0189 Escape

0189 Escape

The Dark Lord, the most powerful and feared wizard of all time, had risen to power, and had declared war on the Magical Britain. He gathered a group of followers, called the Death Eaters, who shared his vision of a pure-blooded society, and who killed and tortured anyone who opposed him.

On one side, there was the Dark Lord who had plunged the entire wizarding world into turmoil for decades, and on the other, there was Albus Dumbledore, who was old and feeble, and could only hide in Hogwarts without doing anything. It was clear who was stronger and who was weaker. Peter had once rejoiced at his own wisdom, he seemed to see that he would have a life that was admired by everyone, a future that was more brilliant than his father, who died as a hero!

But what the hell happened?

How could the invincible Dark Lord be defeated by a weak infant who couldn't even walk? How could a mere baby, who had no idea of magic or danger, survive the killing curse, the most lethal spell ever invented?

Peter had no time to think about these things, he had to run away quickly, lest he fall into the same fate as his irresponsible father, who left behind a widow and an orphan, and died in disgrace.

Sirius Black had come back from hell to take revenge on him, but this time, no one could protect him!

'What to do? Go back to the Dark Lord's side?'

It was said that the Dark Lord had not died, but was hiding like him, in the forest of Albania. But what could he do by going back to such a weak person?

He had no time to hesitate, he had to make a decision quickly.

Black was relentless and determined, and he had a way to break through the powerful ancient wards and dementors in Hogwarts, and sneak into the castle safely. These fearless and talented people always seemed to be able to do anything.

He would definitely continue to try to kill him, there was no doubt about that.

It was no longer safe to stay with the little boy from the Weasley family, not only because of Black, but also because of another person, a wizard who was much more terrifying than Black, who had returned to the castle.

Bryan Watson–another gifted wizard.

Following the little boy from the Weasley family, Peter heard a lot of valuable information about the young wizard.

Earlier this year, he learned from the mouths of the three little wizards what happened in the Chamber of Secrets of Slytherin–Bryan Watson easily defeated a basilisk that had survived since the Slytherin's era, and personally destroyed the Dark Lord's diary from his student days. At that time, Peter realized that this was a powerful wizard who had no rival except the Dark Lord and Albus Dumbledore at their peak.

Bryan Watson was summoned back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, and took the position of Director of Student Safety Office. At the moment, His main task was to catch Sirius Black.

Peter didn't know if Bryan Watson could catch Black or not, but if he did, it would be more troublesome. Bryan Watson's appearance would only make the situation more dangerous.

"Why don't you give up this and let yourself rest for a while?"

Harry, who was also a little dizzy, put down the chart and frowned. He was worried about Hermione, she looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown. He knew she was smart, but he also knew she was taking too many courses, more than any other student in their year. He didn't understand why she would do that to herself, when she could easily ace any exam with less effort.

"This thing doesn't seem to be very useful?"

"Not very useful, you mean arithmancy?!"

Hermione seemed very indignant. She snatched the paper from Harry's hand, and looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.

"This subject is very wonderful, and more useful than you think, Harry. If you want to become an alchemist like Professor Dumbledore, or a curse-breaker like Ron's brother Bill, then you have to be good at this course!"

She said passionately, as if she was trying to convince Harry to join her in her enthusiasm.

"Anyway, you have to let yourself rest, Hermione,"

Harry said softly, trying to calm her down.

"You can't handle so many courses at the same time, Hermione. Even Malfoy took the time to go to Professor Watson today, but you were busy with these papers during dinner. If you can't bear to give up arithmancy, I think giving up Professor Babbling's Muggle Studies is also a good choice, after all, you grew up in a Muggle family."

He suggested, hoping to make her see reason. He thought Muggle Studies was a waste of time for Hermione, who knew everything about Muggles already.

"You don't understand, Harry," Hermione shook her head stubbornly. "I think Professor Babbling's course is very interesting, I never thought that studying Muggles from a wizard's perspective would be so fun, it–"

Where was the fun in Professor Babbling's Muggle Studies, Harry was afraid he would never know, because at that moment, a choked scream came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory, and the eyes of the whole common room gathered on Ron, who was dragging a bloody sheet.

He looked pale and furious, as he stumbled towards Hermione, who was still sitting at the table. He shouted at her, with tears in his eyes and anger in his voice.

"Are you happy now?!!"

Seeing the blood-stained sheet, and Ron pinching a tuft of ginger-cat hair, Hermione, who was puzzled, began to tremble all over her body.

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