Chapter Forty-Three: Put Down Your Wand and Surrender!

"Pettigrew isn't dead, he's alive!"

This stone, slammed into the water, really stirred up layers of waves.

The reporters were even more desperate than the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and they rushed to the woods hut of the whistleblower as soon as possible.

The wizard who is said to have discovered Pettigrew, standing in front of the camera, said excitedly, "Mr. Peter Pediru, I found it when I went out for a walk last night. I recognized him at a glance, and it was exactly the same as the photo that Mr. Little Black had posted in the newspaper! This hero, covered in blood, obviously survived a brutal battle. I am deeply honored to be able to heal such a hero. ”

In the sky, the owl flew up again in a chaotic manner.

The wizards rushed to tell each other: the young hero was still alive.

Good people are rejoicing in the good news.

Mrs. Weasley, for example, wept for this man and said, "Merlin, what a good man has a reward." ”

However, just as Pettigrew is surrounded by a crowd of reporters and crazy admirers, stammering his heroic story, Mr. Black Jr. arrives first.

The reporters and the wizards who had come to join in the fun greeted Daniel warmly: "Mr. Black, you're here too!" "Sit here, Mr. Black." "Mr. Black, it's a pleasure to meet you......" "Mr. Black, how did you come so quickly?"

Daniel kept smiling, nodding to them as he replied casually, "I used to buy herbs nearby, and the place is relatively familiar, and when I heard this 'good' news, I directly migrated over." ”

After saying that, he did not forget to say to the owner of the forest hut, the wizard who found Pettigrew, "Albert, you are not allowed to give the sunflower you planted to others, I want it all." ”

The wizard immediately laughed happily, and now Mr. Black's credibility in the wizarding world was simply stronger than that of the Minister of Magic.

He immediately happily agreed: "Whatever you say, as long as you want, it is all yours, and the price is yours." ”

Daniel smiled neatly and patted him on the shoulder: "Then it's decided." ”

Then, he turned to look at Pettigrew sitting on the bed, smiled and asked, "You are Mr. Peter Pediru?" ”

The short, stocky wizard had been cowering since he entered.

When he heard this question, he raised a pair of uncertain watery eyes and looked at the other party in a panic, "Yes...... Ah yes, I'm Peter. ”

"With all due respect, can you take the liberty of asking where you've spent all these years?"

"I ...... I was very badly injured. Pettigrew replied in a high-pitched voice.

The Albert also said, "yes, when I found him, his leg was full of blood......

Peter nodded wildly, and he looked at the wizard with the surname 'Black' calmly, but his eyes were rolling.

But in fact, he was not very afraid. Because according to some information from the rats: 'This wizard seems to hate Sirius's existence because of the heir issue, not to mention that Sirius is now dead......

Sirius...... He...... He's so good that I can't beat him...... But I ...... I have to avenge James......" tears began to well-up in his little eyes, and he began to show professional acting skills comparable to those of the actors, "I did my best...... Poor James...... Poor Lily......"

"I was seriously injured and unconscious, and when I woke up, I lost my memory. Over the years, I wandered around and lived without a fixed place until recently...... Recently, I remembered this qiē...... Merlin......" Pettigrew began to cry with a whimper, and he wept bitterly, and he was very grief-grieving, crying that he was useless, and crying that the Potters had died miserably.

His crying was 'sincere' and sad, and the room full of wizards were moved.

There was also a female reporter who tried to hug and comfort him.

'No repentance! ’

Daniel gave him a faint comment and began to get impatient.

While wondering inwardly when the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic would arrive, complaining that they were 'as fast as a turtle crawling,' he casually said, "I sympathize with your plight, and I wish I could help you with something." ”

"No, I don't need anything, just let me miss James quietly......" Pettigrew continued to choke up, "Just, if I could...... I hope...... I hope...... I didn't want to get something for nothing, I just ...... The gentleman before said that I had a well-deserved bonus......"

"That's right, a bonus."

"I'm hoping to get some ...... No, no, not for the money, I just want to...... Want...... It's just enough for life. Pettigrew cautiously looked tentatively at the little Mr. Black.

He deliberately pretended to be pitiful, "I'm seriously injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to support myself in a short time......"

"Oh, of course, of course...... You're a hero......" Daniel continued perfunctorily, "and you deserve it." ”

Then, he estimated the time, clapped his palms, and the reporters and some wizards who came to join in the fun gave this 'hero' a little time to rest quietly, don't all gather here.

Little Blake's mention was quickly accepted by everyone.

The reporters walked out while thinking about the headlines of the news release for a while; The other wizards who had come to join in the fun were whispering excitedly as they walked.

Daniel walked at the rear.

However, just as everyone was about to evacuate to a safe place, a bang suddenly sounded!

Old Barty Crouch, who had just appeared as a phantom migrant, did not know what spell was used, and let out a sharp zila, and he rushed in with such a loud, leading, and ferocious wand with his wand.

The elder of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who has been very haggard recently, has taken on tremendous pressure from the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot Court after learning the news that Sirius is innocent and he misjudged.

He still didn't believe that Sirius was completely innocent, and felt that the Black family was all Death Eaters.

But at the same time, after looking at the Muggle government surveillance video (which is very clear, it shows the conversation between Sirius and Pettigrew, although the voice is small, but the shape of the lips can still be seen), although he still insists that he does not believe in Muggle things, he has to admit in his heart that there is someone else who betrayed the Potter family.

