"What do you say you're about?"

Harry clutched his shoulders and moved slightly, Dudley's medicine was useful, and it didn't hurt much now.

Dudley's expression was a little helpless, and he simply stopped and stood in front of his cousin.

"Forget it, what else do you want to ask, ask now, I don't really want to fight this battle anyway."

Harry's gaze scanned around the gear on his body, and from time to time he let out an exclamatory inhalation:

"Dudley, how did you become this. What witcher? ”

This sentence seemed to carry some magic, and Dudley's expression slowly floated a trace of sadness:

"I want revenge on my father."

Harry didn't expect to hear such an answer, and he was immediately stunned, and in a trance he seemed to think of Aunt Petunia with tears in her eyes:

"If there is a chance to avenge Vernon."

A sharp sour sensation welled up, like eating a sour orange on an empty stomach.

"Okay, let's do it together."

"Me? The church said there was a big action, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the survival of the church, and so we came. ”

Dudley began to walk without saying a word, originally he had no ideas, no goals, at the moment he only had one thought, that is, to find his mother as soon as possible.

Harry took a deep breath and whispered.

Harry summoned his Patronus as he spoke, and he smiled at Dudley:

"I didn't think about it before."

He was angry and anxious, but he couldn't blame Harry for that, because no one would have expected such a big incident to happen, but Harry's answer made him relax a lot.

Harry nodded:

This sentence was like a hammer blow to Harry, and he suddenly stammered:

"I remembered Dudley, that Aunt Petunia was here, too."

Dudley shook his head, frowned, and said:

"I thought I would be able to go back in a few days, but I didn't expect that so much time had passed, and I didn't know how my mother was at home alone."

He lowered his head and stroked the head of the patron saint, and whispered:

Harry asked casually as he looked around.

"The Super Goblet of Fire will invite families. You know, I don't have any relatives anymore, so Sirius invited Aunt Penny, but I didn't expect that."

"It's safe, Zhang dug a hole in the ground at the beginning, and now the wounded and their families are hiding in the hole, and there are people guarding it."

"Take us to our companions—"

"Wait a minute, Dudley, there's this fog, there's definitely no way to go like this, but I have an idea."

"Mom. Also here? ”

Dudley opened his mouth, his strength seemed to be drained, nervousness and anxiety mixed together, like a flame, scorching his heart.

The silver bighorn nodded, and sprang into the mist, before returning a moment later, motioning for Harry to follow.

Dudley looked at him in surprise, but didn't say anything, and the two fell into an unspeakable silence for a moment.

Dudley turned his head stiffly, the shock and doubt on his face overflowing, and he said word by word:

"By the way – what's going on now? How did you suddenly get here? ”

"Mom, she's okay?"

"It looks so good."

"Haha, who is this? Peter? ”

Sirius looked happily at the man in front of him, with a hatred deep in his bones, his wand was pinched by him, he was so hard that the joints were a little white.

Peter was short, with thin, pale hair unkempt and a large bald patch on the top of his head.

The pointed nose and small, watery eyes also have the characteristics of a mouse.

Peter looked nervously at Sirius, breathing heavily, his eyes wandering around.

"Little—Sirius. My friend" Peter seemed to see that there was no chance of escaping now, so a flattering smile appeared on his face: "My friend. How about the last day since I saw you in a long time?

You look good," he said, looking at Sirius, breathing harder and faster.

"Yes, yes—" Sirius's voice was cold and emotionless, and although he still had a smile on his face, his smile only made Peter shudder.

"You know, Peter, I've fantasized about this scene countless times. What's wrong? Are you still thinking of any tricks?

What you've done, we all know it in our hearts."

"No, no, no, Blake," Peter pleaded, and he knelt down, "If Lily and Jaime were in them they would forgive me, I'm really scared of that. The man who couldn't even mention my name caught me, and they tortured me! ”

Peter said with tears in his eyes:

"That's so painful, if I don't say it, they're going to kill me, Blake, you've been protecting me, I don't want to die!"

Blake laughed, laughing so wildly that even tears came out of his eyes, and he grabbed his hair in pain:

"I used to think that all four of us were willing to die for each other, but I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to become a spy in order to survive!"

