It's not the same as you imagined.

William's imaginary picture:

Blake was dying and trying to make a pointless resistance.

William beat him like a defeated dog, and then took the opportunity to 'accidentally', a cutting spell, and cut him forever.

It can be regarded as revenge for being deceived during the summer vacation.

Then, William said lightly: "Well, I have long understood the whole truth.

Blake's dog body was shocked, endured the severe pain in his crotch, and bowed his head.

But before the fight began, the black dog skipped the beating step, and first lay down in the rain like a dog, and pretended to be dead motionless.

This feeling is very similar, the car has not started yet, and the old man is already lying under the car.

It made William very unhappy.

It's not, it's not starting, and it's trying to kill Blake.

But he didn't relax, and all the conclusions at present were based on speculation with Hermione, and there was no substantial evidence.

Is William really sure Peter is alive? No!

Blake must be innocent? Not necessarily!

So even though he didn't resist, William still waved his wand.

The big black dog rises into the air, like a hanging in the middle of a spider's web, its four paws spread out, and its head is fixed.

"Big Black Capture Plan, done!"

This line should have been said after handsomely beating Blake...... It's a pity that there is no momentum right now.

The three of them walked through the rain curtain and headed towards the cave.

Upon entering the cave, William's wand flicked, shooting out a blue-white light.

The black dog immediately twisted and turned into a man in mid-air.

He was covered in dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows; If the eyes hidden in the deep, dark sockets do not glow, he may be a corpse; The waxy skin clings to the skeleton of the face, making it look like a skull.

He bared his yellow teeth and grinned, crying and laughing, and went crazy.

William and Hermione looked at each other, and they at least confirmed the first suspicion: Big Black was really Black.

Although Anne was mentally prepared, she was still sad, she was really deceived.

Blake spread out his limbs like a specimen, hanging by the wall, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, watching William slowly approach.

The tip of the wand, aimed at Blake's heart.

"Are you going to kill me, William?" His voice was hoarse.

"Of course not, I'm going to give you to the Dementors." William whispered.

"Capture Voldemort's successor, Black the Death Eater, the three of us, and maybe the Order of Merlin.

This will be my second Merlin Medal. ”

"I'd love to be sent to Azkaban by you, and I'll be locked up in it for the rest of my life to atone for my sins." He said calmly.

"But before that, you must know the whole story......"

"All the inside story?" William's wand flicked, and the stones on the ground turned into three chairs.

The three of them sat down separately, William waved his wand again, and a plate of egg yolk crisp and three cups of black tea appeared on the table.

He picked up the cup, took a sip of hot black tea, went to the cold, and said elegantly:

"Say, I like to listen to stories the most, and you'd better say something I don't know."

Blake's throat twitched, his eyes fixed on the plate of egg yolk crisp.

He prayed, "Give me something to eat......

William pinched the egg yolk crisp, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while before swallowing it.

"Hungry? After listening to your story, I'll decide whether to give you a piece of egg yolk crisp or a Dementor kiss. ”

Blake glanced at Anne again, and the little girl glared at him, and said angrily, "Say it quickly! You dead liar! ”

Blake smiled, suddenly very happy. Three little guys, still this familiar taste.

At least I still think about the feelings of the summer vacation, and I don't give a chance to explain it at all like killing the werewolf.

He pondered for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know it's hard to believe, but Peter Pettigrew ...... Alive, he's just like me, an illegal Animagus, a mouse.

He's hiding in the Weasleys' youngest son, the freckled boy! ”

Blake thought the three of them would be taken aback, angrily accusing him of lying, calling him a madman, and even beating him...... He understands it all.

After all, if it were him, it would be hard to believe such words.

Unexpectedly, the faces of the three were flat and quiet.

Even......

William couldn't help but yawn, as if he hadn't slept well last night;

Annie and Hermione were fighting for a piece of egg yolk crisp, and there were seven or eight more next to them!

It seems that the news that 'Peter is a mouse' is more important than the egg yolk crisp.

Hey, I worked so hard to get out, and I was a dog, and I lived in a cave, and I ate rats......

Can you guys react a bit?!

This news,

Isn't it shocking?!

Blake was annoyed. He said angrily: "Do you realize the seriousness of the matter? ”

"Oh! Merlin's beard, Spotted is Peter? It's shocking! William said in a pompous tone.

“……”

"How do you know about this?" Hermione snatched the yolk crisp, and she interrogated sharply.

"You've been locked up in Azkaban, how do you know it's Peter?"

"Newspapers!" Blake bowed his head and gestured to his arms.

