Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 118: The “hero” who hasn’t died?

　　 "What I want to announce today is a piece of good news." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "But today's protagonist is not me, an old man, but another person that everyone never expected."

　　

　　 "Oh, look, that's Cornelius Fudge, my father's immediate boss." Ron said in surprise while pointing to the stage with his mouth wide open.

　　

　　 "Why did he show up here?" Harry asked, his impression of this middle-aged man was not good at all, except for the official accents he had in the cauldron bar at the time and his own concealment, as the Minister of Magic , He also allowed those dementors to act as guards without restraint.

　　

　　 Of course, wanting to restrain is actually powerless.

　　

　　 To be honest, Harry would rather face the traitor that he hates and betray his parents, Sirius Black, than fight the dementors who sneak in the dark, cheering despair and pain.

　　

　　 They always remind themselves of the past that has gradually blurred, but is extremely cruel and terrible.

　　

　　 Fudge came on stage at this time. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie, which made him look very formal. The purple pointed boots and dark green top hat matched his somewhat short body. , Just barely pulled his height back to an ordinary level, not looking so short.

　　

　　 "Oh, classmates, hello." Fudge looked at the students sitting in the audience and spoke.

　　

　　 "First I have to apologize to you." Fudge said sincerely, putting on a serious expression, and then quickly bowed deeply to the students off the court.

　　

　　 There was an uproar off the court.

　　

　　 "Gosh, did he take the wrong medicine?" Ron said to Harry in surprise.

　　

　　 "My dad often complains that Fudge ignores the feelings of his men." Ron continued to mutter to himself in wonder.

　　

　　 "I think so too." Harry agreed in a low voice. He still remembered Fudge's disgusting officialdom when he met at the bar last time.

　　

　　 "Because of my mistakes, which caused serious trouble to you, I originally trusted the guards so much, but now I finally know that those things are unreliable." Fudge looked sad, then quickly stepped off the stage and found Gryffindor held Harry's hand tightly in that position, and he said: "They almost killed our hero-Harry Potter!"

　　

　　 "Harry, is your injury healed?" he asked with concern.

　　

　　 "Okay, okay." Harry uncomfortably wanted to get rid of Fudge's slightly greasy palm. He couldn't accept that people he didn't know were suddenly so affectionate to him.

　　

　　 "That's good." He seemed to heaved a sigh of relief, straightened his tie, returned to the stage and said, "But thankfully, Principal Dumbledore helped me generously. , That riot finally disappeared."

　　

　　 The audience is indifferent.

　　

　　 is obviously not buying his account.

　　

　　 Dementors have caused them a great deal of trouble. How can a few understatement ease their minds?

　　

　　 Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat that was constantly coming out of his head.

　　

　　 He remembered what the little guy told him, as a politician, acting should become a talent and instinct, even if the audience in the audience looks lacking in interest, he still has to keep it going.

　　

　　 He also understood these principles before, but after putting it into practice, he suddenly discovered that there was a problem with his acting direction.

　　

　　The dementor's disposal method is indeed a big stab.

　　

　　 At least until now, they have made no new contributions except to add chaos to themselves.

　　

　　 Malfoy also told him that his classmates often wrote to their parents complaining that the Dementors had affected their studies and life. If they failed at the end of the term, it might be the Dementors’ fault. .

　　

　　Think about it, who are his classmates? Most of them are descendants of pure-blood families. The reason why I have not stepped down until now is precisely because there are still several pure-blood families who need him in this position, so they continue to vigorously support him and help him a lot Jin Jialong, reverse public opinion.

　　

　　 Otherwise, my own reputation may not simply be much better than Black.

　　

　　 He remembered the conclusion drawn to him by the Daily Prophet—how long can the faint and incompetent lucky person sit in that position?

　　

　　 So this group of students must be the ones they need to fight for. What they represent behind them is their parents, and even their families, who really can’t make friends or offend them.

　　

　　 The decision he made the other day was indeed too sloppy.

