The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 130 Summer Vacation: Dumbledore and the Prisoner of the Office

The brass door in the shape of a griffin opened slowly.

Dumbledore walked in holding the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor.

Place these two items in the cabinet next to the pensieve.

"Hmm - another adventure?"

At this time, Dumbledore was not the only one in the principal's office. There was another person standing beside the table where he visited all kinds of strange things. He was a thin wizard with straight hair, a black robe, and a cold face.

"Severus, I've been waiting for a long time. I just went to deal with some things."

Dumbledore reached out and picked up a glass of pear juice from his desk, moistened his throat and then continued: "I didn't expect that Hogwarts really has a secret room."

Then he briefly talked about what had just happened down there.

Tell the truth about Tom's conspiracy decades ago.

"So you killed the basilisk?"

"Yes, I think it will have a lot of magic materials you need."

"I know, I'll go."

Then Snape's expression became serious. He raised his head and looked directly into the blue eyes and asked, "What do you mean about a misunderstanding in the past?"

Half an hour ago, Snape, who was studying potions in his office, suddenly received a letter from the principal, asking him to go to the principal's office to clarify a misunderstanding that occurred many years ago.

"Would you like some candy?" Dumbledore said with a smile, sitting on a chair covered with soft purple star-embroidered cushions.

"Dumbledore!"

"Okay, Severus! Relax, no matter what happens next, please maintain restraint." Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, with a deep look behind his half-moon glasses, and he continued: "I Still need him.”

Hearing this, Snape frowned slightly and was a little impatient, but in the end he nodded reluctantly.

Then, the old principal stretched out his hand suddenly, and the cabinet in the distance suddenly opened, and a transparent glass cover floated out from inside.

Inside the hood is a 'sleeping' mouse. If you look carefully, you will realize that the mouse is missing a finger on its front paw.

"It's not easy to take away a little wizard's pet silently. You have to find one similar to his original one." As he said that, Dumbledore opened the glass cover and caught the mouse. out.

"Uh? A mouse?" Snape's cold face flashed with warmth and anger, "I don't understand what you mean!"

"You'll know soon. By the way, have you brought anything with you?" The old principal waved his hand and turned the glass cover into a metal cage. The cage was very large and it didn't look like it was used to catch mice. , on the contrary, it looks like a prisoner.

"Veritaserum?" Snape frowned, then took out a small green bottle from his sleeve.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded slightly, and then a ball of red light flew out of the wand in his hand.

In the center of the light, the rat in the cage.

Then, a shocking scene happened.

The mouse in the cage lost its hair quickly, and its body became bigger and bigger. The whole body expanded like flying, and slowly a man's face emerged.

"what?"

Looking at the short and somewhat fat man in the cage, Snape couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Of course he knew this guy, Peter Pettigrew! ! !

James and Sirius's follower, one of the culprits who bullied him, was killed by Sirius for hunting down him, and he is a recognized hero in the wizarding world.

How could he be here?

...

Is it?

For a moment, a certain idea appeared in Snape's mind.

Looking at the man in the cage, his eyes couldn't help but become cold.

"This-is this here?"

Suddenly, a piece of garbage lying on the ground began to slowly squirm.Perhaps it was because he had been a mouse for a long time that Peter, who had recovered his human body, was still on all fours. His vague consciousness suddenly woke up when he saw that gloomy face.

"S-Snape!"

"Okay, Severus! Just one drop is enough." Dumbledore's voice suddenly reached Peter's ears, and then he turned his head suddenly and saw the same gloomy face, the gray beard, and blue eyes. The old man full of disappointment and indignation is none other than the principal of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, known as the greatest white wizard!

"Dumbledore!"

Peter Pettigrew, holding the iron fence in his hand, finally saw his current situation clearly.

But before he could think of an excuse, let alone before he could speak, Snape suddenly grabbed his jaw roughly. Before he could react, a drop of strange green liquid was poured into his mouth and flowed down. The esophagus went straight into his stomach.

"what..."

He held his neck and retched, and the fear in his heart continued to rise. In fact, he had realized something, but he had been confused for so many years and he still couldn't recognize the reality.

"Peter! Let me ask you, who was the Potters' secret keeper back then!" Dumbledore stared into his eyes and shouted.

"I don't."

Peter's voice trembled, still trying hard to defend.

But no matter how much he tried to remember Sirius's name in his heart, the words came to his lips as: "It's me! It's Peter Pettigrew!"

As soon as he said this, Snape on the side suddenly stretched out his hand, crossed the iron cage, and pinched his neck tightly.

The pain of suffocation hit, and Peter's face quickly turned red.He struggled hard, his throat tightened, and it was difficult to breathe. His survival instinct forced him to desperately grab Snape's hands, but those hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard he scratched, it had no effect.

"You coward, scum! Bedbug in the ditch." Snape's tone was unusually angry, and the murderous voice chilled Peter to the bone.

If Dumbledore hadn't been here, he would have really wanted to slap his dry, greasy, disgusting face and cast the Killing Curse to end his life as trash.

"Severus! You promised me!" Dumbledore did not stop him, but persuaded him in a low voice, but his tone was obviously softer.

Snape gritted his teeth and stared at Peter Pettigrew, whose neck was flushed. Then he suddenly let go of his hand and threw him to the ground like a pile of potion residue.

"Hey!" The old headmaster sighed, and his eyes shifted from Snape to Peter who was lying on the ground breathing heavily, and then said: "It was you who had been informing Tom, and it was you who framed Sirius. Fake your own death. Am I right?”

"Yes! Yes!" Peter, who felt severe pain in his neck, could not finish a complete sentence.

He could only pant intermittently, and responded simply with a red face.

"Okay, that's enough!"