Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 248 Peter, who answers every question

It was as if someone had thrown a fully grown fire dragon onto the Quidditch pitch; after a brief silence, the entire pitch erupted in cheers.

Although no one knew who the short wizard was, they could understand what he had just said.

"What good is it to defy the Dark Lord?" This question already reveals his identity... an evil Death Eater.

But wasn't Sirius Black a Death Eater too?
Logically, they should be on the same side, so why are they fighting each other?

People don't understand, but that doesn't stop them from watching the spectacle.

It's a good thing to celebrate, no matter who kills whom among the two Death Eaters.

Unlike most of the onlookers, there was a group of people who were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

First up is Harry, who had just caught the Golden Snitch and hadn't even gotten off his broom yet.

He clearly heard the short wizard mention "James"—James Potter, his father's name.

Back then, Sirius Black, the confidant, betrayed Voldemort by revealing the address, which led to Sirius's death at Voldemort's hands.

Sirius Black is right there, so why would that short wizard say he betrayed James?

Could it be that what he knows isn't the truth, and there's something else going on?
Harry felt completely disoriented. He clenched his fists so tightly that the Golden Snitch in his palms creaked, and two wings peeked out from between his fingers, flapping weakly.

Perhaps the professors can understand how Harry feels right now, because they feel pretty much the same way.

Unlike Harry, they knew Peter Pettigrew.

Not only has this hero, who died twelve years ago, suddenly and mysteriously resurrected today, but he has also brought them such explosive news.

“Albus…” Professor McGonagall clenched her fists at her chest, “Is this true?”

“I don’t know, Minerva.” Dumbledore shook his head gently. “I know the same thing as you do.”

"Furthermore, we cannot yet confirm that the person is indeed Peter Pettigrew."

“You’re right,” Professor McGonagall said, gradually calming down.

The first thing she did after that was to forcefully get the prefect to take everyone back to the castle.

Of course, some people will disagree, feeling that with Dumbledore there, there's no need to worry about safety and wanting to continue listening.

But Professor McGonagall didn't give them that chance at all. With a simple "two hundred points deducted for unauthorized stays," she silenced everyone, and they obediently followed the prefect and the professor back to the castle.

Celen was also in the crowd, and even though they had left the Quidditch pitch, they could still hear the two men arguing fiercely behind them.

"Damn it, you'd betray James for some so-called benefit?!"

"Why not... The Dark Lord has always wanted to kill the prophesied boy. If I help him, I can get everything I want... Black, can you resist this temptation?"

“I would rather die than betray James!” Sirius said coldly. “Unfortunately, your plan has failed.”

"Yes, I didn't expect it either... Luckily you showed up in time... This way I can pin everything on you... So I blew up a street of Muggles and left a finger behind..."

……

By this time, most people had returned to the castle, but to their surprise, they could still hear the two people's voices.

“It’s the Loud Incantation,” Professor Flitwick said. He had been so shocked that he hadn’t noticed it, and everyone had heard it the whole way.

He waved awkwardly, and the sound immediately disappeared.

But by this time, everyone had basically heard enough.

Even if they didn't know who James was, they were very clear about the "Dark Lord" and the "Boy of Prophecy".

It was Voldemort and Harry Potter. Following this clue closely, things suddenly became clear.

Isn't this exactly what Sirius Black did? It was reported in the newspapers almost every day a while ago; people could practically recite it by heart.

However, it seems that the traitor who tipped off Voldemort has now become someone else.

And the last things we heard were the sound of explosions in the street, and the deliberately left-behind fingers...

"No, no way..." A terrible thought popped into someone's mind, and they couldn't wait to go and ask Harry for confirmation.

But then everyone realized that Harry didn't seem to be there. So people looked towards Percy, the student council president.

Percy was so anxious that his face turned pale. He clearly remembered the punishment that Professor McGonagall had just mentioned: anyone who didn't return to the castle would have two hundred points deducted.

That's two hundred points! That's enough to drop their college ranking from second to last.

"I'll go find him!" Percy said and was about to run out, but Professor Sprout stopped him the next second.

“Take the rest of you back to the common room first,” Professor Sprout sighed softly. “As for Mr. Potter… poor boy, we’ll go find him.”

Professor Sprout didn't say whether points would be deducted, but at this point, Percy had no choice but to follow her instructions and lead the Gryffindor students toward the tower.

When they reached the top of the stairs, everyone was still discussing the matter intensely, except for Xilun, who frowned slightly.

Something's not right... neither the sound that can penetrate the castle walls nor Peter Pettigrew is right.

Peter Pettigrew, in particular, talked way too much… Even though he knew that the entire Hogwarts community was gathered nearby, and that some of his words could send him to Azkaban, he still answered every question…

Even if Peter Pettigrew is brainless, he can't be this stupid, right?

Besides, Peter Pettigrew is just despicable and opportunistic; he's not stupid. How could he say such a thing?
Something must have happened before that he didn't know about.

Siren regretted not following the other Harry and Hermione earlier.

Once back in the common room, the chatter grew even louder, and everyone completely forgot about their recent Quidditch Cup victory.

Oliver Wood huddled in a corner, looking for someone to celebrate with, only to find that nobody cared, not even his teammates.

"The great hero Peter Pettigrew is the real traitor! Merlin's nose hairs! I dare say the Daily Prophet is going to explode!" Fred exclaimed excitedly, pressing his face against the window and straining to look down.

However, the Gryffindor Tower was located right behind the Quidditch pitch, so he couldn't see anything.

“If only we could sneak out,” George muttered. “Fred, we…”

“Don’t even think about it,” Lee Jordan interrupted him. “I just tried, the portrait won’t open the door for us, and the password doesn’t work either… In other words, we’re stuck here now, we can’t go anywhere!”

“They can’t do this!” Fred was the first to stand up and walk to the entrance of the passageway to protest.

But his protests were clearly ineffective; the professors ignored him completely, and there was no commotion outside.

With no other option, Fred and George could only return and sit down listlessly in their chairs.

Although they knew many secret passages and were confident they could evade all the professors and Filch, it was all useless if they couldn't get out of the Gryffindor Tower.

"Why aren't there any secret passages in the Gryffindor Tower?" George asked.

However, this did serve as a reminder to Xilun.

In fact, there are secret passages here, but ordinary wizards cannot use them.

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(End of this chapter)