"The Black family has all kinds of dark magic that we can't even dream of!"

Pettigrew screamed, "How else would he have escaped?" I guess the man who couldn't even mention his name taught him a few hands!"

Although Peter Pettigrew's heart-rending shout sounded plausible, Lloyd thought of the scene in Fudge's office before he set off.

He was reporting to Fudge on the latest developments in the Auror office when Owen Harris hurriedly knocked on the door with Albert.

What he said, "Good news, Minister, Sirius Black is hiding at Hogwarts. But allow the Aurors to be dispatched instead of sending the Dementors. According to reliable sources, Peter Pettigrew is still alive. Obviously, there is something else wrong with this, and Mr. Crouch may have made a big mistake back then. ”

Lloyd will never forget the meaningful look in Owen Harris's eyes, and the look on his minister's face that was stunned at first, then resolutely nodded in agreement.

With his years of experience capturing dark wizards, Peter Pettigrew had too many holes.

In his opinion, since Peter was still alive, the truth of the matter was certainly not the one everyone had agreed to be - Sirius Black betrayed the Potters, blew up a street, and killed Peter.

From the perspective of political correctness, it is obvious that his boss Fudge is happy to see the boat go with the flow.

At this point, Blake laughed, a terrible, unjoyed laugh that filled the space.

Eren had been de-petrified of him.

The two Aurors beside him, dutifully pointing their wands at him, did not relax in the slightest because of the presence of Peter Pettigrew.

"Voldemort, how many hands did you teach me?"

Pettigrew winced, as if Black had whipped him.

"Why?, frightened to hear your old master's name?" said Blake, "forgiving, Peter." His men aren't very happy with you, are they?"

"I don't know—what are you talking about, Sirius—" Pettigrew muttered, his breathing even more rapid, and his face was now covered in sweat.

"You've been hiding from me not for the past twelve years," Blake said, "but from Voldemort's old men." I heard something in Azkaban. ”

Blake's eyes burned with rage, and he literally gritted his teeth to say every word.

Peter...... They all think you're dead, or they'll make you confess...... I heard them shouting all sorts of things in their dreams, as if I thought that the liar had betrayed them. Voldemort went to Potter's house on your inform......"

Snape, who was on the side, was breathless, and his cold eyes were fixed on Peter.

Blake's attention was entirely focused on Peter, and there was both menace and mockery in his tone.

"Voldemort was defeated there. Voldemort's men weren't all in Azkaban, were they? There were still a few outside, waiting for the right moment, pretending to have reformed themselves...... If they learn you're still alive, Peter—"

"I don't know...... What are you talking about......" Pettigrew said again, his voice sharper. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up at Lloyd. "You don't believe this- these crazy words, Lloyd-"

Lloyd staggered his gaze and looked at Albert.

Albert was the leader of this trip.

"I must admit, Peter, I can't figure out why an innocent man would want to be a rat for twelve years. Albert said fairly.

"Innocence is innocent, but scared!" Pettigrew screamed, "If Voldemort's men are looking for me, it's because I sent their best men to Azkaban—the spy, Sirius Black!"

Blake's face was crooked.

"How dare you!" he growled, sounding like the big bear-like dog he had become.

"I, Voldemort's spy? When have I ever befriended someone more powerful and powerful than me? And you—I don't understand why I didn't see you as a spy in the first place. You've always liked powerful friends to get their attention, didn't ......you? Me and Remus ...... And Jaime ......"

Pettigrew wiped his face again, and he was almost out of breath.

"Me, spy...... You must be crazy...... Nothing...... I don't know how you can say that-"

"Lily and Jaime listened to my advice to make you a secret. Blake said through gritted teeth, in such a fierce tone.

"I thought it was a good idea...... A packet drop meter...... Voldemort must have come to me, not expecting them to use something as weak and incompetent as you...... You tell Voldemort that you can sacrifice the Potters to him, and that must be the proudest moment of your despicable life. ”

Blake thumped his chest in hatred, his heart like a knife.

Professor Snape on the ground let out a rumbling sound in his throat, his face turned purple and he looked at Peter Pettigrew with resentment.

It's often your enemies who know you best, and that also applies between Snape and Sirius Black.

Professor Snape hated Sirius, for their bad pranks, for his arrogance and absurdity, and even more for betraying Lily.

But at the same time, he also knew Sirius's arrogance, and he disdained to lie.

At the beginning, Sirius did not defend himself, let alone cry out, but accepted the punishment of being imprisoned in Azkaban. This led Snape to believe that he was the culprit.

Judging from the conversation just now, Professor Snape understood that he wanted to take revenge on someone else.

Pettigrew muttered incoherently, and Alan heard words like "ridiculous" and "insane".

But from his dusty face, it is not difficult to see how hasty and frightened he is at the moment.

"There is a way for us to know the truth very quickly. Alan suggested.

Albert looked at his dear brother with a soft face.

"I've already got Sirius Black's memory, and as long as I get Peter Pettigrew's, the two will be compared, and the truth will be revealed. Alan said.

"He may not cooperate, so it will be very difficult to retrieve the memories.

Albert doesn't deny that this is a good idea, but the Aurors standing here, I'm afraid no one can succeed in extracting the memories of an adult wizard completely and truthfully when the other party is on guard.

Although Lloyd has a lot of experience, he may not be as good as himself in terms of strength.

"I can do it, and I'm definitely not going to take sides. Even if it doesn't work out, I can configure the elixir. ”

A hoarse and cold voice came, like a snake spitting out dangerous snake letters.