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Lupin couldn't answer the other party's question, but his eyes were fixed on Peter Pettigrew, obviously expecting him to explain.

"Actually, it was me who informed Lord... Voldemort." Peter Pettigrew shrugged and chuckled, "Sirius was just my scapegoat. I've always been the Secret Keeper!"

what?

Lupin was shocked and his face was full of disbelief. If that was the case, then Sirius Black, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, was innocent?

"Later, in order to escape the Ministry of Magic's attention, I disguised myself as a pet mouse. I lurked in the Weasley family for twelve years. Do you know how I survived those twelve years?"

As if to dispel the grievances and pain he had endured over the years, Peter Pettigrew spoke eloquently, "I've eaten the most disgusting bugs, drunk the dirtiest water, and once I was almost taken away for dissection by those damned Weasley twins!"

Peter Pettigrew felt a pang of fear when he mentioned this. He had already been tied to the test bench by George and Fred at that time. Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley arrived in time.

"Damn Black, if it weren't for him I wouldn't have to suffer this torture at all; damn the Ministry of Magic, for forcing me to hide from place to place; damn Voldemort, he only knows how to enslave and drive me!"

Peter Pettigrew spoke Voldemort's full name without hesitation, and his tone was filled with anger and hatred.

This made Lupin feel surprised again.

Isn't Peter Pettigrew one of Voldemort's lackeys? How dare he curse his master behind his back? Has this guy gone mad from being a rat?

In fact, not to mention him, even the group members who saw this scene were all surprised and puzzled.

After all, in the original book, Peter Pettigrew can be regarded as Voldemort's loyal lackey, and he works diligently for his master. Why is he scolding Voldemort now?

Book artist: An Ran-sang, this is your masterpiece, right?

In Lili's opinion, the only person who could make a guy like Peter Pettigrew, who could be considered a die-hard fan of Voldemort, turn against him was herself, the powerful group leader.

This is an actor: it can only be regarded as my idea, but I am not the executor.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Got it, Aura?

This is an actor: Yeah.

Curly: As expected of a wizard's best assistant, this house-elf is so convenient to use. In comparison, some humans can't do anything right!

Wig: Gintoki, why do you insult yourself like this?

Curly-haired boy: Gin-san, I'm insulting you, asshole! Don't you have any self-awareness at all?

Soul Society's Villain: So, Peter Pettigrew's master is now Aura? What is the purpose of capturing Lupin?

This is an actor: I won’t reveal the plot, just watch it slowly.

"Humph, hahahaha!" On the screen, Peter Pettigrew's expression became increasingly frantic, like a cultist infected with madness. "Thank goodness, thank goodness the great master has enlightened me! I finally understand what I should do!"

Owner?

Lupin took a deep breath, instinctively sensing something was amiss. This Peter Pettigrew, who hadn't even taken Voldemort seriously, had found himself a new master? Could this new master be even more terrifying than Voldemort?

hum.

Just as Lupin was thinking this, a black hole suddenly appeared before his eyes. Aura, dressed in a black tuxedo, slowly stepped out of the hole, her face expressionless.

"Master! My great master!" The moment he saw Ola appear, Peter Pettigrew rushed over and knelt on the ground, and began to lick the leather boots on its feet in a very flattering manner.

Aura frowned and twitched her toes. A sudden surge of powerful force sent Peter Pettigrew flying. "I should have said I don't like this kind of welcome."

"I'm sorry, Master! It's my fault, but I can't control my inner excitement!" Peter Pettigrew had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his face was still full of fanaticism.

Seeing this scene, Lupin felt a chill in his heart. Peter Pettigrew's servile attitude made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Stop talking nonsense and get started." Ola didn't seem to want to bother with his new slave, and spoke with a cold face.

start? What to start with?

Just as this thought came into Lupin's mind, he saw Peter Pettigrew suddenly jump up and rush in front of him.

Swish.

Aura raised her hands, her left hand grasping Lupin's right shoulder and her right hand grasping Peter Pettigrew's left shoulder. "Mirror image," she whispered.

buzzing.

