The next evening, when Lawrence walked into Dunburydo's office, Sirius and Remus had been waiting for a long time, and Dunburydo saw Lawrence also stand up.

"Then, Lawrence," said Dunburydo, briskly, "please confirm Peter's location."

"He's still in Hagrid's cabin," Lawrence replied, "I've seen it before I came."

"Very well, let's go," said Dunburydo, "Sirius, trouble you—"

"Yes, Professor." Sirius spoke, and then instantly turned into a big black dog,

"Much better," said Dunburydo, as he strode out of the office, and all of them followed him in a somewhat strange procession, and they walked out of the castle and across the lawn to Hagrid's hut, where the Hippogriff Buckbeak was tied,

"I don't blame you," Hagrid's voice came from inside the house, "I see you practicing every day, but I must say that I think you should cherish your friends more than brooms or pet mice."

"Then let her kill that cat—" Ron retorted loudly, and he could be heard from outside the house angry, "She doesn't listen to anything bad about that cat."

"Well, I don't think we're here at the right time," Dunburydo blinked, then knocked on Hagrid's wooden door, "but I think we'll have to be uninvited guests."

The door "babbled" open, and Hagrid opened it, and he looked very surprised.

"Oh, Professor Dunburydo," Hagrid said hurriedly, "I told Harry to come to me, and I brought them here."

"Calm down, Hagrid, I'm not here for this," Dunbury said kindly, "Can you please come in and sit down?"

"Oh, of course, Professor," said Hagrid, as he hurried back to give way, and Dunburido, Remus, and Lawrence stepped in, Sirius, who had become a big dog, quietly hiding in the shadows of the house,

"Sorry to interrupt your little party." Dunbulido said, he looked at the clutter in the corner with great interest, many of which were once part of some kind of magical creature, Lawrence took out the map and walked a few steps to the side to the shelf, he was now almost at the same point as Peter, he gave Remus a look, and gestured to the bottles and cans on the shelf,

"Can we get something to drink, Hagrid?" Remus understood, and he asked,

"Oh, of course, it's my own home, Remus," Hagrid replied with a smile, blurting out, "I miss the time you, James, Sirius, and Peter came to me for tea, oh—"

"I'm sorry," Hagrid said, a little annoyed, and he muttered, "I'm sorry I didn't say."

"It's okay, it's okay." Remus said briskly, and both he and Lawrence noticed that after Hagrid said those words, a teapot shook visibly, and Lawrence picked up the teapot and placed it on the table.

"What are you doing?" Ron said confusedly,

"Professor? Lawrence?" Harry wasn't puzzled, but he had a vague guess, and he looked expectantly back and forth between the two professors and Lawrence,

Dunburidos smiled and raised his wand, and everyone watched his movements, only to see Dumblido tap at the jar, and the teapot turned into a square cage, and suddenly saw the light, which made the creatures inside start screaming, it was a mouse, it looked thinner, and it was bare

"Spotted?" Ron was startled, he wanted to pick up the cage, but was stopped by Harry,

"I think it's time for us to finish everything," said Dunburidos, as Hagrid's door opened, and the black dog came in through the crack in the door, and pushed it back shut, and he changed back to his original form.

"Blake?" Ron shouted, and he was even more surprised to find that he was the only one who showed a surprised look except for Hagrid,

"You despicable traitor, how dare you show up?" Hagrid stood up in a rage, and if it weren't for Lawrence and Remus standing in front of Sirius, Hagrid would have pounced.

"Wait, Hagrid," Dunburidor stopped Hagrid's impulse, turning his head to look at Sirius and Remus, "I think you'll want to do it yourself?"

"Of course." Sirius said coldly, and he reached over, and the cage cracked a gap, allowing him to grab the mouse out,

"That's fine," Remus pulled out his wand, "Sirius, I'll count to three."

"What do you want to do?" Ron asked anxiously, but he was held back by Harry,

"One, two, three." Two bright blue-white lights flashed, the "squeak" of the mouse turned into a man's scream, and Peter Pettigrew fell to the ground,

"Hello, Peter, how are you doing these years?" Remus asked merrily,

"Sirius—Remus—" Peter asked with trepidation, "my friends—old friends—"

"Sorry to bother you to catch up?" Deng Buliduo clapped his hands, "I think we already know a lot, but maybe you have a different opinion? I mean, maybe you can tell us more?"

"Teach—Professor—" Peter stammered, a miserable smile, "I don't understand, what other information—"

"Like, when did you start working for Voldemort—or something?" Dunburido said in a speculative tone, he smiled as if he had told a joke himself, but there was no smile in his blue eyes, only the flames dancing quietly there,

"It's not me, Professor, it's him—" Peter cried out in horror as he pointed to Sirius, "he escaped from Azkaban, and must have been taught him the dark magic by Voldemort—"

"Voldemort? Teach me tricks?" Sirius laughed, and most of the room winced at the name, but Peter was especially noticeable, and let out a short scream,

"Oh, Sirius," said Dunbury, shaking his head, "just explain it to him."

"I don't really understand how I did it," Sirius recalled, looking at Harry, who was staring at him, "I think the only reason is that I know I'm innocent, it's not a happy memory, so the Dementors can't affect me, and that keeps me in power, and I'm trying to become a dog."

