Vol 2 Chapter 329: Please start your performance (2)

"What are you talking about, Severus!" Peter's brows frowned slightly, and he had to bring out the majesty of Dean Gryffindor, which he could think was an insult to him by Snape.
"Humph!" Snape snorted coldly. He didn't like Peter's questioning tone.
"I advise you to open your eyes and see where you are now!"
"Where is this?" Peter repeated. The cold wind blew through Peter's body at night, and the cold feeling made him shiver unconsciously.
His head seems to be a little more sober.
Peter rubbed his cheeks. He felt that his face was a little strange, it seemed to be a lot fatter than before.
He opened his eyes, and the night of Hogwarts reflected in Peter's field of vision. He didn't seem to understand it. His impression was still in the carnival of Three Broomsticks, and the beautiful ladies celebrating him.
"Where is this?" Peter murmured. He glanced around quickly. Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, Harry Potter and his friends were all there, but there was only one more thing. Fles.
"Stump is still in the Three Broomsticks bar?" Peter said. "The carnival is still going on? But why is it so like the tower of Hogwarts, Harry?" Peter asked uncertainly.
"This is the tower of Hogwarts, Mr. Peter Pediru!" Dumbledore said. "You look very confused."
"Principal Dumbledore, oh, no, Mr. Dumbledore..." Peter said, "What did you bring me here? And Minister Cornelius Fudge. Didn't you say that the Ministry of Magic has What important thing can’t you take away to congratulate?"
Fudge didn't speak, he just stared at Peter with an ugly expression. His eyes would scan back and forth between Peter and Sirius, as if he was measuring something.
"Congratulations?" said Dumbledore. "I would really like to hear something worthy of congratulations from the Minister of Magic."
"Mr. Dumbledore?" Peter hesitated, he felt very strange, "Today is not my day as the Dean of Gryffindor. You also attended my celebration dinner, why?"
"Dean Gryffindor?" Harry yelled in disbelief. "Are you kidding me, how could you be the Dean of Gryffindor? Are you sure you're not kidding us?"
"Harry!" Peter looked at him angrily, "How can you talk to me like this, I am your godfather..."
"Sirius is my godfather!" Harry said quickly, "and you are nothing more than a humble, poor, dirty betrayer!"
Peter's face flushed. He wanted to stand up and teach him the disobedient godson, but the stiffness of his legs made him a little unstable.
"You really are living in a dream, Peter!" A gloomy voice came from Peter's side, which shocked him. The voice was very familiar. He had heard it countless times before. I was faintly afraid of the owner of the voice.
He turned around quickly, and his eyes that were still slightly closed were stared to the fullest, and he was very surprised.
"Little... Sirius Black..." Peter said. "Aren't you supposed to be in Azkaban?"
"Yeah, where did I stay for a while?" Sirius nodded. "If you don't show up today, I will be brought back there by Minister Fudge in a while. I will talk about it. I still want to thank you for standing in front of me alive."
"How come!" Peter hugged his head with a headache, and he re-emerged here.
There was nothing wrong with Hogwarts, but what changed was that he became obese again, and Harry seemed to be much smaller.
He looked down at his clothes and arms, his shabby gray leather jacket, the entire palm of his hand, which had grown hair because he maintained the shape of Animagus all the year round, and his bare skin showed a grayish-white color, as if he had just drawn from lime. The same comes out.
His body crouched unconsciously, and there was an extra memory in his mind, just like that bad dream.
In the dream, he was the mouse of the Weasley family, he betrayed the Potter family, he was the servant of the Dark Lord, and then, he was screaming in the shack, he remembered controlling Ron to launch an avatar Death spell, and...
There is also the transformed Lupin. He doesn't know which one is the real Lupin. In the impression, Lupin's werewolf problem has been completely solved by him. He invented the wolf poison potion.
However, in the extra memory, the problem of Lupin's transformation into a werewolf still exists. It seems that he was caught, and he escaped with the help of Lupin's transformation.
He is a mouse, and he constantly shuttles in the forbidden forest. He remembers that he went to the place the Dark Lord pointed to him, that ruin, where there is a dry well, and then he jumped down...
Peter suddenly became very flustered. He faintly felt that this was the truth, and his identity as the Dean of Gryffindor College was dreaming.
He slapped himself like crazy. If this is a nightmare, he only hopes that he can wake up as soon as possible. He doesn't want this, staying here in such fear.
"No..." Peter wailed, "You should be dead!"
Peter ignored his physical discomfort, he jumped in front of Sirius, and he grasped the fence between him and Sirius with his hands. This feeling drove him crazy.
"The thing is you, Peter," Sirius said. "You dirty betrayer!"
Sirius roared, and he violently stretched out his hand from the iron fence, and he grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the collar.
"Let go of me, you scumbag!" Peter Pettigrew roared ~EbookFREE.me~ You should be dead, I did it perfectly, I am the first-class medalist of Sir Merlin, and you, You are nothing but a dirty prisoner, you should die in Azkaban! "
Peter yelled. He patted Sirius' arm with his hand. He fumbled around, but he did not find his wand after searching for a long time.
He raised his hand violently. He wanted to cast an Avadasuo Charm, but such a move was obviously impossible in front of Dumbledore.
In fact, Peter's spell was only halfway through, but Fudge, who had been standing by, stopped him.
A simple repulsion spell can interrupt the unsuspecting dwarf Peter, and he did exactly that. No matter what Sirius’ status is, the three unforgivable spells are prescribed by the Ministry of Magic. The dwarf Peter is innocent, and his behavior just now is enough to keep him in Azkaban forever.
　　
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