"You guys came just in time—" Before Dumbledore could finish his sentence, Harry rushed over, and before everyone could react, he threw himself on Sirius and knocked him out of the way.

After knocking down Sirius, Harry didn't relax, but rode directly on Sirius, with both hands strangling his neck.

"Bastard!" His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole face was flushed red, even redder than that of Sirius who was strangled by the neck. "You are their secret keeper! You betrayed them!"

A look of pain flashed in Sirius' eyes. He wanted to say something, but his neck was firmly grasped, and he only made a few gurgling sounds, so he instinctively put his hand on Harry's. on the wrist.

"Exhaust!" A curse from Dumbledore made Harry's hand loose uncontrollably, and then Professor McGonagall ran over quickly, grabbed Harry's left shoulder, and glanced at Percy at the same time. Percy came to his senses, strode forward, grabbed Harry's right shoulder, and pulled him off Sirius.

A gust of fresh air poured into Sirius' nose and mouth, he coughed twice, turned over and sat up, looking at Harry who was glaring at him angrily, Sirius felt uncomfortable for a while.

"Harry, I admit it...I've killed James and the others...I persuaded them to change the Secret Keeper to Peter at the last moment...It's all my fault, it's all my fault...If I didn't choose Peter, James and the others wouldn't Will be betrayed..." His voice was very hoarse, and there was an indelible sadness in it, "But Harry, I beg you... Believe me, I never betrayed James and Lily, and I would rather die than betray Their…"

"Secretary, Peter?" Harry was a little swollen by the news, "Are you trying to say that my parents' secretive is not you but Peter?"

An idea crossed Harry's mind, and he pushed it down because it was so ridiculous.

"Yes, in order to better protect them..." Sirius nodded bitterly, "In the end, I killed them, and let Peter, the real culprit, get away with it for so long."

Harry was a little overwhelmed, he turned to Dumbledore, hoping to get an answer from him. Then he saw Dumbledore nodded too, "Peter is here, he has been lurking at the Weasleys' house in the form of a mouse all these years—" At this moment, a strange sound came from Ron's throat , "—I can wake him up to confront you."

Dumbledore briefly summarized the matter in a few words.

Harry looked at all this blankly, as if he was confused by the amount of information. He believed in Dumbledore's judgment, but deep down he still wanted to hear Peter's words.

"Resuscitate quickly!" Seeing that Harry had nothing else to say, Dumbledore assumed that he had acquiesced, so he woke Peter up and prepared to confront him.

After Peter Pettigrew woke up, he didn't cry out loudly, but just sat on the spot with a face ashen ashes, mumbling something weakly.

Harry listened closer, and found that he seemed to be repeating words like "absurd", "framed", and "crazy" all the time.

No wonder Peter Pettigrew gave up his resistance, Dumbledore's attitude really made him desperate. If you haven't lied to Dumbledore, then of course everything will stop, and there is no point in struggling yourself.

But when he saw Harry, Peter Pettigrew's eyes lit up, and he realized that he seemed to have a chance?

Peter Pettigrew grabbed Harry's clothes and said tremblingly, "Harry, my God, you and James look almost exactly the same, only your eyes—"

"Shut up!" Sirius roared angrily, "How dare you, how worthy are you!"

Harry felt as if he should say something, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't form a sentence at all.

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione's timid voice interrupted the dialogue of several people, "Can I ask a question?" Hermione listened to the conversation between several people, and combined with the story she heard in the three broomsticks , with a general conclusion: Harry's parents were killed by Peter! And Peter himself turns into a mouse and hides.

"Of course." Dumbledore looked at Hermione lovingly, as if looking at his granddaughter.

"Scabby—I mean, Peter, he's been lurking in Harry's bedroom for three years and Ron's house for twelve years, if he's an accomplice of You-Know-Who, why didn't he hurt Harry, no What about hurting the Weasleys? Taking a step back, why didn't he hide in some remote village for the rest of his life? Why did he have to hide with Ron and stay at Hogwarts?"

Peter seemed to be grasping at straws, he knelt down in front of Hermione, his face was covered with tears and snot, "Thank you, smart, kind girl, God will bless you—" He stretched out his hand to pull Hermione took a step back with a look of fear on her face, and Tom stood in front of her, separating her from Peter.

Peter didn't pay attention to this detail. He turned around and looked at everyone in the room, and said loudly, "Yeah! For twelve years, I haven't even touched Harry's hair! I also helped him deal with the little wizard who came to find fault What! If I was really that man's accomplice, why didn't I kill Harry or escape to some deserted place?"

"Because you're a selfish, selfish bastard!" Sirius pierced Peter's lie without hesitation, "You're only loyal to Voldemort for yourself, you're not loyal to him at all, you're only loyal to you Own…"

"You are the clearest about how to maximize the benefits - you have been waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity for him to become the overlord again~lightnovelpub.net~ For you, sending Harry to Voldemort's hands Only by helping him make a comeback can you wash away your own suspicions, and at the same time climb higher in their gang, which will please your master more, right?"

"Find a wizarding family to hide, so you can **** up your ears for news, right, Peter!"

Under Sirius' series of pressing questions, Peter was dumbfounded like a foreign student who just arrived abroad, and he didn't know what to say at all. All the reasons he found were refuted, and there was no possibility of whitewashing. He tried hard to think about whether he still had a chance to come back, but found that he was in a desperate situation.

In the end, he was really at a loss for words, and he could only sit on the ground like a deflated football, and he gave up resisting.

Peter pleaded guilty. He murmured: "Yes...but I can't help it, I'm also forced!"

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