"Ah -" Peter Pettigrew was twitching in pain on the spot, his little eyes were wide open, and they were covered with bloodshot eyes, his eyes were dull and full of pain and fear.
McGonagall frowned and wanted to say something, but Flitwick stopped her and shook his head at her. It was obvious that Flitwick had seen something.
"Now, you should have learned to be honest, Mr. Pedro!" Snape said softly, "Then, tell me, is it you?"
"Yes...it's little--" Peter Pettigrew was still insisting.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that Mr. Pettyru really inherited Gryffindor's bravery." Snape pursed his lips, "I hope you can continue to persevere."
"Heart-"
"Okay, Severus!" Dumbledore said, "Don't forget, Minister Fudge is still here!"
"Hmph!" Snape glanced at Fudge, snorted coldly, dissipated the magic, and took out a small potion bottle from his cloak, which only contained half a transparent potion that was as clear as water.
"It's really an advantage to you, remember to be grateful to Mr. Minister!" Snape opened the potion bottle with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "But, I think you should still remember that my potion is pretty good.
"
"You should recognize what this is!" Snape waved his wand, and several pieces of rope appeared out of thin air, tying him tightly.
"Only three drops, make sure you stay honest!" Snape grabbed Peter Pettigrew's face and roughly thrust the potion bottle into his mouth. Peter Pettigrew sucked it in as a reflex.
Half the bottle of potion just disappeared into his mouth.
"Ah, the dose seems to be a bit high." Snape shook his head gently, feeling regretful without caring.
Everyone present knows what it is. Veritaserum, the best truth-telling agent. With just three drops, you can honestly tell how old you are when you wet the bed. It is a colorless and odorless poison. If the dose is large, you will be
Burn out your brain and become an idiot.
"It doesn't matter, teacher, it's just a bottle of magic potion." Weston said with a smile, "We just need the truth. I think Mr. Minister doesn't want to let the hero be wronged, right?" After that, he also
He looked at Fudge.
Fudge smiled awkwardly, but cold sweat gradually broke out.
"Okay, if you want to ask anything, just hurry up. If it takes more than ten minutes, he won't know what you want to ask, even who he is." Weston reminded me lightly.
The professors all looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said, "Who is the person who betrayed the Potter family to Voldemort?"
"It's me!" Pettigrew hesitated for a moment, but then told the truth, his eyes filled with emptiness.
This is really the case! The professors were in an uproar.
"What a shame! How could such a person appear in Gryffindor!" McGonagall screamed excitedly. If Sprout hadn't been there to support her, she would have fallen down.
"What's going on with Sirius?" Flitwick also asked.
"You mean that idiot?" Peter Pettigrew chuckled, "He actually regarded me as a good friend and told me the location of James's house. He didn't know that the master was the one I wanted to follow.
, Dumbledore is nothing!"
"But he's not too stupid. After something happened to James' family, he immediately guessed that it was me who did it, and he came to hunt me down!"
"Unfortunately, I am no longer the Wormtail who lets them call around and drink. I am Peter Pettigrew, the master's smartest assistant!" Peter Pettigrew was proud with a bit of fanaticism, "I put him
He was led to a street in the Muggle world and attacked him directly."
"I didn't expect that he was still so powerful. In desperation, I had no choice but to use my family's magic to kill the Muggles on the street and then ran away. That idiot didn't know that I had such power.
The trump card, I was framed like this!"
"Then you came to Weasley's house?" Weston also asked.
"No, no, no, how could it be that simple!" Peter Pettigrew shook his head proudly, "I am the master's smartest assistant, how could I not find a way to help the master return? I have spent a long time to make the master able to
Collect the materials used for resurrection and hide them at Weasley's house."
"How could the master not need information after he returns? Smart Peter should help the master collect the information he needs!"
Is this still the obedient Peter Pettigrew? Several professors were doubting their own eyes.
Then, Dumbledore asked a few more questions, all of which were related to the leakage of information about the Order of the Phoenix. The results, without exception, were all done by this short wizard. Even if he did not do it, it was related to him.
Not a small relationship.
"Do you have anything else to ask?" Dumbledore looked at the professors.
The professors all shook their heads. Professor McGonagall was so angry that she burst into tears. She leaned into Professor Sprout's arms and cried loudly.
"Cornelly, I think the facts are already obvious. Sirius is innocent." Dumbledore looked at Fudge and said with a smile, "Then, should he be let out of Azkaban?
"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly: "That's okay, but you have to ensure that he won't let this matter out."
"Of course, it's not a big problem, is it?" Dumbledore smiled.
Fudge nodded. As long as it did not damage the image of the Ministry of Magic and his power, he still didn't care about other things.
"Ah, by the way, I think Weston should have a little gift for you, Cornelius." Dumbledore patted his forehead and looked at Weston with a smile.
Weston was stunned for a moment, then realized what Dumbledore was referring to. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes, but did not refuse and handed the bottle with the ladybug to Fudge.
"How about replacing an illegal Animagus with this big rat, Mr. Minister?" Weston pointed to the bottle, and then pointed to Peter Pettigrew on the ground who was already drooling.
Fudge hesitated for a moment, but no Leke agreed.
"By the way, I almost forgot, her name is Rita, the one from the Daily Prophet." Weston added.
Daily Prophet? Fudge's eyes lit up. There are a lot of things that can be manipulated here.
"Okay, I like this exchange!" Fudge nodded simply, stuffed the bottle into his pocket, said hello to Dumbledore, and left.
"Teacher, please keep your gift!" Weston pointed to Peter Pettigrew on the ground, "No matter how you treat him, you can, he is yours!"
Snape nodded, walked over unceremoniously, and picked up Peter Pettigrew: "Don't disturb me, I'm going to the Room of Requirement."
"Of course, I think no one will bother you, teacher!" Weston smiled and nodded.