The wand is black and shiny.

Blackthorn plum wood, dragon heart string staff core, eleven and a third inches.

Very well maintained by the previous owner.

There were just a few new tooth marks that damaged its condition.

Peter shuddered, his hand went limp, and his wand fell and plunged into the snow.

"Don't do that, you're a Gryffindor." Harry looked at him with a cold expression, and his tone didn't fluctuate at all, "It's a dark wizard who has dozens of lives in his hands. ”

Peter threw himself in the snow, wailing and pleading with Harry.

"It's useless to disguise." Harry frowned, his tone becoming impatient, "Who else can you hide from Sirius with the look you look like?" ”

The mouse's face and eyes were full of tears, and his mouth was full of painful words that he had confessed, but no matter where he was, there was no trace of remorse.

His breath was like sticky swamp silt, with an extremely disgusting aura.

He took out the amulet.

It trembled violently, and the humming sound even drowned out the wind and snow.

"Look up and look at me." Harry snapped.

Peter subconsciously looked up.

"You can't hide your malice, so why keep pretending?" Harry flattened, "A lot of people say my face looks a lot like my dad, James Potter. ”

"Then you will treat me as him."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable betraying your friends and killing them under the guise of someone else's hands?"

"It's better to kill a friend who was betrayed by yourself with your own hands, right?"

As he spoke, Harry paused, "I assure you, it's just me, Uncle Lupin, the Godfather, and even Hermione and Ron won't be involved." ”

Peter picked up his wand and struggled to his feet, his eyes bitter and hateful, staring at the man in front of him.

"Potter, I know you're up for it." Peter took a deep breath and habitually arched his back, "But you'll regret it, it's not the same thing as dealing with magical creatures and fighting with professors." ”

"Aren't you a magical beast?" Harry scoffed, "A magical bald rat that can turn into a human." ”

Peter gritted his teeth.

Harry walked up to Hermione and handed her his wand, "Hermione, lend me your wand." ”

Hermione was stunned, pulled out her wand and placed it in Harry's hand, her face puzzled.

"I don't bully you." Harry looked at Peter's hand, "That's not your wand, and I won't use mine. ”

Hermione's wand was similarly well maintained.

Grapevine wood, dragon heartstrings, slightly shorter than Harry's own wand, ten and three-quarters inches.

It was held in Harry's hand, and his breath was entangled with great joy.

The wind and snow were howling, and the trees were scraping like knives, and the dead branches were swaying.

Lupin: They stepped aside.

Crook Hill they also quieted down.

In the middle of a white expanse, two small black dots.

Crunch, crunch –

Harry stepped on the snow and walked up to Peter and pulled the Gryffindor sword from his Sorting Hat: "Remember duel etiquette? ”

Peter bowed and bowed.

"Alder!"

Harry raised his hand, the magic swept the impact, the snow splashed, Peter staggered and fell, he strode forward, one hand raised, put a layer of quinn on himself, the power of thunder, and the other held the sword and nailed it down.

"Etiquette, that's for people."

"There's no such thing between us."

He suppressed his voice and hissed in a low voice, spitting the words out of his throat.

The sword will see blood.

Peter was a rat after all, and with a shrunk of his body, he twisted back into the Anima Magus, dodging the sword, and in the blink of an eye, he turned back into his human form, raising his wand and aiming it at Harry's chest.

Harry kicked him in the waist hard.

He wailed, unable to pronounce the incantation.

Another sword stabbed!

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

The air was surging, and Quinn's golden light shimmered, pushing Harry back, and Peter burrowed into the snow.

A few groans -

The robe turned into a metallic vine, and stabbed Peter in the shin and pierced mercilessly, blood gushing out, staining white and red, accompanied by a miserable scream.

The vine pulled, pulling Peter's body and dragging him back.

From the bottom of the snow, a swarm of rats, grinning bloody maws almost half the size of their bodies, rushed towards Harry.

"Alder!"

The seal was struck, and the rat flew upside down, rolling in the snow and dirt, and Harry tugged at the vine again, and the other end was light and weightless.

Rats are jumping all over the floor.

Harry glanced at him, spotted him at once, waved his wand, and his robes formed a prison, falling from the sky and slamming them down.

The rat was startled, twisted back into human form, and waved his hand.

Explode the prison open, but then another prison is covered.

Peter struggled and fled in the snow.

He wanted to fight back, too, but Harry's pace of battle was like a storm, and the little wizard was stronger than Ron and the little lions were described.

His physical strength, magic power, and spiritual will were all consumed extremely quickly.

If you continue like this, you will die!

Really going to die!

Peter's eyes were full of fear, and this thought tormented him for thirteen years, and the rope was around his neck, and each year it was tighter, and he became more and more breathless.

And now......

The rope was finally about to stop his breathing completely.

Do you want to wait for death?

