"So you got Peter back again?" Sirius sat in Dumbledore's seat with a few plates of food in front of him. The look on his face revealed a bit of confusion. He didn't understand why Tom was doing it so much? Do you want to take revenge on yourself? That's great, so righteous!

The idea of ​​handing Peter over to the Ministry of Magic, clearing himself, and then taking Peter back from the Ministry of Magic was a perfect idea.

"Didn't Dumbledore talk to you about his plans?" Tom deliberately showed a puzzled look.

Of course his appearance was intentional. In order to make the rebellious Order of the Phoenix members like Sirius and Lupin more obedient, Tom had to pull Dumbledore's tiger skin as a cover.

Even if the plan didn't have much to do with Dumbledore from start to finish, he was going to put on Dumbledore's name. The reason is also very simple. The members of the Order of the Phoenix will definitely implement it unconditionally when they hear that this is Dumbledore's plan.

Tom didn't want to waste his energy on these pointless debates, so he chose to go by the name of Dumbledore.

"Plan?" Sirius showed a puzzled expression.

"Okay, Dumbledore should tell you in a while." Tom shrugged and took a tuna sandwich from the plate in front of Sirius—he woke up early today and hadn't had breakfast yet.

The savory tuna ragu with pickled cucumbers and mayonnaise tastes really good, and even better is the fact that the house-elves at Hogwarts chose baguette as the bread to make this sandwich even more chewy strength. It can be said that it is a rare food that is very delicious even when eaten cold.

Tom focused on destroying the sandwich in his hand, ignoring the confused Sirius beside him. After he finished his sandwich, he crouched down beside the unconscious Peter. Speaking of which, since Peter was arrested, most of the time he was in a drowsiness under the influence of the potion. He was only awake during the trial, but at that time he was also injected with Veritaserum.

Tom is very supportive of this approach. The sleeping strategy should be used against an Animagos like Peter. As long as he can't stay awake, then he can't transform, can't find a chance to escape.

Tom opened Peter's eyelids, his right eye became a snake pupil, and then he forced his way into Peter's inner world.

"Gryffindor!" The old hat shouted loudly, without the slightest hesitation, a large group of young wizards jumped up and down to applaud, welcoming the new blood.

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"My name is James, James Potter." A thin, dark-haired boy reached out to him, and beside the boy was a handsome boy who looked lazy and cynical.

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"Follow up and see what Remus is up to..."

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"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus!" The little boy and his friends drank the blood-red potion, and several of them twitched in pain, and eventually turned into a deer , a wolf and a mouse.

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"It's hilarious that you're turning into a mouse, Peter - but it fits you well."

"Isn't this transformation very good? He can help us press the knot on the willow."

James and Sirius were commenting on Peter's transformation, and Peter clenched his fist secretly, but he didn't dare to show it, for fear of angering Sirius and being kicked out of the team, he could only smirk slyly.

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"I want you to be our secrecy." James said to Peter, sitting calmly in front of him. Sirius and Lily sat next to James, both watching him. But the difference is that Lily's eyes are still so gentle, and Sirius's eyes are still so disgusting.

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"Yes, the great Lord Voldemort," Peter knelt before a figure, he could only see the corner of the figure's clothes, "the Potters are hiding in Godric's Hollow..."

There was a cold laughter above his head, and there was a gloomy laughter around him.

The owner of the corner of the clothes spoke, and the surroundings suddenly became silent, "If the news is true, you will be rewarded. You are very smart and know the current affairs..."

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"You traitor!" The man in front of him was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he looked like a madman, but his hand had already touched the wand behind his back—Boom!

Tom watched the first half of Peter Pettigrew's life as if watching flowers. After reading it, he closed his eyes and tried his best to relieve the discomfort in his eyes, and a stream of blood slid from the corner of his eyes.

Sirius was stunned: what did Tom do?

In Sirius' eyes, Tom just walked over and squatted in front of Peter for a while, when his eyes suddenly began to bleed.

"Are you okay?" He hurried to Tom's side to check his condition.

"It's okay," Tom waved his hand. "It's just overuse..."

Sirius:?

Are the sequelae of overuse of the eyes now directly nourishing blood? But he didn't say much, and could only stand silently on the side.

If the situation worsens, send him to the infirmary. Sirius thought to himself.

The result seemed to be exactly as Tom said, and it was no big deal. The blood from the corner of Tom's eyes stopped quickly. Although he still closed one eye, it seemed that there was no major problem.

Tom rested for a while, and when his eyes didn't hurt so much, he came to Dumbledore's Pensieve again, pressed his wand against his temple, and pulled it, and a continuous string of silver flocs emerged from his temple. came out.

The string of matter wrapped around the tip of his staff~lightnovelpub.net~ was slowly fed into the Pensieve.

In the past, the memory fragments were small pieces, but this time Tom pulled out obviously not the memory fragments - he pulled out the memories of Peter Pettigrew he had just seen as an adult. This memory was so long that it took three minutes for it to be fully contained in the Pensieve.

After putting the memory in, Tom felt as if his bones were lighter by two pounds, and the Pensieve in front of him, I wonder if it was an illusion, the liquid level seemed to be a little higher.

Does this pot have a capacity limit? Tom murmured something in his heart, and at the same time glanced at the distance between the liquid level and the eaves of the basin. Fortunately, there is still a long way to go. It would be too bad if the Pensieve's memory overflowed because of too many memories.

Tom looked at the Pensieve and the misty memories in it, suddenly curious.

He held his wand against his temple first, then drew a little more memory.

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Today is the story of Maximilian Claude, the eighth minister of the Ministry of Magic.