Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

While the strange silverware in the room was still smoking, and the warm, bright fireplace was still emitting heat, there was a suffocating silence in the two or three meters around Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore leaned down and looked at Peter Pettigrew curled up on the floor in front of him, his face extremely terrifying.

In Elena's mind, this seemed to be the only thing she had seen on Dumbledore's face once after she had mortgaged the school, and it soon disappeared with the dazzling mountain of gold and her coma.

There was no kind smile of the past, there was no pleasant calm in the eyes behind the lenses, and every wrinkle on that old face carried a cold anger, and a deep sense of pain and guilt.

Elena and Grindelwald, who were standing beside Dumbledore, could clearly feel that a power radiated from Dumbledore's body, as if he was burning and hot, and a feeling of not being able to look directly rose in people's hearts.

"I imagined that one day you would suddenly come back to life and appear in front of everyone...... But by no means, it is now. ”

Dumbledore's lips trembled slightly, and the wand in his hand was held high, as if ready to fall at any moment.

"Ten years ago, I sent Blake to Azkaban and applied for the Order of Merlin for you from the Ministry of Magic, and I was anxious to make up for my mistakes, wondering if the outcome would have been different if I had done it differently. ”

"Deng, Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster, I'm scared...... I sent Voldemort's best men to Azkaban...... I fear the retribution of the omnipresent Death Eaters...... You have to trust me...... To ......"

"So...... You became a mouse, hiding next to the Weasley boys, for so many years, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, right under my nose, and with Harry Potter?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath, his knife-like gaze piercing Peter Pettigrew's eyes, and sneered in a contemptuous tone that Elena had never heard before, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"At this time, are you still trying to lie in front of me? Voldemort would not dare to do that!"

"The Dark Lord...... Professor...... I've never been as brave as Jaime and the others, and I've been caught by him...... The man who couldn't even mention his name forced me to ...... He's the most terrible man, the devil! he's going to kill me......"

Hearing Voldemort's name, Peter Pettigrew shrank violently, as if Dumbledore had whipped him hard, and the whole person seemed to have really turned into a mouse, shivering and shrinking into a ball on the floor.

Peter Pettigrew wept bitterly, like a large, thin-haired baby curled up on the floor, and the clean and beautiful mahogany floor was rubbed with gray-black marks from the man's nose, tears, and stains on his body.

"So, who is James and Lily's secret keeper, and when did you start taking up Voldemort?"

Dumbledore's eyes grew colder, and his voice was filled with terrible rage.

During that time, in the confrontation with Voldemort, it was never Voldemort's power that caused the Order of the Phoenix to suffer heavy losses, but the leakage of one member after another, and Death Eaters and Voldemort were always able to target their weakest position with extreme precision to kill and eliminate one rebel after another before Dumbledore arrived.

Without Severus Snape's rebellion, Dumbledore would not even have the capital to fight back, so he could only keep running back and forth, leading the few remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix to try to resist Voldemort, who was becoming more and more unscrupulous.

In the last moment, an atmosphere of suspicion had actually permeated the Order of the Phoenix, and people were suspicious of each other and wary of each other - Lupin, a werewolf, and Sirius, a descendant of the Black family, were naturally the most vulnerable to attention.

The explosion that Sirius Black had inflicted on Muggle Street finally gave rise to the answer, and all the survivors spurned the mad Death Eater, the Dark Lord Warrior who had been overwhelmed by pure-blood theories, and grieved and upset about the catastrophe that befell the Potters in order to prove their position right.

It's just that Dumbledore didn't expect it...... Until the end, he couldn't find the real spy.

"Almost, Albus. It's ugly......"

Glancing at the wizard curled up on the ground, Grindelwald waved his wand nonchalantly.

Peter Pettigrew's wrists, neck, and knees seemed to be tied to an invisible rope, and the whole person was pulled up out of thin air, and his feet hung in a panic and struggled a few inches above the ground, like a marionette pinched by the back of the neck.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow in slight disgust and nodded at Dumbledore.

"If you have any questions, I suggest you use the Regent or the Truth Elixir...... Time is limited, and we'll have to work on it later, you know—this gentleman has a lot of scripts to memorize, and it's time-consuming. ”

"No, I've got the answer. ”

Dumbledore shook his head and glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was curled up on the ground with extreme disgust.

Dementoring is not an omnipotent mind-reading, but with accurate questions, even if Peter Pettigrew didn't reveal much, Dumbledore could already see the answer to everything in the memories that Pettigrew subconsciously emerged.

"Let's just go as planned, this time, I don't have any opinions. How much time does it take?"

"Two to three hours, or sooner if Albus is willing to help. ”

Grindelwald patted the pink purse in his arms and grinned, "Of course, I know you've always disdained to do this kind of thing, so it's no problem to leave this kind of dirty work to me - we're very experienced." ”

"This time, let's go together, try not to let people see the flaws. ”

Dumbledore was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head slowly, raised his wand and walked towards Peter Pettigrew.

"No, Professor Dumbledore, you can't use lynching! So many wizards—when the Dark Lord is in power—everyone fears him, he's the most evil Dark Lord in the world—the Ministry of Magic—I need a judgment from the Ministry—"

"The most evil and terrible Dark Lord in the world, Lord Voldemort?"

A touch of comic appeared on Grindelwald's face, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the girl next to him, and happened to meet Elena's eyes, and the eyes of the two "messengers of justice", one large and one small, flashed the same strange look.

It seems that this Mr. Peter did not understand that there were some things more terrible than death.

"Of course, you'll end up with the Ministry of Magic. But ......"

Dumbledore straightened up indifferently, took the stack of manuscript papers that Grindelwald handed him, and looked through them roughly.

"The premise is that you'll be transferred to the wizard's court after you've remembered all the crimes you've committed over the years—so let's get started? Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, there's something about you that I'd like to talk to you about in a moment. ”

As Dumbledore spoke, wizard after wizard burst out of the pale pink lady's purse that Grindelwald had placed aside, surveying their surroundings with curiosity and the two old wizards standing in the center of the room.

And, of course, the little silver-haired witch who sat on the sofa in the corner, holding the phoenix and gently stroking her.

As a member of a huge project that involves the non-magical world, the magical world, spans almost half the world, and affects more than 70% of the economic trend of the two worlds, this group of wizards knows very well - all of this is driven by the three wizards in this room, or rather, the three demon kings.

Before the excited look on the face of the young wizard with wavy blond hair at the head had time to dissipate, he heard Dumbledore's gentle voice not far away, his face stiffened slightly, and he looked around at the "colleagues" with different expressions around him, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded dejectedly.

According to the previous agreement, he completely regained his freedom and eliminated the criminal record, and he still needs to wait until the delivery of the space carrier that is still temporarily moored in Ukrainian ports is completed, so during this time, he still has to act as a member of the destiny.

However, as time went on, Lockhart became more and more aware of ......

Maybe this commission will never end-

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Mutter!~