"You all know that Dementors can't see, they can only feel feelings, and when I became a dog, my feelings weren't as complex as humans," Sirius said, "and so the Dementors thought that I, like everyone else, was starting to go crazy, until I saw in the newspaper that Peter was lying on the boy's shoulder."

"The Weasleys' report on Egypt—" Harry exclaimed, Ron looking at Peter, still unrelievable, completely unable to understand how his rat could be a wizard.

"Yes, this news ignited a fire in my head, I thought I had to do something, it wasn't a pleasant memory, it was an obsession, the Dementors couldn't extinguish it, and I turned into a dog and escaped from there when I opened the door to deliver food." Sirius walked past Peter, and he crouched down in front of Harry, "Trust me, I swear I would never betray Jaime and Lily, I would die before I betrayed them, making Peter a Keeper is the last thing I regret in my life, how could I do that?"

"Of course I believe you," Harry shouted loudly, choking up a little, realizing that he was a little excited, and lowered his voice, "I mean, you met me on Privet Road, but you didn't do anything to me - Lawrence told Professor Lupin that you could turn into a black dog."

"I just wanted to see you, you're just like James, and you're just as good as he flies," Sirius said hoarsely, "I've seen it at the Quidditch pitch, but I think the two times I've seen you, it freaked you out."

"Then why didn't you show up when Lawrence turned into me and went to Hogsmeade?" Harry suddenly asked curiously,

"Oh, that," Sirius said, with an embarrassed expression, "I wasn't actually in Hogsmeade at the time, because I knew your broom was broken and I had no other way to deliver the order, so I had to turn into a dog myself and send the order for the rocket crossbow to London."

"Unexpected, right, Harry?" Lawrence grumbled, and Harry couldn't help but laugh, "It's wasted a lot of my time, and the project is completely useless."

"No—Ron," Peter screamed, looking at Ron pleadingly, "I'm your best friend, your best pet—Ron—"

"What did he do, Professor?" Ron was a little unbearable, he frowned and asked,

"Ron, as far as we know," Professor Dunbulido said, "it was he who betrayed Harry's parents, orphaned Harry, killed an entire street of Muggles, and then faked his death to Sirius to avoid being pursued."

"You bastard." Ron stared at him in disgust, "I should have let Crookshank eat you, and cause us to quarrel with Hermione for that—"

"No—I haven't hurt Harry in years, Professor," Peter shouted, "I haven't hurt anyone—"

"That's because you're afraid of Voldemort's supporters," Sirius snapped, "I've heard them all in my cell, they've called your name in their dreams, they think you've betrayed Voldemort, and of course, if the dark forces regroup and you bring the last of the Potter family over, who's going to say you're a traitor?"

"Harry—" Peter turned his head to a pleading look, "I'm your dad's friend—"

"You have the face to say that," Remus roared furiously, pulling Peter up from his knees, pulling him by the collar, "I really want to kill you, even if it's the rest of my life in Azkaban—"

In Harry's memory, he had never seen such an angry Professor Lupin, no matter how much the students messed around, Professor Lupin would always smile gently, but now, Remus's actions, Harry was fully convinced that Remus would kill Peter,

"Jaime won't let me be killed, Harry," Peter waved his hand in a panic, and Remus pushed him back to the ground and raised his wand, "Harry—please—Voldemort forced me, I'm terrified, I—what's in it to do by disobeying him?" Against the man who can't be named."

"Lie - you started giving information more than a year ago, and do you dare deny that you killed Harry's parents?" Sirius said angrily, raising his wand, "It's better to die than to betray your friends, you should know, if Voldemort tried to kill you, we would have helped you, but you betrayed us."

"No—" Harry shouted, taking Sirius' hand, "Sirius, Professor Lupin, don't do that, my dad doesn't want you to be a murderer."

"Thank you, Harry, but I wasn't trying to kill him," Sirius said indignantly, a pile of rope popping up from the tip of Remus' wand, binding Peter tightly.

"Professor Dunburydo doesn't allow us to do that," Remus said, looking at Harry, his expression softening, "and you're just like your father."

"So it's all settled, right?" "Until the Ministry of Magic arrives, I'll keep Peter in the dungeon, and Professors McGonagall and Flitwick will make sure the cell is safe."

"Can I stay near your house temporarily, Hagrid?" Sirius asked, "Of course, in dog form for the time being."

"Of course, oh, Sirius," Hagrid cried with snot and tears, "you know what? I'm glad you're not a traitor—"

"Can I tell Hermione about it, then?" Harry asked, Ron rubbing his hands uneasily, wondering how to apologize to Hermione,

"Of course," Deng Bulido laughed, "but other than that, don't tell too many people until the Ministry of Magic officially announces it."

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Author's Note: Rowling's magical time is in trouble again, and on this day in the original book, Hagrid tells Harry to tell Ron that he is going to London with Buckbeak for a hearing this Friday.

From the time of the Christmas holiday, it can be known that the hearing time is April 20, and then, the plot behind the original book begins the Easter holiday again...... (Easter in 1994 was March 26),

I'd better hurry up and finish the time point of the third volume.

Then someone in the book review section mentioned that there was a small bug about the smell...... Actually, it makes sense that Sirius's attention was on food at the time, so he didn't particularly remember the taste of Lawrence.