A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Shut up." Aaron looked at Harry with some weariness. "Let him finish."

"But..."

"No buts, you should believe me, you must believe me."

So, let him finish speaking, and afterwards, whether you want to kill or torture me, I'll pretend I didn't see anything.

"Thank you," Sirius sighed softly. "I originally intended to kill him first and then explain to the others, but the misunderstanding here is far too great."

"Get to the point." Aaron gestured, his wand twitching with his wrist. "Our time is precious, isn't it?"

"That's the point I'm making," Sirius said helplessly.

Just then, the door burst open and Professor Lu Ping rushed in.

"Expelliarmus."

Aaron's wand flew out, but he caught it steadily in his hand.

Aaron: ......

I used to think villains died because they talked too much, but I never thought the heroes could die too.

Lupin walked to the middle of the room and pointed his wand at Sirius. "Well, Black, you've become quite the slovenly creature. This appearance finally matches the madness within you."

"Isn't your heart just as insane, Lemos?"

Upon hearing this, Lupin slowly lowered his wand and gave Sirius a big hug.

“I’ve found him,” Sirius said incoherently. “He’s here.”

"I know, I know," Lupin comforted him, patting his back.

Sirius's voice choked with emotion, "Kill him."

“No!” Hermione suddenly screamed, “I trusted you so much, and it turns out you’ve always been Black’s friend.”

“Calm down, Hermione, this is normal.” Aaron quickly pulled her back. “They are about the same age and both went to Hogwarts.”

“You don’t understand, Aaron,” Hermione said angrily. “He’s a werewolf, that’s why he can’t come to class.”

He was the one who helped Black infiltrate the castle, and he also wanted Harry dead.

“Well…” Aaron hesitated before speaking, “I don’t deny the first part of the sentence. I also know that he is a werewolf. Many people know that he is a werewolf, including Professor Snape and Dumbledore.”

In fact, the potion that Professor Snape gave him was wolfsbane.

However, the second half of that statement is truly debatable. Professor Lupin spent countless hours alone with Harry Potter, including teaching him the Patronus Charm, which presented numerous opportunities to kill him. Yet Harry Potter is still alive and well, which speaks volumes.

"How long have you known?" Lu Ping asked with difficulty, his face pale.

“Ever since I started writing the articles Snape assigned,” Hermione said quietly.

“I might be a little earlier,” Aaron shrugged. “On the train, my pet told me that there’s a beast inside you.”

To be honest, I was trying to sneak into another private room while you were sleeping, but I was pushed back by three unlucky guys as soon as I stood up.

As Aaron spoke, his gaze swept over Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The three Gryffindors lowered their heads guiltily, looking so embarrassed they could dig a Hogwarts out of their shoes.

They were naive back then. Anyone who knew there was a werewolf in the private room would probably be very uneasy.

"In fact, I wasn't so sure back then, until Boggart turned into the moon in front of you."

The werewolf's features are too obvious.

"It's a real shame you're in Slytherin," Lupin said with a faint smile.

“I don’t think so,” Aaron said dismissively. “Slytherin respects the strong, and I did fairly well in that academy.”

On the contrary, the real headaches come from Gryffindor, because at least three students there are never a moment's peace of mind.

Harry, Harry, and his friends: ...

"Okay! I don't deny that I'm a werewolf, but I really never intended to hurt Harry."

“But how do you explain that?” Harry roared. “Your relationship with Black is probably more than just good.”

“That was before, but it wasn’t before, no…” Lupin said somewhat speechlessly, “Anyway, it’s quite complicated to explain, but I can explain it to you.”

As Lupin spoke, he picked up the wands from the ground and tossed them to their respective owners.

"Now you can believe me, right?"

“Okay.” Aaron nodded, pulled up a chair for himself, and then gestured for him to begin. “Please begin your, no, your explanation.”

“Aaron…” Harry wanted to say something more, but was stopped by a look from him.

“Harry, I know you want revenge, but we’ve waited twelve years, so what’s a little more?”

“Yes! Twelve years, I waited twelve years,” Sirius said with a hint of self-deprecation, then his tone turned stern. “In Azkaban.”

"Don't wait any longer, Lemos, kill him now."

“Harry has the right to know the truth,” Lupin patiently comforted him, then turned to Harry and the others, “I helped draw the Marauder’s Map, and Moonface was my nickname when I was in school.”

