v4 Chapter 153： pride and Prejudice!

It's different from what you imagined.

William imagined the picture:

Black struggled to the death, trying to resist futilely.

William beat him like a defeated dog, and then took the opportunity to "accidentally" and cut him with a cutting spell to give him eternal governance.

It can be regarded as revenge for being cheated during the summer vacation.

Then, William said lightly: Hmm, I already knew the whole truth.

Blake's dog body shook, endured the severe pain in his crotch, and bowed his head.

But before the fight started, the black dog skipped the beating step and lay down in the rain curtain like a dog, pretending to be dead motionless.

This kind of feeling is very similar, the car has not started yet, and the old man Pengci is already lying under the car.

Makes William very upset.

Start is not, do not start, and want to run over Black.

But he didn't relax either. At present, various conclusions are based on speculation with Hermione, and there is no substantial evidence.

Is William really sure that Peter is still alive? No!

Blake must be innocent? Not necessarily!

So even without resistance, William still waved his wand.

The **** dog rose into the air, as if it was suspended in the middle of a spider web, with its four claws open and its head fixed.

"The **** capture plan, complete!"

This line was supposed to be said after handsomely beating Blake... It's a pity, it doesn't have much momentum now.

The three walked through the rain curtain and walked towards the cave.

After entering the cave, William flicked his wand and emitted a blue-white light.

The black dog immediately twisted and turned into a man in mid-air.

He was covered in dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows; if the eyes in the deep, dark sockets didn't glow, he might be a corpse; waxy skin clinging to the skeleton of his face , looks like a skull.

He bared his yellow teeth and grinned like crying and laughing like crazy.

William and Hermione looked at each other, and they at least confirmed the first guess: Big Black is really Black.

Although Annie was mentally prepared, she was still sad, she was really deceived.

Black spread out his limbs like a specimen, hanging by the wall, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, watching William approach slowly.

The tip of the wand was pointed at Blake's heart.

"Will you kill me, William?" he croaked.

"Of course not, I'm going to give you to the Dementor," William said softly.

"Catch Voldemort's successor - Death Eater Black, the three of us, and maybe get the Merlin Medal.

This will be my second Merlin Medal. "

"I'd love to be sent to Azkaban by you, and I should be locked up in it for the rest of my life to atone for my sins," he said calmly.

"But, before that, you must know the whole story..."

"The whole story?" William tapped his wand, and the stones on the ground turned into three chairs.

The three sat down separately, William waved his wand again, and a plate of egg yolk pastry and three cups of black tea appeared on the table.

He picked up the cup, took a sip of the hot black tea, went to get rid of the cold, and said elegantly:

"Come on, I like listening to stories the most, you'd better say something I don't know."

Blake's throat twitched, his eyes fixed on the plate of custard.

He prayed, "Give me something to eat..."

William squeezed the egg yolk cake and put it in his mouth. After chewing slowly, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while before swallowing it.

"Hungry? After listening to your story, I'll decide whether to give you a piece of egg yolk cake or give you a Dementor's kiss."

Blake glanced at Annie again, and the little girl glared at him and said angrily, "Come on! You **** liar!"

Blake smiled, suddenly very happy. The three little guys still have this familiar taste.

At least he still remembered the feelings of the summer vacation, like killing a werewolf, he didn't give him a chance to explain.

He pondered for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know it's hard to believe, but Peter Pettigrew... is alive, he's an outlaw Animagus like me, a rat.

He was hiding in the Weasleys' youngest son, the freckled boy! "

Blackburn thought the three of them would be taken aback, and scolded him for lying, calling him a lunatic, and even beating him... He could understand.

After all, if it were him, it would be hard to believe such words.

Unexpectedly, the three faces were flat and quiet.

even……

William couldn't help yawning, as if he hadn't slept well last night;

Annie and Hermione are fighting for a piece of egg yolk cake, and there are seven or eight pieces next to it!

It seems that the news that "Peter is a mouse" is more important than the egg yolk.

Hey, I worked so hard to escape, I was a dog, I lived in a cave, and I ate mice...

Can you guys react a little bit? !

This news,

Isn't it shocking? !

Blake was extremely annoyed. He said angrily: "Have you realized the seriousness of the matter?"

"Oh! Merlin's beard, Scabbers is Peter? That's shocking!" William said pompously.

"..."

"How did you know about this?" Hermione asked sharply after snatching the egg yolk pastry.

"You've been locked up in Azkaban, how do you know Banban is Peter?"

