Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 232 Why is there a dead man next to Ron?!
"If Sirius hadn't made that stupid mistake..."

Dylan suddenly remembered the prophecy that Professor Trelawney had made.

"Hmm, perhaps it's because of the power of fate."

Dylan didn't want to comment too much on what had already happened.

If Sirius Black didn't exist, and instead Peter Pettigrew was trusted, how would the storyline unfold?
Voldemort might have already unified the wizarding world.

However, past experiences can serve as lessons for future generations.

The story of Sirius Black and the Curse of Loyalty is enough to show that one's own secrets should be kept safe by oneself.

Any attempt to share with others.

Then you should be prepared to be betrayed by others.

Even if you trust others again.

But just because someone is willing to keep a secret doesn't mean they can keep it well.

You can never predict what stupid thing the person who keeps your secret might do.

Or perhaps someone else has exploited some weakness or vulnerability in the other party.

When faced with one's most vital interests, even interests beyond one's own life, a secret naturally becomes insignificant.

For example, Xenophilius Lovegood, who is Luna's father.

After Luna was captured.

He was willing to hold off Harry and his group to save his daughter, which led to the arrival of the Death Eaters.

In fact, he knew perfectly well that even if he stopped Harry, his daughter might still not be released.

And that was indeed the final result.

After Harry escaped, his house was blown up, and he himself was captured.

However, the fact that he was locked up with Luna is probably the only good news.

For example, Qiu Zhang.

In order to find the base where Dumbledore's army secretly trained defensive magic, Umbridge interrogated the students.

They even used truth serum on Qiu Zhang.

This led Qiu Zhang to reveal DA's secret.

However, the original work seems to have explained this point, because Cho Chang's friend Marietta betrayed the DA.

Cho Chang's conflict with Harry stemmed from her desire to protect her friend, ultimately leading to their breakup.

However, the process may differ, but the result is the same.

You can never predict what weaknesses someone you trust might have.

"Even if it's a spell I created, it can only prevent others from understanding this person's thoughts and make them ignore the secrets I gave them as much as possible, but it still can't guarantee 100% that the other party won't leak the secrets."

Fortunately, he kept his secrets to himself—such as the fact that he kept a dragon.

Compared to his real secret, there is naturally no comparison whatsoever.

Even if Hagrid, or Ron and the others, accidentally tell this secret to someone else.

Dylan didn't think this kind of thing would have a huge impact on him.

It's nothing more than him admitting his mistake and then begging Old Deng to agree to let him raise the dragon.

With Dumbledore's permission.

In the end, wasn't it just as simple as when he asked Hagrid to help him get a Shadow Breeding Permit?

Moreover, this kind of thing is very difficult for Hagrid and his team to leak.

Because there is no external force that would investigate whether he keeps a dragon.

Or perhaps he was actually in possession of a Horcrux.

Or perhaps he did capture Lockhart, imprison him, and inhumanely use various spells and conduct experiments on him.

Who would ask about such a thing? Who would investigate it?

"Unfortunately, even wizards, the only lesson they can learn from history is that they never learn from history."

Dylan shrugged slightly.

This kind of thing doesn't really have much to do with him anymore.

In fact, he also has his weakness, which is his parents.

In addition, he might also be moved if Professor Snape and his companions were in danger.

But Dylan felt that if someone connected to him really got into trouble because of him, he might not be so angry as to lose his temper.

Instead, he would use every cruel method he knew to torture anyone who dared to touch him.

Simply put, it's about avenging his friends and family.

"However, in order to prevent such a thing from happening, I have also taken a lot of precautions. If anyone wants to harm my parents, they will have to get past me first."

And who can easily get past him?

“I never imagined that this despicable, vile, and shameful traitor would betray Potter!”

The table not far away.

Hagrid slammed his large hand on the table, making the cups and plates rattle loudly.

A thunderous roar erupted from his throat, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and his beard trembled and swayed gently with the movement of his chin.

The noise in the entire bar was instantly cut off.

A dozen pairs of eyes simultaneously turned to this enormous creature, which was at least three meters tall.

Hagrid clenched his fists, pressed them against the table, and looked furious.

"Quiet down!" Professor McGonagall frowned and whispered to Hagrid.

Hagrid was still very excited: "I found him!"

"I think I must have been the last person to see him before he killed them!"

"After James and Lily were killed by that despicable man, I went crazy and snatched little Harry from that wrecked house—"

Hagrid's rough hands brushed against his stubble-covered face, his body heaving as he gasped for breath in anger.

"He was still wrapped in a blanket, with a bloodstain on his forehead. The poor little thing, his parents were gone, and he was just a tiny baby trembling in my arms..."

Hagrid suddenly choked up. Just when Professor McGonagall and the others thought Hagrid was about to cry, he slumped down and blew his nose with a deafening snot.

Professor McGonagall subtly shifted her body to the side.

Professor Flitwick was a little further away, but Fudge, like Professor McGonagall, said, "Hey, calm down..."

"And then, Blake appeared, straddling that metal motorcycle—that motorcycle could fly!"

"I never expected him to show up at that time. Now you can imagine what kind of shady business he was involved in!"

"At that time, I even thought that he rushed over to help because he heard that the mysterious person was going to make a move!"

"When I first saw that kid, his face was as white as boiled potato skin, ashen and bloodless."

The words fell.

Hagrid seemed to have thought of something, and became even more agitated, his eyes widening to the size of copper bells.

"I was completely out of my mind! I actually went and comforted that despicable traitor! He killed people, and I actually comforted him!!"

Professor McGonagall frowned again and reminded him, "Hagrid! How many people do you want to know about this? Please! Stop yelling!"

But it's a pity.