　　

　　 "Click, click." The click of the magic camera came from the direction of the door, and occasionally brought some dazzling flashes. A tall and thin man in a dark gray robe was holding it with both hands. A camera keeps pressing the shutter.

　　

　　 "I don't believe he would be willing to put himself in the newspaper in a low-pitched manner." Ron spoke again, and he had a bad impression of the man on the stage.

　　

　　 "Look at it, he might have something weird about to come out later." Ron said with the mentality of watching the show.

　　

　　 Harry did not answer.

　　

　　"Crookshanks, what's the matter with you?" Hermione suddenly felt a restlessness at Crookshanks on the soles of her feet, and the fluffy fur of the big **** cat that had been intimately nestled on the soles of her feet suddenly exploded. Her calf was stabbing, and the flat face was filled with anger. It was about to rush towards the stage, but it was picked up by Hermione's hands and placed it on the table.

　　

　　 "Quiet, Crookshanks." Hermione said affectionately next to her pet, "Don't mess around. If you're hungry, I'll find you something to eat later. We're in a meeting now."

　　

　　 Then she started stroking Crookshank's fur with her hand, straightening it out, and soothing its somewhat manic mood.

　　

　　 "I'm quite energetic now." Hermione thought.

　　

　　 "But!" Fudge said suddenly excited, "We got incredible good news the other day." He gave a mysterious smile.

　　

　　 "Our hero, winner of the Merlin First Class Medal, Mr. Peter Pettigrew did not die!"

　　

　　 "What." Lupin, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, stood up suddenly and stared at the front of the stage.

　　

　　 "Remus, my old friend!" A short man walked out slowly from behind Fudge, opened his hands and made a hug gesture, his tiny eyes filled with excited tears, he His head is bald, but the remaining small part of his gray hair is neatly combed. The costume is a well-kept pure black tuxedo. Of course, it is a little funny on his stubby figure. , On the chest is also covered with medals symbolizing honor.

　　

　　 In addition to the first Merlin Merlin Medal, other organizations have also rewarded him.

　　

　　 Lupin was a little excited. A good friend he thought had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, but he instinctively felt something wrong.

　　

　　 "Where have you been in these twelve years?" Lupin asked suddenly, looking at him from top to bottom, letting his joy fade as much as possible.

　　

　　 "No, don't talk about that." Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly twisted sharply, waving his hand in pain.

　　

　　 At this moment, Moody, the crazy-eyed man under the stage, quickly stood up, ran to the front, and turned his horrible magic eye, constantly looking at Peter Pettigrew in front of him.

　　

　　 "No Imperius Curse was found, nor was it the compound decoction effect. There was no magic in disguise." Moody said in his hoarse voice, and then went back to his seat and sat down without anyone else. Looks like watching silently before.

　　

　　 "Of course, he won't be fake, I know him very well." Lupin said loudly, "but he must tell me where he has been all these years."

　　

　　 "I have always been by your side." Peter Pettigrew gradually recovered his composure, and said with a wry smile.

　　

　　 Snape gloomily stared at the scene of the "brothers" reunion before him, with a mocking smile from time to time.

　　

　　 Crookshank’s hard-working hair stood up again. It turned over its chubby body and stood up on the table, with apricot eyes staring at the little star Peter on the stage. , Snarled his sharp teeth.

　　

　　 "Oh, my goodness, Crookshanks, don't be like this." Hermione hugged Crookshanks in her arms quickly, not letting it make a sound.

　　

　　 "Are you telling a joke?" Lupin's eyes became more suspicious, and his face was still a little pale.

　　

　　 "Of course, I won't lie like some traitors." Peter Pettigrew said bitterly.

　　

　　 "Do you remember where I was when the news of my death was announced?" Peter asked.

　　

　　 "Of course, it was on a crowded street, Sirius, no, that traitor made an explosion. Kill you, and twelve Muggles!" Lupin said excitedly, clenched his fists. "Then please tell me why you, who have been dead for more than ten years, are here today!"