James, Harry's father, is a fork, and he and I are good friends, as is Sirius, who is a bigfoot.

“He’s not,” Harry shouted urgently. “He betrayed my parents.”

"Indeed, someone betrayed your parents, but it was someone else."

And I only recently found out that person wasn't dead.

"who's that person?"

“Peter Pettigrew,” Lupin said, looking at Harry. “You were the one who told me his name appeared on the Marauder’s Map.”

“That map is lying. Peter Pettigrew died twelve years ago.”

"That map never lies."

Furthermore, Little Star is the fourth person to create the map, Wormtail.

I've felt something was off ever since, especially tonight. I saw his name again on the map after you left Hagrid's cabin.

"But there are only four of us, where did Peter Pettigrew come from?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Aaron seemed to realize something, and his expression became quite interesting. He stood up, pulled Harry and Hermione a big step toward the wall, and tried to distance himself from Ron as much as possible.

"What is this for?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"What a talent!" Aaron said, looking at Ron. "No, he can't just be called a talent, he's practically a monster!"

Ron: ......

Are you praising me or insulting me?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you, but the rat in your hand."

"Banban?"

Aaron said seriously, "From the day I was born until now, I have not admired many people, but your rat is one of them."

Harry and Hermione were still puzzled, but Lupin looked at them with admiration. "You figured it out?"

"Actually, I should have realized it a long time ago, but I just never thought about it in that direction."

"Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, and the animal he can transform into is a mouse." Aaron's expression still held some disbelief. "Peter Pettigrew is absolutely a role model for us all! I am truly inferior."

“Impossible.” Ron shook his head in disbelief. “Scabbers has been staying at my house…”

“Twelve years,” Sirius interjected. “But can an ordinary mouse live for twelve years?”

“That’s it.” Aaron admired the spotted rat Ron was holding. “Rats like this live for three or four years, twelve years…”

To live comfortably as a rat for twelve years—that's an incredible will to survive! You can't argue with that!

Chapter 320 Unregistered Animagus, enough to make a mahjong table.

“This is absurd,” Hermione said, frowning slightly. “No one could do this.”

"That's why I admire him!" Aaron exclaimed. "To survive, he gave up his human dignity and was willing to become an animal."

Luckily, Ron, you're a man. If you were a woman and had lived with him for twelve years, you probably would have even contemplated suicide.

However, it's unknown whether such a pervert would care about the gender of his owner.

Ron's eye twitched slightly. For some reason, he felt that everyone was looking at him with a hint of pity.

"Impossible, you must be mistaken," Ron said, trying to appear calm. "Perhaps Banban has some special bloodline, which is why she can live longer."

There are so many rats in the world, what makes you so sure it's this one?

“That’s right.” Hermione nodded firmly. “The Ministry of Magic keeps records of wizards who can transform into animals. Including Professor McGonagall, there have only been seven Animagus this century.”

"Heh!" Aaron chuckled. "If I'm not mistaken, you probably didn't find Sirius Black's name among these seven, did you?"

"Ah, this..." Hermione was speechless for a moment.

“Looks like I was right.” Aaron shrugged. “Whether or not Animagus are registered is not decided by the Ministry of Magic, but by the wizards who own the Animagus, such as Sirius Black.”

One question has also been answered: Why was Sirius able to sneak into the castle time and time again?

Because Dementors cannot sense animal emotions, they only care about Sirius Black and don't pay much attention to his Animagus form.

“That’s what I did.” Sirius Black watched Scabbers struggle to escape. “Can I kill it now?”

“Not yet.” Lupin shook his head. “We have to explain ourselves clearly.”

“It’s not too late to explain later,” Blake roared, and reached for Scabbers.

Banban seemed to sense the great danger as well, screaming and scratching Ron's cheeks and neck, even biting him.

However, Ron cherished his pet and did not let go of it because of its movements.

“Stop.” Lupin pulled Black back with difficulty. “Not to mention that Ron kept it as a pet for twelve years, there are some things that even I don’t quite understand.”

If you kill him now, the truth will never be complete, and that's not fair to Harry.

“Alright!” Sirius looked at Scabbers in Ron’s hand, a painful struggle flashing in his eyes. “But you’d better hurry, all I want to do right now is kill someone.”

"I can only say what I know, but you need to explain the parts I don't know."

Squeak!

The door suddenly opened, and the group instinctively looked over.