Chapter 118: "Heroes" who have not died?

　　 "What I am about to announce today is a good news." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "but today's protagonist is not my old man, but someone else unexpected."
　　
　　 "Oh, look, that's Cornelius Fudge, my dad's boss." Ron said with a big mouth as he pointed to the stage.
　　
"Why would he be here?" Harry asked. He didn't have a good impression of this middle-aged man. Apart from his secrets in the cauldron bar and his own concealment, as minister of magic, he also Let those dementors act as guards without restraint.
　　
　　 Of course, trying to restrain is actually weak.
　　
　　To tell the truth, Harry would rather face Sirius Black, the traitor he hated and betrayed his parents, rather than fighting those who sneak in the dark, cheering despair and painful dementors.
　　
　　 They always remind themselves of the past that has been gradually blurred, but it is extremely cruel and terrible.
　　
Fudge came on stage at this time. He wore a thin-striped suit and a bright red tie, which made him look formal. The purple pointed boots and dark green top hat were matched with his short body. Pulled his height back to a normal level and looked not so short.
　　
　　 "Oh, classmates, how are you." Fudge looked at the students sitting under the stage and spoke.
　　
　　 "First of all, I have to apologize to you." Fuji said sincerely, put on a serious expression, and then quickly bowed deeply to the students under the field.
　　
　　 The scene was full of uproar.
　　
　　 "God, is he taking the wrong medicine?" Ron said to Harry in surprise.
　　
　　 "My dad often complains that Fudge ignores his feelings." Ron continued to mutter to himself.
　　
　　 "I think so too." Harry whispered, he remembered the last time he met in the bar, Foggy's annoying mantra.
　　
"Because of my mistakes, it caused serious troubles to you. I originally trusted those guards so much, but now I finally know that those things are unreliable." Fudge grieved, and then quickly stepped down and found Gryffin In that position, he held Harry's hand tightly. He said, "They almost killed our hero, Harry Potter!"
　　
　　 "Harry, are you injured?" he asked with concern.
　　
　　 "Okay, okay." Harry uncomfortably wanted to get rid of Fudge's greasy palm. He couldn't accept people who were not familiar with him suddenly being so intimate with himself.
　　
"That's good." He seemed relieved, he sorted out his tie and returned to the stage to say: "But thankfully, Principal Dumbledore gave me generous help, that scene The riot finally disappeared invisible."
　　
　　The audience was indifferent.
　　
　　 obviously did not buy his account.
　　
　　 Dementors have caused them a great deal of trouble. How can a few lightly written sentences make you feel relieved?
　　
　　Fuji took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head.
　　
　　 He remembered what the little guy told him. As a politician, performance should become a gift and an instinct. Even if the audience on the stage looks like a lack of interest, he still has to keep it up.
　　
　　 He understood these principles before, but when they were put into practice, he suddenly found that there was a problem with his performance direction.
　　
　　 The dementor's treatment is indeed a big basket.
　　
　　At least until now, they have nothing new to contribute except to add chaos to themselves.
　　
　　The boy at Malfoy also told him that his classmates often wrote to their parents complaining that Dementors affected their study and life. If they failed the end of the period, it would be the fault of Dementors.
　　
　　Think about it, who are his classmates? Most of them are descendants of pure-blood families. The reason why they have not stepped down until now is precisely because there are still a few pure-blood families who need him in this position. Jin Jialong, reverse public opinion.
　　
　　 Otherwise, your reputation may not be much better than Black.
　　
　　 He remembered the conclusion given to him by the "Prophet Daily"-how long can the lucky and incompetent sit in that position?
　　
　　 Therefore, this group of students must be the object they need to fight for. But behind them, their parents, and even their families, cannot really make good friends or offend them.
　　
　　 The decisions he made the other day were indeed too sloppy.
　　
"Click, click." The click of the magic camera came from the direction of the gate, and occasionally brought some dazzling flashes. A tall, thin man in a dark gray robe, holding a camera in his hands. Keep pressing the shutter.
　　
　　 "I don't believe that he would be willing to whisper into the newspaper." Ron spoke again, and he didn't like the man on the stage.
　　
　　 "Look, wait, he might have some strange incidents to come out." Ron said with a good mood.
　　
　　 Harry did not answer.
　　
"Crook Hill, what's the matter with you?" Hermione suddenly felt a sudden restlessness on Crook Hill at her feet, and the fluffy fur of the big cat that had snuggled up close to her feet suddenly exploded, causing her There were tingling pains in the calf, and angry expression was written on that flat face. He was about to rush towards the stage, but Hermione was hugged with both hands and placed on the table.
　　
　　 "Be quiet, Crookshank." Hermione said intimately next to her pet. "Don't make trouble, if you're hungry, I'll find you something to eat later. Now we are in a meeting."
　　
　　 Then she began to touch the fur of Crookshank with her hand, straighten it out, and appease its somewhat manic mood.
　　
　　 "It's quite spirited now." Hermione thought.
　　
　　 "But!" Fudge said suddenly and excitedly, "We got an incredible piece of good news the other day." He smiled mysteriously.
　　
　　 "Our hero, the winner of the Merlin Medal of the First Class, Mr. Peter the Little Dwarf did not die!"
　　
　　 "What." Lu Ping, sitting in the teacher's seat, suddenly stood up and stared at the stage.
　　
"Remus, my old friend!" A short man slowly walked out from behind Fudge, opened his hands, and made a hug. The small eyes were filled with tears of excitement. His head was Bald, but the remaining small part of the gray hair is neatly groomed. The costume is a well-tended pure black tuxedo. Of course, it is a little funny on his stubby body, on the chest The front is full of medals symbolizing honor.
　　
　　In addition to the first-class Sir Merlin Medal, other institutions also rewarded him.