William snapped his fingers, and a crumpled piece of paper floated out.

This is a copy of last summer's Daily Prophet.

The headline is that the Quidditch World Cup is held.

In the corner, there is also a picture of the Weasleys, who won the jackpot of seven hundred Galleons, and Ron has a spot on his shoulder.

"How did you get this newspaper, Azkaban also provides a newspaper service to pass the time for you?"

Is it so humane? William was tempted to say it.

Fudge...... He came to me last July with Malfoy......" Blake recalled.

"Malfoy?" William's eyebrows raised.

Finally, there was some unexpected news.

"He wants Blake's property!" Blake spat disdainfully, but he was weak and spat on his clothes.

"When I was sixteen years old, I broke with my family, and my dear old mother removed me from the family tree.

After her death, the only son she acknowledged, my younger brother Regulus Black, also died.

According to her will, I have no inheritance rights, but I am the only living male in the Black family.

Ancient families are like this, preventing the outflow of family property, and are protected by blood magic.

That magic would ensure that even if I were removed, I would inherit the damn gold based on my true blood relationship.

Malfoy wants the money, and his wife, Narcissa, is my cousin!

She had been here once the year before, and Malfoy had come last year.

He persuaded me to transfer the property to him, use the money to help with the operation, and let me out. ”

"You promised?"

"Promise? He's a Death Eater and trying to lie to me too?

And, I thought I deserved to die there. I wasn't going out until ......" Blake's face twisted again.

"Until they were leaving, I asked for a newspaper......"

"You saw Spotted and knew he was alive?" William asked.

"That's right...... Peter...... On the boy's shoulder...... I recognized him immediately. Blake gritted his teeth.

"How many times have I seen it?!

When he wasn't skilled in the Animagus, it was Jaime and I who gave him the transformation.

Even though the rat was old and had shed its fur, thirteen years had passed, and I recognized him at a glance. ”

Blake said in a low voice, "Since I knew that Peter was still alive, I wanted to catch him. This thought gave me strength and cleared my mind.

That night, the Dementor opened my door to deliver food, and I, as a dog, slipped out of it.

They don't have eyes, so it's harder to sense animal feelings, because animal feelings are chaotic.

I was skinny, very skinny...... Thin enough to slip out between the iron fences...... I thought about swimming to escape Azkaban......"

"Why didn't you go straight back to England, but to France?" Anne couldn't help but be annoyed.

Blake's face was strange, and he was so stumbling that he wouldn't speak.

William's right hand flipped over, and a small bottle appeared in his hand.

He shook it and said, "It's not honest...... It seems that it is better to use the truth elixir, as long as a drop......"

"I'm lost...... Slight road idiot......" Blake muttered.

“……”

Are you slight? France and England are so far apart! You're not a road idiot, you're an idiot, right?

"Even if Peter were alive, as you say, there is no proof of your words." William went on to talk about the most critical issue.

"Everyone knows that you are the secret keeper of the Potters."

"No!" Blake's face looked like he had been punched.

"I changed the matter on the fly, convincing Jaime to make Peter their secret keeper." Blake said bitterly.

"I thought it was the best plan...... It's a clever idea. ”

"Why?"

"Because Lily and Longbottom have been ambushed many times.

We all know that there is a traitor around us, and that person also leaked the fact that I am a secret person to the mysterious person.

I knew I was being hunted down, and I had this idea.

They will only pursue me and ignore Peter, who is weak and stupid. ”

Blake's voice grew deeper and deeper.

"Jaime didn't agree, but I was convinced."

"Since you changed the secret person, why didn't you tell others?" Hermione asked keenly.

"Not even Dumbledore."

"Hermione, Dumbledore was busy! Busy fighting the Death Eaters, co-opting the wavering forces, and contacting wizards abroad.

All the burdens are on him, and you can't bother him with everything.

And Remus ......"

"He's a werewolf, you suspect he's a traitor and don't trust him, right?" William's eyebrows furrowed.

Blake's lips quirmed, and he admitted calmly, "That's right...... Do you already know he's a werewolf? ”

His face fell, and he seemed ashamed.

"The four of us are best friends, but when I knew there was a traitor around, I suddenly doubted him.

At that time, most of the werewolves in England surrendered to Voldemort, and he promised to give the werewolves the best treatment.

And on our side, Remus will be ostracized and even unable to find a job after graduation.

The idea that he was a traitor, like grass, took root in my heart and rose wildly.

As it turned out, I was wrong, and I couldn't have been more wrong. ”

He roared, "Peter is the traitor!" ”

William sighed.

Pride and prejudice.

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