The air suddenly began to vibrate, as if an invisible chain linked Lupin and Peter Pettigrew together. With the naked eye, Peter Pettigrew's figure gradually grew taller, and his face gradually became thinner.

What kind of magic is this?

Looking at the transformation of Peter Pettigrew in front of him, Lupin was completely stunned. Because he felt as if he was looking in the mirror. This Peter Pettigrew had turned into himself?

"Ah, so you've always thought Wormtail was your best friend?" Just as he was completely bewildered, Lupin across from him said, "I'm really touched, Moony."

Lupin's heart was shaken again, his face blank. His memory had been stolen too?

571 Is it considered mean to flirt with a little girl?

Shock and panic!

Lupin, petrified at the moment, felt like he was going crazy. What was going on? What on earth was going on? Why could Peter Pettigrew transform into his appearance without the need for Polyjuice Potion, and even steal his memories?

What is the identity of this completely unreasonable house-elf, and what are they planning? Questions linger in Lupin's heart, and he suddenly finds that he seems to have fallen into a dark vortex.

Not only him, but everyone in the live broadcast room was also shocked.

Book Artist: What kind of magic is this? Is there such magic in the Harry Potter world?

This is an actor: This magic doesn't exist in the original novel, but it exists in this world. The so-called mirror image is actually the application of the law of soul synchronization. The principle is to synchronize one person's soul with another, allowing it to perfectly inherit all of that person's characteristics.

Skirt-lifting maniac: This should be considered forbidden magic, right?

This is an actor: ancient magic lost even to Dumbledore.

Lazy Kitty: Tsk tsk, awesome!

The little kitten understood what the group leader meant.

If even Dumbledore doesn't know, then there is no such thing as taboo. Because in the cognition of most wizards, this kind of magic does not exist!

If it doesn't exist, how can it be rated?

This is an actor: over time, this magic will completely transform the attuned person into the attuned person. If no one helps and reminds him, his existence will gradually fade away.

Curly-Haired Man: Damn, this magic makes people feel uncomfortable.

Existence itself will gradually disappear. In other words, you are no longer yourself, but will forever become the person being played. Sadly, you are just a fake after all.

It is equivalent to erasing one's own existence and eventually becoming someone else's shadow.

Wig: It's a very cruel magical power indeed. But Peter Pettigrew is also hard to sympathize with.

Book Artist: That's right! This scum who sells out his friends for personal gain deserves to die.

Hatchet Girl: But at least he is still useful to An Ran-san now, right? Do you want him to pretend to be Lupin and sneak into Hogwarts?

The message was sent by Katsura Yanye who had already entered the dense jungle of Borneo with Janet. Their destination was the Ayina tribe located deep in the jungle.

This is a human community that still maintains its primitive social form. If translated into popular language, the name of this tribe is also called "headhunters". Yes, this primitive tribe is the famous headhunters, also known as cannibals.

The locals were terrified of their tribe, believing them to be descendants of the devil. Even the island's most experienced guides were reluctant to set foot near the group, as these descendants of the devil disliked any outsiders.

of course.

The local government had considered negotiating with these ethnic groups that maintained a primitive lifestyle, but in the end, none of the negotiators sent there ever came out of the forest.

Even if armed military and police were sent to escort them, no one would be able to return once they got close to the tribe.

According to local witch doctors, the forests surrounding the Ayina tribe are alive. They sense and identify all outsiders, and those who do not listen will be eaten by the forest without hesitation.

The local government, left with no alternative but to report the strange phenomena to the national security authorities, took it very seriously. Two years ago, they hired a professional exorcist team from the Vatican to enter the dense forest.

Janet was a member of the exorcism team at the time and one of the few remaining survivors.

As expected, the Vatican's exorcist team also failed to penetrate the Ayina tribe. As soon as they approached the outskirts of the tribe, they were attacked by a group of terrifying giant snakes.

Each of these giant snakes is more than ten meters long and is several times faster than ordinary snakes.

These exorcists from the Vatican might be adept at dealing with the uncanny, but they were clearly powerless against these creatures of nature. Even after using all their cards, they were nearly annihilated.

Under such circumstances, the Church had no other choice but to designate this area as a Level 9 restricted area.

