After a morning of homework in the library, Harry walked back to the break room with his legs crossed. He didn't have a handbag that could fit all the textbooks and utensils, so he had to send his things back before eating.

The tired boy felt a little more energetic at the thought of the fragrant drumsticks, but after another turn, Harry's steps became heavier.

"Hello, Professor Pedirul."

Ron preemptively said hello to the short man in front of him, for some reason, it was clear that the other party's image was a little bad, but in his eyes, it was inexplicably kind.

"Hello, Professor Pedirul."

"Haha, hello, how are the kids, have you had a good weekend?"

Harry's greeting was long overdue, but Peter didn't care, and raised his hand affectionately as if to pat him, but paused as he fell, and finally placed it on Ron's shoulder.

"It's okay, it would be perfect if there was no homework."

Ron shrugged his shoulders, he felt very relaxed with Peter, like family.

"Well, I had the same wish when I was in school, but now I'm a homeworkmaker."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and smiled at each other, following the boy's example.

"Ron, can you do me a favor? Give it back to Mrs. Pince, and I'm going back to the office to get something."

"Yes, Professor Pediru."

The boy looked excitedly at Peter, the one he had always overlooked when he was with Harry in the past.

Not only did Professor Pedirus talk to him the most, but he also paid more attention to his attitude, and now he was even more away from Harry to ask for his help.

"Harry, would you mind coming to my office? I think there's something I should know for you."

Having succeeded in getting in the way, Peter turned his head like Harry had extended an invitation.

"Is it about my parents?"

Harry asked cautiously, and honestly, despite Peter's friendliness, the boy always felt something wasn't quite right with him.

"It's about your parents, but it's not all, let's go, I've ordered some butterbeer, it's coming in the morning, you're going to like them."

Without waiting for the boy to reply, Peter led the way to his office.

"You may be seated, Harry."

Peter poked the coffee table with his wand, and the latter reluctantly spat out a plate of pastries and two glasses of butterbeer.

"Here, taste. It was Jaime's favorite drink in third grade, but as we got older, we started trying something more exciting."

The man took a big sip of the wine and swallowed it slowly, looking extremely satisfied.

After twelve years as a rat, he is now particularly greedy for human pleasures, food, wine, and ......

Ahem, there are no conditions for this last one.

"Thank you, Professor Pedirul."

Harry took a sip of the foam, sweet, with only a hint of wine.

Although he didn't like to sit in this dark-toned room, the butterbeer tasted good.

"You're in your third year, and if Dumbledore hadn't forbade the students from going to Hogsmeade, you could have checked out the Three Broomsticks on the weekends, where Butterbeer is only served on site."

With that, Peter picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into his mouth, and the sound of gaba gaba chewing was sore in people's teeth.

Even with human memories, the perennial life of rats still had a great impact on Peter, such as his harder taste.

Harry didn't know about Peter's past, but he was sure they would like Hagrid's crust cake, and the boy suspected that it could be used for Noberta's teething.

"Professor Pedirus, Dumbledore closed the school because of that fugitive from Azkaban, why didn't we arrest him?"

Speaking of Hogsmeade, Harry had a little resentment in his heart, the first two years he could only watch Fred and them go out to play, and this year he finally had the qualifications to go, who knew that Hogsmeade had a weekend canceled.

"Of course we can defeat him, but we have to find him. Britain is so big, no one knows

Where will Siris go?"

Of course, Peter knew that Hogwarts must be Sirius's destination, but he did have some doubts, it stands to reason that school has been going on for a while, and with the means of his "old friend", it should have arrived a long time ago.

"Siris?"

Harry frowned, he knew Sirius's full name, it had been published in the Daily Prophet, and although the report did not elaborate on the feud between Peter, all kinds of gossip had been circulating at Hogwarts since the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor took office two months ago.

And when Peter pronounced the name of the murderer, the tone of his voice did not resemble that of an enemy.

"Siris Orion Black, I think you've probably heard something, the assailant and the attacked, it's a very simple relationship, right?"

There was still not much hatred in Peter's tone, not in disguise, but in a real way.

For seven years, the four of them were inseparable.

No one is born a follower, and as the one with the lowest status in the essence of the predators, it is pure self-deception to say that there is no turmoil in his heart.

He was jealous, unwilling, longing, and afraid of Sirius, but he really didn't have any hatred.

As friends, Sirius did enough to share her family secrets with them.

Even if in the end, Peter had to give up a finger and stay incognito for twelve years under the pursuit of the other party, but he also took advantage of this opportunity to get out of the sight of the remnants of the Dark Lord.

After that incident, I felt a little more guilty and moved.

Peter knew that if the object was not Jaime but himself, Sirius would avenge him as well.

But it's useless to think about it now, no matter how complicated the grievances are, they are only in the past, and now he has a snake head on his chest!

"The words in the newspaper are very one-sided, and there are some things that no one wants to mention, or rather, dare not mention."

The man's words were vague, but Harry immediately thought of a man, a man whose name was taboo.

"It's Voldemort, right? What Blake did had to do with Voldemort!"

It was obviously a questioning sentence, but in the end, the boy's tone became very affirmative.

"Don't name it, Harry, it's a man who can't name it. But you guessed it right, Blake chases ...... I did hunt down Blake because he had done an unforgivable thing for the 'mystery man'."

Peter's fingers were so hard that he almost knocked over his glass when he heard his master's name.

"Why can't you say that? I'm going to say, Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, you see, nothing happened, I confronted him, but he couldn't do anything."

Harry wanted to know what Blake had done, and should not have interrupted Peter's story, but for some reason, a wave of anger welled up in his heart when he saw the man's fear of Voldemort's name.

"Hogwarts has Dumbledore, there's Aini, Voldemort can't hurt anyone!"

The boy looked at Peter with a determined gaze and a proud tone.

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