"Newspaper!" Blake bowed his head and gestured to his arms.

William snapped his fingers, and a crumpled piece of paper floated out.

Here's a copy of last summer's Daily Prophet.

The headline is the Quidditch World Cup.

In the corner, there was a picture of the Weasleys, who had won the seven hundred Galleons, and Ron had Scabbers on his shoulder.

"How did you get this newspaper, Azkaban also provides newspaper services to pass the time for you?"

Is it so human? William was moved.

"Fudge...he brought Malfoy to me last July..." Black recalled.

"Malfoy?" William raised his eyebrows.

Finally some unexpected news.

"He wants Black's property!" Black spat in disdain, but he was weak and spit on his clothes.

"When I was sixteen, I broke with my family, and my dear old mother removed me from the family tree.

After her death, her only recognized son, my brother Regulus Black, also died.

According to her will, I have no right to inherit, but I am the only living male of the Black family.

The ancient families are like this, to prevent the outflow of family property, and have the protection of blood magic.

That magic makes sure that even if I get kicked out, by true blood ties, I'll inherit the **** gold.

Malfoy wanted the money, his wife Narcissa, my cousin!

She'd been here once the year before, Malfoy last year.

He persuaded me to transfer the property to him, use the money to help operate, and let me out. "

"You promised?"

"Promise? He is a Death Eater and wants to lie to me?

And, I thought, I should die there. I'm not going out until..." Blake's face twisted again.

"Until they left, I asked for a newspaper..."

"You saw Scabbers and knew he was alive?" William asked.

"That's right... Peter... on the boy's shoulder... I recognized him right away." Blake gritted his teeth.

"How many times have I seen it?!

When he was unskilled in Animagus, it was James and I who transformed him.

Thirteen years have passed since the mouse was old and shedding fur, and I recognized him at a glance. "

Black said in a low voice, "Since I knew Peter was still alive, I wanted to catch him. This thought gave me strength and made my mind clear.

That night, the Dementor opened my door to deliver food, and I, as a dog, slipped away from it.

They don't have eyes, and it's harder to feel the emotions of animals, because animal emotions are chaotic.

I was so skinny, so skinny...so skinny I could slip through the iron fence...I wanted to swim to escape Azkaban..."

"Why didn't you go directly back to England, but to France?" Anne couldn't help but asked angrily.

Blake looked strange, he hesitated and refused to speak.

William flipped his right hand, and a small bottle appeared in his hand.

He shook his head and said, "It's not honest... It seems that we should use Veritaserum, just a drop..."

"I'm lost...slight lunatic..." Black muttered.

"..."

Are you slight? France and England are so far apart! You are not a road idiot, you are an idiot!

"Even if Peter is still alive, as you said, it cannot prove your words." William said the most crucial question.

"Everyone knows that you are the Potters' secret keeper."

"No!" Blake's face seemed to be punched.

"I temporarily changed the matter and persuaded James to let Peter be their keeper," Black said bitterly.

"I thought that was the most perfect plan...a coup."

"why?"

"Because of Lily and the Longbottoms, they have been ambushed many times.

We all know that there is a traitor around, and that person also leaked the fact that I am a secret person to the mysterious person.

I knew that I had become the target of a hunt, and I suddenly had this idea.

They would just chase after me and ignore the weak and stupid Peter. "

Blake's voice was getting lower and lower.

"James originally disagreed, but I was finally persuaded."

"Since the secrecy has been changed, why didn't you tell anyone else?" Hermione asked keenly.

"Not even Dumbledore."

"Hermione, Dumbledore was busy at that time! Busy fighting against Death Eaters, wooing those swaying forces, and contacting foreign wizards.

All the burdens are placed on him, you can't be meticulous and bother him with everything.

And Remus..."

"He's a werewolf, you suspect him to be a traitor, don't trust him, right?" William raised his eyebrows lightly.

Black's lips twitched, and he admitted frankly, "That's right... did you already know he's a werewolf?"

His face fell as if embarrassed.

"The four of us are best friends, but when I knew there was a traitor around, I suddenly suspected him.

At that time, most of the werewolves in Britain surrendered to Voldemort, and he promised the best treatment to the werewolves.

And on our side, Remus would be ostracized and not even able to find a job after graduation.

The idea of ​​him being a traitor, like grass, took root in my heart and rose wildly.

It turns out that I was wrong, very wrong. "

He roared, "Peter is the traitor!"

William sighed.

Pride and Prejudice.

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