　　
　　Lu Ping was a little excited. He thought that a good friend who had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, but his instinctive feeling was not right.
　　
　　 "Where have you been in these twelve years?" Lu Ping suddenly asked, looking at him from top to bottom, letting his joy fade away as much as possible.
　　
　　 "No, don't talk about that." Little dwarf Peter's face suddenly twisted sharply, waving his hand in pain.
　　
　　 At this moment, the mad-eyed Hammoudi under the stage also quickly stood up, ran to the stage, turned his terrifying demon eye, and kept looking at the little dwarf Peter in front of him.
　　
"No soul-spelling curse is found, nor is it the effect of compound decoction, there is no camouflage magic." Moody said in his hoarse voice, and then returned to his seat unattended, sitting back and watching silently. Looks like.
　　
　　 "Of course, he will not be fake, I am familiar with him." Lu Ping said aloud, "but he must tell me where he has been in these years."
　　
　　 "I have always been by your side." Little Dwarf Peter gradually recovered his composure and said with a wry smile.
　　
　　 Snape stared somberly at the scene of the reunion of "Brothers" in front of him, with a mocking smile from time to time.
　　
Crookshank's hair was straightened up again. It turned over his fat body and stood on the table. His apricot eyes stared at the little dwarf Peter on the stage tightly. Had his sharp teeth.
　　
　　 "Oh, my God, Crookshank, don't do this." Hermione quickly hugged Crookshank in her arms, not letting it speak.
　　
　　 "Are you telling a joke?" Lupin's suspicion grew thicker and his face pale.
　　
　　 "Of course, I won't lie like some traitors." Little dwarf Peter said hatefully.
　　
　　 "Do you remember where it was when I announced my death?" Peter asked.
　　
"Of course, it was on a crowded street, Sirius, no, the traitor made an explosion. Kill you, and twelve Muggles!" Lu Ping said with his fists clenched, "So Please tell me why you, who have been dead for more than ten years, appear here today!"
　　
　　 "Because my memory is restored." Peter tried to make himself look excited.
　　
　　 "Memories?" Lu Ping repeated the phrase, and his doubtful eyes were suddenly filled with confusion.
　　
　　 "Do you remember, I have never been smarter than you, you, James, and him, learn new things faster than us." Little dwarf Peter said with a look of recollection, his eyes remained moist.
　　
"It would be nice if I could work harder at first." Little Dwarf Peter continued to blame himself, "so that I can subdue him, and those innocent Muggles won't die." Little Dwarf pointed to his head Say: "Not only did he use the powerful explosion spell at that time, he even used the drill heart spell on me before that time"
　　
　　 teachers and some students present burst into a chill.
　　
　　 "I'm rolling in pain, as if there are millions of ants tearing my skin, even into my bone marrow... He told me to betray you, so that person will let us go."
　　
"Don't say it." Lupin screamed, interrupting Peter's words. He couldn't bear to listen to the past: one of his best friends once cast such a cruel spell on him, even nothing. Honest and humiliating surrender.
　　
　　Does he think everyone is as shameless as he is!
　　
　　 "Wormtail, do you remember?" Little dwarf Peter said tentatively.
　　
　　 "How could I forget?" Lu Ping's emotion was excited again.
　　
"He can never think of it, and the Animagus that James and I helped me actually let me escape in front of him." Little Dwarf Peter continued to tell the students and teachers in front of him the most "real" Scene.
　　
"At that time, there was a manhole cover not far from my body. Even though the pain was mad, I still noticed it. He was very proud at that time, laughing wildly, as if he could be tortured into that look by looking at me, I was greatly satisfied, but it also gave me a chance to escape."
　　
"Maybe Merlin is blessing me." He said, "Under that terrible pain I actually cast the spell." Little dwarf Peter's eyes turned red, "But in the end he reacted, Just as I jumped toward the sewer, a huge wave of air and roar came from behind me, and I even heard the sharp and desperate cry for help from the Muggle watching."
　　
　　 "I was still stunned, and the aftermath blew off one of my fingers." Peter said as he raised his palm with one finger missing. "I can’t remember what happened afterwards, and through Mr. Fudge I knew what happened afterwards, and soon Aurors appeared on the scene and detained him back to Azkaban before I escaped from his hands. A catastrophe."
　　
　　 "Then what?" Lu Ping rushed straight up and took the dwarf star Peter's disabled hand.
　　
　　 "Then I lost my memory." Little Dwarf Peter also clenched Lupin's hand tightly. "The pain has been disturbing my nerves all the time, learning of James' death, his betrayal, and physical torture. At that time, I was able to endure my heart by my anger and meager will. The power of the curse, but when I escaped, the power of the curse burst into my body..."
　　
　　Navi, who was under the stage, began to choke up, remembering his parents who were suffering from mental disorders due to a heart curse~EbookFREE.me~ Amnesia may also recover, but his parents' injuries were difficult to recover.
　　
　　 "Maybe a good person has good rewards." He said, "I have forgotten a lot of things, and even the original spell cannot be cast, it can only maintain my form."
　　
"I just relied on my instincts and walked aimlessly in the sewers of the city. Maybe sometimes I went back to the land again, maybe I went to the wilderness again, but I don't know it myself...but in the end , I met a kind person."
　　
"Maybe they have been cared for by them carefully. I don’t know when I have self-consciousness since then, but at the same time, I am very thin. I am like being attached to myself, but I am powerless against my body. It looked like a bystander watching my actions, but by then I was awake."
　　
　　 "I was taken in by Weasley's family." Peter said, the little eyes stared at Gryffindor's table.
　　
　　 "Oh my god." Ron whispered incredulously, and then as if he was hit by a petrified curse, watching Peter startled.