If Janet didn't know that her good friend possessed the power to "kill gods", she would never come to this damn place again.

Skirt-lifting maniac: What's the point of pretending to be Lupin? Isn't An Ran-san a professor at Hogwarts?

This is an actor: Uh-huh. But everyone knows that Ziklein is a good professor with high moral character. There are still some despicable things that I can't do. You understand?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Dirty things?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: How despicable is this despicable thing?

Book artist: You have a noble character... How dare you, the mastermind behind this, say that!

Hatchet Girl: What you call a despicable thing is to flirt with little girls?

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Phew, Yanye, how dare you!

Curly Hair: How can this be called despicable? This is romance, okay? A man's romance! Our president is such a simple and unpretentious romantic!

Hatchet Girl: I didn't say An Ran was flirting with a little girl, why are you so excited? Is that really true?

Wig: Gintoki, you actually exposed the president's strategy!

Skull Island Handsome Guy: This requires seppuku.

Shark-faced guy: Good guy, just log off directly, right?

This is an actor: You seem to have misunderstood something. Am I the type to flirt with young girls? This is definitely a slander.

The villain in Soul Society: You may not flirt with others, but that doesn’t mean they won’t flirt with you.

This is an actor: I don’t think I’m to blame for this.

Gerald did not deny this, because he was indeed flirted with every day at Hogwarts. These girls who flirted with him were not just Hermione and Luna, but also Penelope from Ravenclaw, Daphne from Slytherin, and so on.

of course.

Aside from Hermione and Luna, Jellal had no connection with any other girls in this world. Even when flirted with, he didn't respond. So Jellal didn't consider himself a jerk...or a romantic.

Gerald, who sent the message, looked up and saw that the acting headmaster McGonagall was giving an end-of-term review. Ravenclaw won the house cup championship this academic year.

The young eagles cheered, while the other academies kept their heads down and remained silent.

After a brief speech, McGonagall announced that all classes for the school year had concluded. A joyful two-month vacation was about to begin for the young wizards at Hogwarts.

572 Luna's Self-Awareness

"Professor Ziklein, can I... communicate with you during the holidays?" Hermione asked expectantly in Gerard's dormitory.

In fact, she wanted to ask this question during the winter break of last semester, but she didn't think of it before leaving Hogwarts last semester, which made her depressed throughout the winter break.

"I don't really like writing letters."

Hermione felt devastated when she heard Gerard's words, and her head drooped. But Gerard's next words made her feel a ray of hope. "But you can call me."

Telephone?

Hermione was stunned, her face filled with astonishment. As a Muggle-born little wizard, she naturally knew what a telephone was. Compared to using owls to deliver letters, the telephone was indeed more convenient and faster.

But the magical world has no signal towers or base stations, and there are no telephone lines! How can we make a call?

As if sensing her confusion, Jellal pulled a black rectangle from his desk drawer. "Here, this is a magic phone. It comes with full signal and doesn't need charging."

"Cellphone?" Hermione took the cuboid with a confused expression.

Cell phones existed in this world, but they weren't yet widespread. Most so-called cell phones were still the big, antenna-equipped portable models. The one Gerald handed her was clearly a later-generation smartphone.

"Well, it can not only make calls and send emails to each other, but also video chat." Gerald briefly introduced the functions of the magic phone and said, "It's just that the apps haven't been developed yet, so they can't be used for the time being."

APP?

Hermione clearly didn't understand this new term, but she didn't ask any further questions. To her, being able to talk, send emails, and video chat was already magical enough.

"Is this something Professor Ziklein created?"

"Hmm, it's inspired by the Muggle world. But I don't plan to promote it for the time being."

Gerard created this thing only to practice the application of the law, not to make money. Moreover, promoting this thing would bring a lot of unnecessary hidden troubles, so he did not consider popularizing it in the magic world for the time being.

Got it, this needs to be kept secret! Don't tell anyone else!

Hermione put away her phone and took a deep breath. Ziklein had shared such profound research findings with her without reservation. This gave the little witch a warm feeling of trust.

"When the new semester starts, we'll be able to visit the Tower of Paradise," Gerard said with a smile.