　　

　　 "Because my memory is restored." Peter tried his best to express his excitement.

　　

　　 "Memory?" Lupin repeated the phrase, and the doubtful eyes were instantly filled with confusion.

　　

　　 "Remember, I've never been smarter than you, you, James, and him, learning new things faster than us." Peter Pettigrew said with a look of recollection, his eyes still kept Moist.

　　

　　 "It would be nice if I could work harder." Peter Dwarf continued to blame himself and said in pain, "So I can subdue him, and those innocent Muggles will not die." Dwarf pointed at him. His head said: "Not only did he use that powerful explosive spell, he even used the drill spell on me before that"

　　

　　 The teachers and some of the students present felt a chill in their hearts.

　　

　　 "I was rolling on the floor in pain, as if thousands of ants were tearing my skin, even into my bone marrow... He told me to betray you too, so that person would let us have a way out."

　　

　　 "Stop talking." Lupin yelled and interrupted Peter Pettigrew's words. He couldn't bear to listen to the past: his once best friend cast such a cruel curse on his other, even There is no shame in recruiting.

　　

　　 Does he think everyone is as shameless as him!

　　

　　 "Wormtail, do you remember?" Peter Pettigrew said tentatively.

　　

　　 "How could I forget?" Lupin's emotions became excited again.

　　

　　 "He would never think that the Animagus he and James helped me learn would allow me to escape in front of him." Peter Pettigrew continued to tell the students and teachers before him the most The "real" scene.

　　

　　"At that time, there was a manhole cover not far from me. Even though it was so painful, I still noticed it. He was so proud at that time and smiled madly, as if he could be tortured by looking at me. I was greatly satisfied with my appearance, but it also gave me a chance to escape."

　　

　　 "Maybe Merlin is blessing me." He said, "Under the terrible pain, I actually succeeded in casting that spell." Peter Pettigrew's eyes became more and more red, "But in the end he still reacted. Coming over, just after I jumped into the sewer, a huge wave of air and roar came from behind me, and I even heard the sharp and desperate cry of Muggles from onlookers."

　　

　　 "I was still knocked unconscious, and the aftermath exploded one of my fingers." Peter Pettigrew said as he raised his palm that was missing a finger. "I don’t remember what happened afterwards. I knew what happened afterwards through Mr. Fudge. Soon Auror troops appeared on the scene and took him back to Azkaban. I escaped from him. A catastrophe."

　　

　　 "And then?" Lupin rushed directly up and took the handicapped hand of Peter Pettigrew.

　　

　　 "Then I lost my memory." Peter Pettigrew also squeezed Lupin's hand tightly. "Pain is always harassing my nerves. When I learned of James' death, his betrayal, and physical torture, I was able to endure it with my own anger and meager will. The power of the curse, but after I escaped, the power of the curse burst into my body madly..."

　　

　　 Neville under the stage started to sob, thinking of his parents who had been mentally disturbed by the heart-stirring curse~IndoMTL.com~ Amnesia may recover, but his parents' injuries are difficult to recover.

　　

　　"Perhaps good people are rewarded." He said, "I have forgotten a lot of things. I can't even cast the curse to restore my original form. I can only maintain my form."

　　

　　" I just rely on my instinct to walk aimlessly through the sewers of the city. Maybe sometimes I go back to the land again, maybe I go to the wilderness again, but I don’t even know... …But in the end, I met a good-hearted family."

　　

　　"Maybe I was taken care of by them. I don’t know when I have self-awareness again, but at the same time I am very thin. I feel like being in my own body, but facing my own My body was powerless, watching my actions like a bystander, but I was already awake at that time."

　　

　　 "I was taken in by the Weasleys." Peter Pettigrew said, and the little eyes looked at the Gryffindor table.

　　

　　 "Oh my God." Ron whispered in disbelief, and then he looked at Peter in a daze.