I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 190 Snape's Empathy
"How is that possible, Louis!" Harry wanted to refute, but he couldn't help but subconsciously believe what Louis said.

To be honest, although Louis occasionally joked, they were all harmless. He had never harmed anyone when it came to big things.

Except for the Death Eaters.

Harry's voice also became quieter. He stared at Louis and changed his tone: "Okay, Louis, if it's what you said, I think... well, it should be believed."

Sirius slapped him in the face. If James knew what was happening, if he saw his son treating Emma's son in this way, he would probably regret having given birth to such a child...

Oh, what a sin. Black has let it go again. It is James who has a grudge against Emma, ​​not him and Harry.

What does it mean to forget friends for the sake of beauty?

But then again, Harry is not quite the same as his godfather, and fifth-grade Zhang Qiu was ultimately unable to get Harry's forgiveness.

Louis looked at Black, and with Lupin's evidence, he revealed everything about Peter Pettigrew.

"No! Impossible! My Banban..." Ron couldn't accept it even more. It was not so much that he couldn't bear to part with Banban, but rather that he was avoiding her - think about it, Ron often slept with Banban in his arms. Could you accept sleeping with your arms around a greasy middle-aged man?

Rich people are charged separately.

But no one felt sorry for Ron, not even Hermione. She jumped out as if she had seen a piece of paper. Actually, she didn't want to do this, but now she felt that there was an indelible greasy smell of a middle-aged man on Ron.

"My Banban lives in my house..."

At this point, Ron also figured it out. The proprietress of the rat tonic had said that rats only live for three or four years at most.

"More than ten years! Right!" Sirius immediately responded: "Think about it, how could an ordinary mouse live for more than ten years!"

Ron seemed to have suffered 10,000 points of critical damage, and he suddenly lost all his energy, just like the loss of color in anime, and he was in a state of losing his dreams.

"Ah, it's lost its color." Louis looked at Ron and said with some gloating.

Scabbers, or Peter Pettigrew, was still running wildly on the ground, but Dumbledore was obviously different from Lupin and Black in the original book. He waved his hand lightly and Scabbers was sucked in front of him. He used some magic again, and the mouse fell down and landed on the ground. There was another dazzling flash, and then it was like a fast-forward shot of observing the growth of trees. A shiny Mediterranean head appeared on the ground, and then the limbs stretched out. After a while, a middle-aged fat greasy man stood where Scabbers was just now, cringing and wringing his hands.

The guy was short, not much taller than Harry and Hermione, and he was thankful to be six feet tall. His thin, light-colored hair was unkempt, growing in a tangled mess like a chicken coop, and there was a large bald spot on top of his head. He looked like an obese man who had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time, a bit like a Shar Pei. His skin looked dirty, almost like scaly fur, and his pointed nose and watery eyes had a rat-like quality. He looked at them, breathing rapidly and weakly. Harry saw his eyes flicker to the door and then quickly retract.

"Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Scabbers... no, it was Peter Pettigrew, who awkwardly greeted the two people blocking his way. Professor McGonagall looked at Peter, pulled out her wand and pointed it at him tremblingly, while she placed her other hand on her chest and breathed heavily.

It was obvious that he couldn't accept that his former student had become like this, and he seemed heartbroken for having misunderstood Blake.

"It looks like we need an explanation, Peter." Dumbledore stared at Peter with an obviously playful look, and stretched out his hand to stop Black from rushing over.

"You coward! Why did you betray James and Lily! Why did you betray James and Lily!!!" Sirius asked hysterically.

"I... I don't want to either." Peter shrank his fat body and said with tears streaming down his face, "The Dark Lord, the Dark Lord is too scary. You don't even know how powerful he is..." Then he turned to look at Black, "Ask yourself, Sirius, you know I'm right, right? If it were you, you would make the same choice, right!"

Who knew that this sentence was like a spark jumping into a powder keg, instantly igniting Blake's temper. He rushed forward like a madman, but was stopped by Louis and Harry. He could only roar angrily: "I would rather die! I would rather die than betray my friend! Coward!"

Snape, who was standing by, obviously understood the whole story. He looked at Peter and Sirius with a twinkling gaze, thinking that even if this was the case, the old account from more than a decade ago would not be forgotten...

That's true. Those who were bullied at school always have a shadow in their hearts. James fans often have a misunderstanding, always saying that Snape and them bullied each other... Do you believe it? One person bullied four people? If Snape was superior, it would be fine. The key is that even if we exclude the timid Peter Pettigrew, James, Sirius and Lupin are all good fighters. Snape may not be able to easily win in a one-on-one fight...

Seeing Sirius' unreasonable expression, Peter Pettigrew immediately changed his target. He turned to Harry and begged for mercy, "Harry, think about James. We are best friends. If he was your father, he would not want me to be killed. He would definitely spare me. He would definitely let me go..."

"How dare you mention James!" Sirius was held by two men and had no choice but to spit at Peter.

Seeing that Harry was indifferent, Peter changed his target again. This time it was Ron's turn: "Ron, look at me, we are good friends, right? Am I a good pet? Am I a good mouse? I have been with you for more than ten years..."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but once he did, Ron became extremely disgusted and quickly ran behind Hermione, trying to avoid Peter's harassment.

"Hermione, you are a smart girl, you are a kind girl, you will definitely persuade them to spare me, right?" Peter Pettigrew, who was unwilling to give up, went to Hermione again, but was met with a cold stare.

"Louis, Your Highness Louis, save me, I am still useful, I don't want to die, turn me into a maggot, or turn me into a Flobberworm, just don't kill me..." Peter finally regarded Louis as his life-saving straw.

"You should ask Professor McGonagall, after all, her Animagus is a cat." Louis pointed at Professor McGonagall behind Peter.

