Sirius Black sneaked into the castle and ruined the cheerful festive atmosphere of Halloween. Under normal circumstances, the fear caused by this despicable and evil criminal would make the little wizards feel uneasy for a while. , however, Professor Brain, the director of the Student Safety Office, who returned to Hogwarts at lightning speed, once again rescued the little wizards from panic.
The warm atmosphere in the auditorium today is no less than yesterday. Although there are no twisting ribbons hanging around the spacious auditorium, the food piled on the four long tables is even more abundant.
Dumbledore re-introduced Amosta Brain to everyone with witty words. When Professor Brain, who defeated the basilisk and ended the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, stood up with a reserved smile and waved to everyone, the auditorium Inside, thunderous applause suddenly sounded!
Everyone was greatly encouraged in their hearts. They believed that Professor Brain would continue his glorious record and once again force the evil that threatened everyone's lives out of the darkness.
At this moment worth celebrating, there is only one person... no, only one mouse, facing the deep cold alone...
The bright moonlight shines through the carved window sash into the dark Gryffindor common room. In the deserted dormitory, a humble and timid figure is hiding in the gap between the four-poster bed and the wall. Shivering.
For twelve years, I have sacrificed my life just to survive, but now it seems that the moment of final judgment is approaching...
Ever since Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, everyone has been talking about what he will do next. A very small number of wizards with inside information believe that Black's purpose in escaping from prison is to kill that boy, that boy. The 'Boy-Who-Lived' who brought the Dark Lord to a complete defeat.
But Peter knew that Black would not kill Harry, because it was never Black who betrayed the Potters, but himself.
Black knew that he was not dead, but was living in the Weasley family in the form of a mouse. Now, he is coming to take revenge, not only for the Potters, but also for Black himself...
Peter didn't know where exactly Blake got the news, but he confirmed that Blake must have known it.
What to do?
Peter curled up with his hand-sized body, thinking hard in despair and fear. He had been thinking about this problem for several months.
Run away!
This was an idea that came to him instinctively, and it was his plan early in the morning.
However, after thinking deeply, he gave up the idea and still followed the Weasley boy back to Hogwarts.
The reason is simple. As long as it continues to follow Ron, it will be able to enjoy all the comprehensive protection that Dumbledore has arranged for the boy. As long as it is under this kind of protection, Black may not be able to get close to it... Peter That's what he thought, but now it seems that he underestimated Black's methods and determination.
Just last night, there was only a wall between Blake and him, and he was just a hair away from being able to save the life he valued so much.
Peter didn't know how Black broke through the hundreds of dementors outside the courtyard wall and broke into Hogwarts, but he knew that last night's failure would not make Black retreat. He would definitely try again until he killed himself. , or Blake himself was killed.
How did he end up in this ridiculous situation?
The clear and bright moonlight was so pale in those dark little eyes that were filled with tears due to fear.
To this day, Peter still doesn't understand why that person who is so powerful that he cannot even mention his name was defeated by a baby? He didn't understand why he had made a decision after careful consideration. He had clearly chosen the stronger side, so why did he end up in this situation?
Everything seemed to be back to where it started, back to the time when I first entered Hogwarts.
In the auditorium, the golden candlelight shone on a short and thin boy who was tremblingly walking towards the Sorting Hat, as if he was covered with a fearless cloak.
"ah--"
Even to this day, Peter still clearly remembers the regretful sigh of the tattered Sorting Hat and the despair that brought him despair.
"Please--"
The young Peter begged humbly. He was too scared. He had been like this for as long as he could remember. Because he was weak, not smart enough, and did not have outstanding magical talent, he would fail in everything he tried. He was afraid that he would be driven home by the hat. He was afraid. Once again, I faced my mother’s disappointed eyes.
"You are not a brave child. Wisdom and hard work are not what you are good at, and you are not ambitious enough. Hey... let me think about it, where should you go..."
"Please, sir..." Peter begged, "As long as you keep me!"
"Just keep you?"
The Sorting Hat chuckled, "What do you think, kid?"
What do you think?
Peter was helpless and stunned. For many years, no one cared what he thought about the expectant eyes of his mother, who was born in Gryffindor, and the legendary story of his father who died heroically in battle. ． ．
"I want to go to Gryffindor..."
Peter muttered as if in a daze. For countless nights, he fell asleep with his father's brave and fearless stories. Peter could still clearly remember the pride and pride in his mother's courage when she told those stories. ． ． He wants his mother to be proud of him. This is the meaning of his life. ． ．
"To Gryffindor?"
The Sorting Hat's voice became weird, "You said you were going to Gryffindor, well, in my opinion, Hufflepuff might be able to help you get out of the quagmire in your heart, but now that you've made your choice... , I hope that in the long life to come, you can find the courage deep in your heart."
It was one of the few beautiful moments in his life. When the Sorting Hat shouted out his choice in a loud voice, he seemed to see his mother's proud eyes towards him for the first time.
But the truth is always cruel. Just as the Sorting Hat said at the sorting ceremony, he is not a brave child. The House of Courage did not tap out the courage in his heart, but made him more cowardly.
Pain ensues. ． ． Everyone around him seemed to be looking at him strangely.
This can't happen anymore!
Young Peter said to himself, he needs, needs. ． ． , someone comes to protect yourself!
Peter soon discovered his target. James Potter and Sirius Black were the two most outstanding people among their classmates. No matter where they went, they always shined.
Choose the right person. ． ． Ha, he picked the right person!
Secretly, Peter said to himself ecstatically.
Being willing to be manipulated and joked with, he became their friend and gained their protection. No one in school could bully him anymore. ． ． Oh, there's a werewolf, and the disgusting werewolf joins in. ． ．
It doesn't matter, I can tolerate him, as long as I don't lose this asylum!
Time passed quietly, and Peter asked himself, had he found the courage deep in his heart that the Sorting Hat said?
No, there isn't. ． ． , but it is no longer important. He has found a way that even if he does not have courage, he can still live in the enviable eyes of most people.
Become a vassal, a vassal of the strong, even just. ． ． Just in a servile way.
He carefully served these three people, followed behind them, and was in their halo, as if he was also shining. ． ． Although it is illusory, it is still radiant and enviable!
After graduation, in the wider world, people who once exuded dazzling light have become dim, and even they cannot protect themselves.
Only stronger people can continue to protect me!
Peter thought with joy as he crouched humbly in front of the laughing Dark Lord.
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