Hagrid didn't know if it was because he drank some cat urine that he was reminded of what happened back then.

I got emotional.

No matter what Professor McGonagall said to him, he wouldn't listen and continued to do as he pleased, sometimes slamming his fist on the table, sometimes pounding it, loudly recounting his past.

So loud.

Not to mention the other customers still in the bar.

Dylan felt like Cedric on a date with a young girl at Madame Padve's Tea House, able to hear Hagrid yelling something.

Fortunately, the young wizards who were originally drinking non-alcoholic butterbeer in the tavern were still there.

After seeing Professor McGonagall and the others enter the bar, although he wasn't criticized, he still felt intimidated by the professors' usual tyranny and quickly downed his beer before hurriedly leaving the bar.

This resulted in the bar being mostly filled with scattered adult wizards.

At this time, the wizards who come to drink are mostly quite free.

They all listened to Hagrid's story with great interest.

Dylan and Harry heard it all clearly.

Hagrid not only recounted everything he knew about what happened back then, but also told everyone else about it.

Even though he was following Old Deng's instructions, he still chose to personally take Harry to his aunt's house.

And how he got his hands on Blake's tin motorcycle.

Hagrid explained everything in great detail, clearly and explicitly.

In the end, Professor McGonagall also gave up.

I simply cast a silencing spell around them.

"Why is there no sound from their end?" Harry poked his head out, his brow furrowed.

Dylan blinked.

Because they're about to get to the crucial information.

“Dylan, do you have any way to let us continue to hear the professors’ conversation?” Harry looked at Dylan, his brow furrowed with urgency.

This is about his parents.

He wanted to know something more clearly.

Dylan blinked.

"If you insist... why don't you just put on your invisibility cloak and walk over to listen?"

Harry was taken aback when he heard this, but then realized that it did seem to be a good idea.

"Please give way."

Harry squeezed out from inside.

Dylan raised his wand slightly and cast a silencing spell on Harry's feet, so that his footsteps would not be detected by those people.

"Thanks!"

Harry hurried over.

Ron, on the other hand, looked impatient.

"Wait, why did you suddenly stop us from listening?"

Dylan rolled his eyes: "What do you think?"

Hermione scratched her hair lightly, but didn't say anything.

Harry is in the past now; if he hears anything, he'll come back and tell them.

At that moment, Harry quietly stepped over the silencing spell barrier set up by Professor McGonagall and came to a short distance away from them.

Coincidentally, Professor McGonagall and the others were also talking about how Blake was eventually captured.

At the same time, he also heard a name that left him somewhat bewildered.

Peter Pettigrew?!

"Little Pettigrew died a truly heroic death."

Fudge sighed softly, feeling somewhat wistful.

"The Muggles who witnessed the whole thing said that Peter successfully stopped Blake from escaping."

"He was crying and shouting, questioning Sirius how he could do such a thing? Those are James and Lily!"

Professor McGonagall's nose was a little red: "Sirius actually pulled out his wand at the last minute and blew Peter to pieces before he could do anything!"

She felt a pang of guilt; how could she have been so harsh on Peter back then?

However, she felt even more guilty, wondering why she hadn't been stricter with Peter.
If Peter were stronger than Sirius, would he have avoided being killed by Black?

“What a foolish child. He knows perfectly well that he can’t win a duel with Black… Why doesn’t he just hand it over to the Ministry of Magic?”

Professor Flitwick also sighed: "He was willing to risk his life to hunt down the killer alone for the sake of James and Lily's deaths. He is truly Potter's best friend—I think Potter should have made him the Secret Keeper; perhaps the outcome would have been better."

Listening to the narration of several professors.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

Peter Pettigrew...?
After hearing this touching story from the professors.

He should probably be grateful that his parents have such a close friend.

but……

"What about that name I saw on the Marauder's Map yesterday? Could it be that the other person just has the same name?"

wrong!

He saw that name, which almost overlapped with Ron's name!
Although there are many other names around.

But as Harry recalled it now, he still felt a chill run down his spine and was filled with dread!

"There's someone by Ron's side who died more than a decade ago?"

Could it be a ghost?

For a moment, Harry's mind went blank.

He didn't know whether the so-called truths the professors were talking about were true or false.

Because his parents died because of the betrayal of his best friend.

The one who uncovered this secret, Peter Pettigrew, was clearly torn to pieces by the murderer's curse.

But why is he now standing next to Ron?
Harry really wanted to just take off the Invisibility Cloak he was wearing and rush up to Professor McGonagall to ask her what was going on.

But he still held back.

Because there are too many unanswered questions.

He didn't know if what these professors said was true.

The professors and Fudge seemed to have simply gotten together for a chat because they were on holiday.

They left after their conversation.

Of course, Dylan knew that their gathering wasn't just about revealing things to Harry.

Professor McGonagall guessed that she had been instructed by Old Man Dumbledore to sound out Fudge and ask him about the Dementors.

"So? What did you hear?"

After the professor left, Harry returned to Dylan and the others.

Ron couldn't wait to ask Harry.

"..."

Harry frowned deeply, looking dazed.

He could barely hear what Ron was saying; he could only see the other man's mouth agape.

—At this moment, his head was filled with busy signals.

"I think we should go back too."

Dylan had almost finished his butterbeer.

Ron and Hermione are the same.

Harry was the only one who still had half a glass left, but he clearly had no intention of drinking any more.

Dylan then made the suggestion directly to the group.

"Uh, I think so too."

Ron saw that Harry was completely ignoring him, so he gave an awkward smile and didn't dare to ask any further questions.

He exchanged a glance with Hermione.

Seeing that Dylan had no intention of asking any more questions, Hermione naturally wouldn't force Harry to say anything to her at this point.

(End of this chapter)