Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 124 You Are Snape! (Fourth update ~ please subscribe ~)

Like a knife, it seems to be able to cut through the heart of Yufeng.

Sirius' eyes sharpened immediately, and he stared at Harry viciously: "Are you Snape? Have you taken Polyjuice Potion?"

"You bastard, disgusting slug, dirty dog... rat-like thing."

"You turned into the child of James, oh, if you don't get Lily, your heart has already started to twist, are you going to attack Harry?"

"Disgusting, vile, despicable..."

He cursed eloquently, and struggled to get up, his eyes were fierce, wishing he could stab the "Snape" in front of him with his eyes.

"My dear godfather, calm down." Harry shook his head, "With the relationship between Professor Snape and you, I'm afraid he can't call you "Godfather"."

Sirius was taken aback.

It seems to be the truth...

"I know what you want to do," continued Harry. "For Peter Pettigrew?"

Sirius nodded blankly.

He was surprised.

This news...

How did Harry know?
"It wasn't you, but him who was the secret-keeper of Potter's old house?" Harry asked.

Sirius nodded numbly again.

He also knew the news.

Animagus can still use Lupine to explain, but this news, except for himself and Peter, is no longer known to the living.

"Peter has been caught by me." Harry said lightly, throwing out a message.

Sirius habitually nodded numbly, and let out an "oh". After a while, he realized the meaning of this sentence, raised his head suddenly, and stared at Harry, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Peter? Peter Pettigrew?" His voice was hoarse, like the wind sweeping through a dead tree.

Harry nodded: "Yes, Wormtail, Pettigrew Peter, the one who betrayed my father, he used Animagus to become a pet of the Weasley family and hid it for 13 years."

Sirius felt his mouth dislocate.

The man in front of him looks a lot like James.

Except the tone of voice, except those eyes.

But only these two points were different, which made him feel that this child was very strange.

"Are you really Harry?" Sirius hesitated, and asked this question again.

shouldn't be...

How could James' child have such a character?

Calm, mature and wise.

And he's only 13 years old.

The year when the accident happened, he was only one year old, how could he know so clearly inside and out?

Harry rolled his eyes, waved his hands, and continued: "I asked Hermione to inform Uncle Lupine, and he will bring..."

He looked back and paused: "Don't wait, it's here now."

The wind and snow filled the air.

Sirius looked, he didn't see anything, but he couldn't say anything, so he just waited quietly with Harry.

With a wave of Harry's wand, a branch turned into a blanket and covered him, shielding him from the wind and snow.

"Oh, thanks." Sirius muttered, whispering his thanks.

He was now beginning to be convinced that this man was not "Snape", that man would not be so caring.

Harry waved his hand.

After a while, Lupine, Hermione, and Ron came, with a huge bag floating behind them.

"What... what's going on here?" Lupine looked at the hanging Sirius in surprise. He thought about the warm scene where the godfather and godson recognized each other all the way, but it didn't happen at all.

He also deliberately slowed down, just to give them time to pour out their feelings.

"He can't listen, there's nothing I can do, I can only force him to listen." Harry replied succinctly.

Sirius looked at Remus and buried his head in the blanket: "Harry, put me down, thank you, I won't run away, really not."

Harry waved his wand.

The man in the tree fell heavily into the snow.

"Long time no see, Sirius." Lupine greeted him.

Sirius stared straight at the bag behind Lupine: "This is Peter in it?"

Lupine nodded, and with a flick of his wand, the pouch opened to reveal a comatose Peter.

"Let me kill him!" Sirius raised his wand and pointed it at him with fierce eyes, "This despicable traitor..."

He hadn't been able to say the spell yet.

A snowball hit his face.

The branches stretched out again, binding his hands.

"Calm down, my dear godfather." Harry said softly, "It's my duty to take revenge, and you are qualified to replace me only if I die."

Sirius panicked: "Don't say such unlucky words."

Harry looked at him with complicated eyes, and said softly, "Now that you see Peter, you should feel relieved?"

"Would you no longer suspect that I'm Professor Snape who drank Polyjuice Potion?"

Lupine stared round.

Hermione also had a look of disbelief.

"The way you scold people is too much like that slug." Sirius turned his head, very confident.

Harry shook his head: "I want to ask you a question."

Sirius raised his head and met his gaze: "I will tell you whatever you ask, Harry, and I will not hide anything from you."

"Why have you been refusing to tell others the truth for 13 years?" Harry asked.

Sirius sighed and lowered his head: "Harry, I am sorry for you, sorry for James, and sorry for Lily."

"Their deaths are tantamount to being caused by me..."