At that moment, Peter suddenly struck, and a piercing green light shot out from his wand, but Blake reacted faster, and he dodged with a dodge.

A flash of red light flashed, and Peter screamed, flicking the spell away.

Without the slightest words, the former friend used all his strength in a moment, just wanting to knock each other down.

Blake waved his wand as if he was holding an axe to split the person across from him in half.

Peter only felt his scalp tingle, and years of experience as a rat told him that if he continued to fight, he would most likely die.

So he saw an opportunity, endured the great pain in his fingers, and roared wildly.

It was the reward he received for his defection to Voldemort, a powerful dark magic that came at the cost of a finger.

A violent explosion sounded, and the wizard not far from him only felt that the flower in front of him flew into the sky.

This terrifying spell that once blew up an entire street is now causing unprecedented devastation.

Suddenly there was smoke and dust, and the screams were incessant, but Peter seemed to have heard nothing, and his expression was twisted and he clutched his bloody palms, and he was about to turn into a mouse.

But in the next second, he only felt a numbness in his arm, and his wand came out of his hand.

He froze, trembling nervously, and looked behind him in disbelief.

"Confused? Right? Sirius slowly walked out through the dust of the explosion, slowly snapping Peter's wand off and looking into his desperate eyes.

In my heart was an explosion of joy and wanton killing intent.

Sirius's voice choked up:

"There have been countless times when I have dreamed of returning to that night, and I did not pretend to be clever enough to change the secret man to you sinister villain

There have also been countless times when I've been back down that street, fantasizing about how I'd dodge and catch you if I knew in advance that you still had that trick."

His blood-red eyes stared at Peter Pettigrew, who was already trembling.

"I've simulated this scene countless times in my mind, so when you flick my wand I know what you're going to do."

Blake suddenly raised his wand: "Drill the heart and remove the bones!" ”

Unprecedented pain mixed with fear took hold of Peter's mind at this moment, and he fell to the ground wailing like a maggot rolling back and forth.

"Spare me, Blake! Please, spare me! ”

Peter burst into tears, and he squirmed on the ground to crawl in Blake's direction.

Sirius, however, was unmoved, just happily staring at Peter on the ground.

"This is just the beginning. Peter"

Sirius whispered, and he raised his wand again:

"Drill the bones! Drill the heart and debon! Drill the heart and debon! ”

At this moment, Peter's scream was as high as a whistle, and he was like a fish lifted ashore, his body bent into an eerie arc.

His mouth was open to the limit, his eyes bulging, and he looked at the sky silently.

Then the saliva and tears and snot mixed together in this second, covering the whole face, and he rolled frantically on the ground, hitting his head against the ground.

"Ah!!!!h

Sirius slowly crouched down, without a hint of expression on his handsome face:

"You know what? Peter, you don't suffer as much as I do at the moment, do you know how I got over in Azkaban? Every minute and every second I live in endless remorse."

"Leave me alone, Sirius. Please, please, it's that damn Voldemort who threatens me, he's not human, he's a monster!

It's the Voldemort who raised him who blames him!

Please, let me go."

Look at Peter Pettigrew, who is madly invective at Voldemort.

The thrill of revenge surging in Sirius's heart suddenly disappeared, and he even felt a little bored.

At this moment, he was unprecedentedly sober, it turned out that we once thought that we were like brothers, friends who could give their lives for each other.

Just one such villain.

He didn't even betray for anything like power, power, just intimidation.

Tears flowed down Blake's thin face, and the patriarch of the Black family, the once uninhibited and flamboyant young master, whimpered in a low voice.

"James, Lily, we're really really looking at the wrong person, dying at the hands of this kind of person"

Under Pettigrew's terrified and desperate gaze, Sirius poked his wand around his neck, shaking his head frantically to continue with disgusting words begging for mercy.

But Blake just looked at him indifferently.

"Go down and tell the others what you say, Peter."

He slid his wand cleanly, and a huge wound appeared on Peter's neck.

Blood gushed out, and Peter clutched his neck, writhing wildly, and crawled forward with reluctance and despair in his eyes.

Beside him, Blake watched expressionlessly.

It's like slaughtering one. Pathetic rats

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)