Peter raised his wand, gathering his magic, and he was going to recite the spell, the spell that allowed him to fake his death and survive.

Phew-

The vine swung and whipped it in his hand, knocking the wand off.

There is no way for the magic to be vented, and it is silently extinguished in the hands.

Peter stared at the wand as it fell, as it plunged into the snow, but did nothing more, and with a pop he fell to his knees.

"You're weak." Harry looked at him in a cold tone, "I'm disappointed. ”

"My father and mother died because of people like you."

"I thought you would be strong, I thought you would be ambitious, I thought you would be cruel......"

Speaking of this, Harry paused, took a step forward, and the mouse couldn't help but shudder.

"But what did you show me?"

Harry's tone was complicated.

"Weak, cowardly, evasive."

"It's ridiculous that my parents would die because of you."

"It's ridiculous."

Peter looked up, didn't speak, and looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

Badges no longer vibrate.

Harry walked over slowly, raised his sword, and swung it down with all his might, the sharp blade severing his head and falling to the ground with a grunt.

The fountain of blood splattered high.

The cold wind was still cold, blowing like a knife, and the white land was boundless, with two small red figures.

This wasn't Harry's first killing.

But this is the first time he has killed someone, and his heart is empty.

Revenge?

It's as simple as that?

"Harry." Sirius rolled over to Harry's side, stumbling on his left foot and falling in front of him, his face bloodied, "It's okay. ”

"Peter, this scum, he is not human at all."

"He's finally dead!"

Harry looked back and shook his head, "Godfather, don't comfort me, I'm fine. ”

"I'm just ......"

"Without a real sense of vengeance, Peter died."

Hermione stood beside Lupin, her head tilted, her nose a little sour, she and Ron, Harry's closest friends, could see Harry's expression more than anyone else.

But no matter when or what the occasion.

Harry has always been the mature, powerful "little lion king".

But what about now?

He finally looks like a thirteen-year-old child, with confusion on his face, no one is mature for no reason, and the happier the child, the more innocent he is.

Hermione clenched her wand in her hand.

"Dumbledore might want to see a living Peter." Lupin stared at the old friend's head and sighed.

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and flew in with Peter's bag before.

Corpses and heads flew in.

"Dumbledore is Dumbledore after all." He whispered, "He's not Black, he's not Lupin, he's not Potter. ”

"Let's go, go find him......"

The last sentence was not finished.

In the distance, a sad chill surged in.

There was also the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Blake!" Scrimgeur's voice came, and he trotted over, gritting his teeth, and there was even some surprise in his voice.

Behind him was a group of Aurors.

and a group of Dementors who were some distance from the Aurors, but the black pressed like a dark cloud.

"Their noses are so sensitive!" Sirius clenched his fists and was about to turn into a black dog when he was grabbed by Lupin.

The Auror Office Chief lost his hat and saw the mess, the various Transfigurations, the traces of the spell battle, and the blood in the ground.

With a chuckle in his heart, he looked at Harry, "Potter, are you alright?" ”

"I don't know when you're blind." Harry shook his head and greeted him.

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief, he was used to this kind of greeting, and turned to look at Sirius: "That's Blake subdued by you?" Thank goodness Harry, you're so good, so ...... him"

Harry waved his wand and stuck it in the snow, and the blood-stained wand flew into Sirius' hand.

Scrimgeour saw this scene in his eyes, and he didn't react a little, his brain shut down, and after a while, he said in a panic: "Potter, what are you doing?" ”

"This is Blake, the murderer of your parents!"

Harry raised his hand and arched Sirius's waist.

But he buried his head and accepted Scrimgeour's words.

Lupin sighed.

Hermione couldn't bear to look at him, and Ron knew that he had to at least open his mouth now and defend himself a few words before Harry could tell him about Peter.

"Director Scrimgeoart, we're bringing Sirius to the Headmaster's office now? I think we can sit down and talk slowly. Harry sighed and whispered.

Very good......

He understood a truth, Sirius and Dumbledore were opposites, and he was not reliable at all in major matters.

"We can, but Blake can't." Scrimgeour shook his head, "He's going to be brought back to Azkaban, and the Ministry of Magic needs to give the wizards an account as soon as possible." ”

Harry's tone was serious and firm, "Director Scrimthour, I think there's a lot of things you need to know again. ”

This chapter is a bit tangled, and I don't feel very satisfied with it (although the Hardymort that was written by a book friend last night really feels good, but unfortunately it doesn't fit Harry now)

Tangled all morning.

Now the first watch, the third watch in the evening!

Thank you for the reward of the dragon in another world~

Thank you for the reward from Dong Po Elbow~~

Thanks to Carl Sagan's dragon for the tip~

Thank you for the reward from the top of the five~

Thanks to Zhuanyin Hecheng, book friends 6179, meow 99, book friends 2815 for their tips~

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