Harry cut him off: "Your name."

Sirius was taken aback.

Harry waved his hand and asked again, "Your name."

"Sirius Black," he answered blankly.

Harry nodded: "I thought you were so stupid that you forgot your name, thought you were Pettigrew Peter, or Tom Riddle."

"Who is Tom Riddle?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Voldemort," Harry replied.

Except for Ron, even if Hermione was restraining, they couldn't help shivering.

"It was Voldemort who killed my parents, and Peter who betrayed my parents." Harry poked his chest with his wand, "Don't take the matter of killing my parents on you."

"Perhaps Voldemort and Peter still feel that you are taking credit from them."

Sirius couldn't hold back, tears streaming down his face: "Yes, but I suggested that James change the secret keeper to Peter. If it wasn't for my suggestion, I insisted, and this kind of thing would never have happened."

"Really?" Harry shook his head, looking at Peter floating in the air, "But if Peter can persist in not betraying his friends, wouldn't this happen?"

"Don't deny the only idea you have with your head."

Peter's eyelids trembled.

"Don't pretend to be asleep Peter, I know you're awake." Harry waved his wand, and a snowball hit the mouse hard on the face.

Peter woke up shivering, and he was about to speak.

Harry cast a spell and called: "Now is the time for our family to reunite, and those who are unlucky should not speak."

Peter opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"A family reunion".

These few words touched the most vulnerable part of Sirius' heart again, and he couldn't help crying louder. After a while, he sobbed and said, "Harry, can you let go of my hand."

"At least let me wipe away my tears, it's freezing."

Harry waved his wand.

Sirius brushed the icicles off his face.

"Did it ever occur to you that if you had told Dumbledore about this sooner, Peter would have died 13 years ago." Harry walked up to Sirius and looked up at him.

Sirius was taken aback.

It makes sense, but... what was my thought 13 years ago?

Harry helplessly covered his face: "Very well, my dear godfather, really, I really didn't expect that I'm starting to agree with Professor Snape's words now."

"No, Harry, how can you, that evil guy..." Sirius roared angrily.

But no one paid him any attention.

Lupine patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him: "Sirius is just a special case. If you think about Hermione and Ron, they are all very smart and intelligent Gryffindors."

Sirius gritted his teeth, and let out a low growl like a dog barking.

There are obviously six Gryffindors here—oh, that scumbag Peter doesn’t count, there are obviously five Gryffindors, how could he be excluded.

"What are you going to do next?" Lupine asked the crucial question.

Sirius replied immediately, with a fierce tone: "Just kill Peter!"

"Such a despicable thing should be shredded into pieces!"

Lupine changed the phrase and asked again: "I mean, how do you want to clear Sirius' name?"

"It's easy, just a memory," Harry said softly, walking up to Peter, resting his wand on his temple, and uttered a spell.

The silver thread was slowly pulled out by him.

"What's this?" Ron swallowed.

"Memory Charm, Harry, how can you do this?" Sirius tilted his head back, a little surprised.

Harry replied flatly, "Professor Snape taught me."

Sirius was taken aback.

He was suddenly very upset, turned his head, took out a snowball, and threw it at Crookshanks who was staring at the thread of memory, ready to move.

It reacted quickly, shrank its body, and almost got hit.The sudden attack made it let out an annoyed cry, and rushed towards Sirius, slapping him hard on the face, leaving a claw mark.

It knew that this person was not a good dog.

Stuffing the memory into the bottle, Harry threw it into the Sorting Hat: "That's enough."

"Is this okay?" Lupine was a little worried.

Harry chuckled with a bright smile: "Of course, a memory, a dead body of a 'hero' who should have been blown to pieces but lived on for 13 years, and the stupid godfather who can be fed Veritaserum at any time .”

Sirius was stunned: "Harry, you can delete that word."

"And idiots who can be given Veritaserum at any time." Harry was kind.

Sirius clenched his fists and lowered his head: "That's still the idiot godfather."

Lupine said softly, "You really look like your mother when you smile."

"Godfather, give me the wand." Harry held out his hand to him.

Sirius didn't hesitate either.

Harry undid all the restraints on Peter.

As soon as he landed, he threw himself at Harry's feet: "Harry, I'm your father's best friend, you can't kill me, even if you want to clear Sirius of the crime, you must and should hand me over to the Ministry of Magic. "

Harry shoved the wand to Peter, and said calmly, "It's been 13 years, do you still remember how to cast a spell?"

　Thanks to book friends 2815 for the reward~
　　I'm going to bed, go to bed early and get up early, I shouldn't have insomnia today!
　　
　
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