moonlight does not shine, a small figure is shivering under a chair.

Peter Pettigrew winced and wrung his hands, his breath almost out of breath.

What he had been afraid of for twelve years finally happened. His former best friend, Sirius Black, had escaped from Azkaban and had broken into Hogwarts, just now separated by a wall.

Peter understands that it was he who betrayed the Potters to Voldemort, and that Blake had come to seek revenge on him, and that he wanted to kill himself.

He instinctively wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to hide, he knew Blake too well, and since the other party knew that he was still alive, he would never give up.

Even if there were hundreds of Dementors here, even if the whole of Hogwarts was turned upside down, Black would not back down, and he would not stop until he caught himself. This is Sirius Black, a real Gryffindor, a monster who never knew what fear and cowardice were.

Maybe it's the same as twelve years ago, another fake death.

As soon as this idea came to Peter's mind, he rejected it.

It wasn't the Muggle street of twelve years ago, and Black wasn't the only one he'd faced.

This is Hogwarts, and the castle is home to Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, Jaime and Lily's son Harry, and the boy named Evan Mason, each of whom is smarter than himself, stronger than himself, and more courageous than himself.

It's so hard, too hard to fool these people like Sirius Black!

Besides, where can you go after you escape?

Those Death Eaters who were still alive would not let him go after getting the news, and the Dark Lord only failed after listening to his informants.

To this day, Peter did not understand why the man who was so powerful that he could not even mention his name could be defeated by a baby?

Everything seems to be back to the dot, back to the time when I first entered school 20 years ago.

Peter Pettigrew remembered his entrance to the Sorting Ceremony, and he walked tremblingly towards the Sorting Hat, which he put on, the Sorting Hat that was so big that it covered his eyes, and he couldn't see the audience at all.

He was so scared, he had been like this since he was a child, he couldn't do anything, he was cowardly, not smart enough, he didn't have any great magical talents, he was afraid that he would be driven back by the hat, he was afraid to see his mother's disappointed eyes again.

"It's hard, it's very hard!" the Sorting Hat began to speak in his ear, "You're not a brave kid, you don't have enough intelligence, you don't have a strong heart, you don't want to work hard, you don't have a pure-blooded but you don't have the qualities that Ravenclaw and Gryffindor demand, even if you're mediocre but you don't want to stay in the down-to-earth and ordinary Hufflepuffs, let me think about it, where are you going?"

yes, where should I go?

Having lost her father since childhood, she and her mother depended on each other, and although the family was poor, her mother still did her best to buy all the magic tools for herself, and she had high hopes for herself, and every night before going to bed, she would tell her father's story.

Peter remembered his mother's story, in which his father was a heroic Gryffindor, even if he was not the strongest, but he was fearless, even in the face of the man who didn't even mention his name.

Peter could hear it in his mother's tone, and she was proud and proud of her father.

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, I want to go to Gryffindor, I want to have courage, I'm a brave man!" Peter shouted inwardly to the Sorting Hat, "I want to change my cowardly self, I want to be a warrior like my father, I want to be admired, I can't let my mother down!"

"Gryffindor?!" the Sorting Hat's voice was slightly surprised, "you said you were going to Gryffindor, well, it might not be the best option, but I hope you can find the courage buried deep in your heart in the long road ahead." ”

"Gryffindor!"

Peter Pettigrew smiled happily at the bottom of his chair, the most glorious moment of his life, and the moment he seemed to hear the Sorting Hat shout out his choice to everyone in a loud voice, and he saw his mother's satisfied look at him again.

But his smile quickly froze, the Sorting Hat was right, he wasn't a Gryffindor, and all he got in this house was ridicule.

Everyone laughed at him for not being brave enough, Hogwarts academics made him feel pressured, he found that there was no subject he was good at, the professors looked at him with no emotion but disappointment, and he was getting farther and farther away from his mother's demands on him.

He did not find courage in this academy, and he found himself becoming more and more ordinary and inferior.

He couldn't go on like this, he needed someone to help him.

Peter quickly spotted his target, with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin being the best three of his class, and the three of them always shining in small groups, perhaps they needed a sidekick.

That's right, I can play this role perfectly.

Luckily they accepted themselves, Peter Pettigrew had felt anticipation and joy for it, he thought he could be as good as them, no, at least he could become a presence and make his mother proud?!

For the sake of this presence and pride, Peter willingly endured everything.

To outsiders, he was part of the small group, friends of James, Sirius, and Lupin.

But only Peter Pettigrew himself knows that he is nothing more than a sidekick, nothing more.

Jaime saw him as a person who could show off his Quidditch talent at any time, and he only existed to better complement Sirius' courage and fearlessness, and even the werewolf Lupin, he looked down on him.

Yes, the three of them never saw themselves as friends, at best they were companions, but more often than not, he was a henchman at will.

Cowardly to humble, humble to ignore, I'm afraid that's what everyone thinks.

But Peter was content with this, and he didn't want to stand in the center of the stage and be in everyone's attention.

Just an inconspicuous position in the corner is enough for him to be satisfied.

He may not have found the courage he had always longed for in this ancient academy, but he relied on other ways to reap the strength and honor he needed, although not much, but at least he would not let his mother feel sorry for him again.

Hope has courage and a chase for power, and there is no exclusion.

After seven years at Hogwarts, Peter finally understood that what he needed was not heroic courage, but immense strength.

If his father had that power, he would have died and his own life and his mother's life would not have been so miserable.

Great power, this is what he has been looking for.

After graduating, three of his companions wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix to fight Voldemort, but Peter wanted to refuse, as he was well aware of the balance of power. But he didn't dare, he was already accustomed to obeying the orders of the other three people in the small group.

He didn't dare say no to his fellow men, it would take a lot of courage to do the same, and he had never had such a thing in a lifetime. Besides, he was also afraid of disappointing his mother, who he knew wanted him to join the Order of the Phoenix.

His mother's expectations of him had always put Peter under pressure, but it wasn't until that moment that he realized that the pressure had become a heavy burden that weighed him down.

Peter Pettigrew remembered those days, and whenever James, Sirius, and Lupin rejoiced that the four of them had thwarted Voldemort's plot once again, he felt a little more terrified about it.

He could feel the Dark Lord's anger, he could feel the hatred of the four of them by the man who didn't even mention their names, it was like a never-ending nightmare.

Peter Pettigrew couldn't see any benefit in continuing to fight Voldemort himself, even if he risked his life to do it, but only James, Sirius, and Lupin would ever be honored.

Not to mention that Dumbledore was aging, his power was declining, while Voldemort was in full swing, and his strength and power were growing stronger by the day.

It's time to choose the camp of your allegiance, and the most important thing for a weak person is not to do something earth-shattering, but to make a wise choice.

He couldn't be like his father, who had the stupidity to serve Dumbledore and die in obscurity, and that stupid courage meant nothing other than a heavy burden and a sad memory for his wife and children.

He has to choose his own destiny, and he has to gain great power.

The Dark Lord had promised him that if he unified the wizarding world, he would gain unimaginable power, power, and status.

Although the methods are different, as long as there are these, my mother will definitely be proud of herself again.

As for the guilt and self-reproach of betraying his fellows, Peter never felt that way.

Anyway, in their eyes, they are just a follower, and they have always been.

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