And this person is precisely the 'hero' he personally said - Peter Pedirus Pettigrew.

How much I praised it at the beginning, how much I hate it now.

So, get up from where you fall. He had already held a breath of anger in his heart, vowing to catch the real criminal with his own hands, and he was ashamed of his past.

So, when he got the news, he rushed over alone.

Facing Pettigrew, the culprit, he was as fierce as a tiger that had been hungry for three months, and smashed one spell after another: "Except for your weapons, your legs are stiff and dead, all petrified, left and right separated......"

In the minds of most of the professors at Hogwarts, Peter Pedirus Pettigrew seemed to be a very introverted and shy wizard with no sense of zài, who often failed dueling classes and was a henchman of James and Sirius......

But in fact, being able to join the 'Raiders Four', and being proficient in the Animagus, had the magic to blow up entire streets and slaughter twelve Muggles while being hunted by Sirius...... Such a Pettigrew, by no means, can be a simple wizard.

He rolled out of bed suddenly, his short and fat body was flexible like a mouse, and the so-called 'seriously injured body' was really nonsense.

He dodged with agility, and none of Barty Crouch's spells hit him.

"You...... What do you want to do......"

As he dodged, he shouted in a shrill voice, "Merlin, help me...... Who's going to save me...... This madman...... He...... He's going to kill me......"

This scene, which was unexpected by everyone, immediately made the reporters excited.

They all picked up the camera, and the flash clicked.

Moreover, they are also very dedicated chattering on the side:

"Mr. Crouch, can you answer the question before you do it?"

"Mr. Crouch, do you have a personal grudge?"

"Mr. Crouch......"

As for the wizards who joined in the fun before, they were all residents who lived nearby, they were gentle by nature, and they made a living by growing herbs, and it was the first time they had seen such a fierce fight...... The light of the spell continued to scatter in all directions, hitting the floor, and small black holes appeared, and the witches screamed in fright, and the wizards were at a loss, not knowing who to help.

The scene was a mess.

Daniel simply laughed at the recklessness of this Mr. Crouch.

As the first person to arrive at the scene among those in the know, the reason why he didn't do anything, but dragged his time and waited slowly for the Aurors to arrive, was to 'not hurt the innocent' and 'minimize the damage'.

But this old Mr. Barty Crouch, who didn't know what evil he had fallen into, actually ran alone to fight alone.

Was he really from Slytherin? How do you feel so much like a Gryffindor, with a sense of justice and a penchant for personal heroism?

With a string of sparkling spells flying around in this cramped forest hut, Daniel was afraid of accidentally injuring innocent people.

In desperation, he hurriedly shouted for everyone to retreat first, and turned his head to the group of reporters who didn't want to die, and promised: Make up for them a big news afterwards, please don't shoot so dedicatedly, and retreat first.

Thanks to the gold sign of 'Little Mr. Black', the wizards finally calmed down and gradually withdrew from the cramped forest hut.

And at this time, 'the police are always the last to arrive'.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic surrounded the hut with great training, and due to the fierce fighting inside, they first shouted through the air: "Peter Pettiru, you have been surrounded, surrender your wand quickly!" ”

shouted three times in a row, but the two wizards in the room still beat you to death, completely ignoring the meaning of the outside.

At this time, Daniel, who thought that 'professional things should be done by professionals', also quickly withdrew, and he stood quite wittily in the middle of the Aurors, making sure that he stayed in absolute safety.

Then, he didn't forget to remind the surrounding Aurors: "Beware of him turning into a rat and running away, he is an illegal Animagus!" ”

The Aurors became more and more cautious, and they carefully cast a few more warning spells around the room with their wands, and waited for Pettigrew to come out.

However, the Pettigrew who can blow up an entire street and kill twelve Muggles is not a common man.

As the sound of fighting in the room faded away, the stocky wizard with a fierce look on his face dragged out his trophy and hostage, Barty Crouch Sr.

Barty Crouch Sr. didn't know what the spell had been, and the wound on his waist was bleeding profusely.

His face was pale, struggling desperately, with a look of anger mixed with shame on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Leave me alone, leave me alone!" Don't let him go! ”

"Let me go!" Pettigrew put his wand against Barty Sr.'s neck, opened his little eyes, looked around anxiously, and hissed in his high-pitched voice, "Get out of the way, let me go!" Or I'll kill him!" ”

The Aurors looked at each other, all of them looking embarrassed.

Finally, an Auror captain stood up, and he sternly persuaded: "Let go of the director, you have been surrounded, you can't escape, hurry up and put down your wand and surrender!" ”

Pettigrew shook his head vigorously and shouted in a crying voice, "Let me go!" ”

Old Barty, who had lost too much blood, struggled unwillingly, "No! Can't let him ......"

At this time, "Bang! A green light struck Old Barty in the chest, interrupting his next words.

Old Barty's eyes widened in disbelief, and then his head drooped suddenly.

Everyone was stunned by the upheaval.

Hear the roar of motorcycles from far and near, Sirius's black hair flying in the air.

He rode on his own modified flying motorcycle, and came at a gallop, full of spirit and dazzling.

Then, he stopped the motorcycle in the air, hung his two long legs, looked down casually, and then, pointing the wand in his palm at Pettigrew, revealing a haughty and cold sneer: "Okay, everyone! ”

Unscrupulously and murderously, he said, "I have killed your hostages, Peter!" You surrender now to the Aurors and go to Azkaban to repent and atone for the rest of your life...... Or do you want me to be here, just to see you to James? ”