Professor McGonagall really didn't want to see his ugly appearance, so she waved her wand and tied him up completely, sealing his mouth tightly.

"This is a binding spell against Animagus." Professor McGonagall put away her wand in a cool manner and walked towards Sirius.

She reached out and stroked Sirius's gaunt face.

"You suffered, Sirius..."

Sirius, who had always been a tough guy, seemed to have his psychological defenses broken down in an instant. He knelt in front of Professor McGonagall, hugged Professor McGonagall's legs and cried like a 100-pound child.

"Good boy...good boy..." Professor McGonagall murmured, stroking Sirius' hair. It seems that Professor McGonagall really likes to touch people's heads, Louis thought to himself.

"Excuse me for interrupting your touching moment between teacher and student, but I still want to spoil the mood and ask, what should we do with Peter?" Snape was really sarcastic and uncomfortable. Professor McGonagall wanted to give him a slap on the head this time: "Of course I suggest handing him over to the Dementors. What do you think?"

"Harry, what do you think?" Following Dumbledore's eye hint, Louis patted Harry beside him and gave him the decision.

"Hand him over to the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Black is my father's good friend after all. I don't want to..." Harry said here and glanced at Sirius who was staring at him blankly: "I don't want him to be wronged forever. I think my father would do the same."

"Actually, you know what, Harry." Louis also imitated Professor McGonagall and rubbed Harry's head: "Sirius is not Mr. Black, he is your godfather."

"What..." Harry looked at Louis in surprise, then looked at Black who had stood up, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, it's settled. I'll notify Fudge to come over now. We can all wait here for a while." After Dumbledore finished speaking, Fawkes hooted and left Hogwarts Castle through Louis' window.

Louis was the master in his own office. It was not appropriate to drink tea at night, so he asked Christasa to serve everyone moonberry juice, candied fruits and other snacks. Everyone ate while waiting. Of course, Peter Pettigrew did not get any.

Sirius sat next to Harry. He looked strangely reserved. After a long while he spoke: "If, well, you still want to live in your uncle's house, I can understand. But if you want a different home..."

At this point, Sirius shrank back a little, not daring to look Harry in the eyes, but just staring at the moonberry juice in the cup with twinkling eyes.

He was really afraid that Harry would reject him, really afraid.

"Why, living with you?" Harry looked up and asked.

"It's just an idea. I understand if you don't want to." Sirius said with his head down.

"Are you kidding?" Harry said loudly, attracting everyone's attention. He saw that everyone was looking at him, especially Professor Snape's eyes that wanted to eat Sirius alive - Harry had seen that look on the face of Voldemort who possessed Professor Quirrell, and it was looking at him - he couldn't help but lower his voice: "How could I not agree! God, I have been eager to leave the Dursleys since I can remember, let alone living with you, my godfather... Of course I am willing, I am very willing!"

Sirius was stunned for a while, then his face was filled with ecstasy. He held Harry's hand for a long time and was unwilling to let go. It looked like tears would fall if he didn't hold back.

"I should remind you, Mr. Pott, who is not very smart, and his dog godfather. Pott has a blood curse on him. As long as he is at the Dursleys' house, he will not be found by the You-Know-Who."

Snape slowly began to spoil the mood. He simply couldn't bear to see Sirius happy.

"I think it's good, Professor." Louis shrugged and looked at Dumbledore. "Instead of letting Harry be a flower in a greenhouse, you might as well let him experience some wind and rain. You see, he performed well in the Spider Jungle last year, and of course Ron as well."

Hearing Louis call his name, Ron muttered reluctantly: "If you say there are swarms of giant spiders there, I won't go there even if you kill me."

"Look, this is your limitation." Louis spread his hands. "What kind of spider is that? It's obviously a Scottish terrestrial soft-shell crab... And Sirius is the same. He would rather starve to death and eat mice than hunt and roast a few spiders to eat."

"Eat mice?" Ron keenly grasped the key words. He was allergic to mice now, but he quickly reacted and asked in a low voice: "You eat that stuff every day?"

"I'm a fugitive." Sirius smiled nonchalantly. "If the Dementors discovered my whereabouts, it would be a big problem. Besides, for Harry's safety, it doesn't matter if I eat a few mice."

As he said this, he reached out and patted Harry's shoulder.

Ron lowered his eyebrows and looked at Harry: "He must love you very much, Harry, think about it, he is willing to eat rats for you..."

Harry looked at Sirius, his eyes red.

"I'm going to vomit..." Snape said slowly and greasyly, feeling disgusted.

Harry automatically filtered out Snape's sarcasm, but Sirius, who had always been tit-for-tat, couldn't stand it. He looked at Snape with a chuckle and said, "I hope you can put away your big nose. I can also perform the Upside-Down Bell Curse, Snotlout."

These words of Snotlout were like pressing a switch somewhere in Snape. He jumped up all of a sudden and looked at Sirius with a deadly look in his eyes.

"You will regret this, Black." Snape stared at Sirius for a long while, then threw away his robe and tried to leave, but he saw Peter Pettigrew who was cowering, and he snorted coldly and sat back down.

But his eyes were still staring at Sirius unkindly.

Sirius didn't care, he raised his glass towards Snape.

Hate me? Please do it. I don't care what you do to me.

Louis looked at Snape with a look of sudden enlightenment: "So that's how it is, Professor Snape, no wonder you helped Neville deal with Marcus and the others before entering school, it turns out you feel the same way as him..."

It's true that he brought up things that were not related to the topic, but Louis obviously did it on purpose.

"Langlock!"

Louis' energy shield easily blocked Snape's spell. Snape looked at Louis who was still alive and kicking, and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

"He wouldn't feel the same way, Louis," Sirius' voice came at the right time.

(End of this chapter)