The Disarming Charm's Finest Hour, an Unheard-of Will to Survive

Looking at the bewildered Sirius Black Black, Aaron could hardly contain his joy.

Five weeks' worth of Magic Points, and I've got them.

Although it was a little less, it was enough for him to save two months of hard work. Moreover, he had never completed such a simple task before. The danger level was almost zero, and a Disarming Charm would have been enough to take care of it.

The next moment, his brows furrowed, because the system had not notified him that the mission was complete, which meant that he had not yet found the enemy who killed Harry Potter's parents.

"Sirius Black Black." Aaron looked at him seriously. "Are Harry's parents your...?"

"You killed my parents."

Before Aaron could finish asking, Harry roared and charged at Sirius Black.

No one expected Harry to fight Sirius Black in Muggle- like manner. The battle between a fourteen-year-old boy and a murderer who had been imprisoned for twelve years should have been a foregone conclusion.

Surprisingly, Sirius Black didn't put up much resistance. He was punched hard, then pushed to the ground by Harry and choked.

"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" Sirius Black laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You killed my mom and dad."

"I don't deny it, if you knew the whole story."

"The whole story?" Harry's eyes were bloodshot. "I know more than you think. You betrayed them to Voldemort..."

"You have to listen to me," Sirius Black interrupted Harry anxiously, "Or you'll regret it, you don't know..."

Harry gripped Sirius Black's neck tightly, leaving Hermione and Ron somewhat bewildered, unsure whether to stop him.

The hatred for killing one's parents is irreconcilable, and no amount of revenge is too much. However, they did not want Harry to become a murderer, even though Sirius Black had already been sentenced to death, making him a pariah.

At that moment, Aaron kicked Harry in the shoulder, sending him flying to the side.

"Aaron, why?"

"Cough cough!" Sirius Black managed to stand up. "I should thank you."

"You're welcome. Expelliarmus."

Aaron decisively cast the Disarming Charm, and Sirius Black's Wand, which was hidden on his back, was knocked away again.

"You almost succeeded." Harry suddenly realized that Sirius Black must have picked up the Wand while he was being choked. If Aaron hadn't acted quickly, a Curse would have been cast on him.

"Stand still," Aaron said, pointing his Wand at Harry.

"Aaron, you've got the wrong person, haven't you?" Hermione and Ron asked incredulously.

"I'm just letting him calm down." Aaron shrugged, then continued to point his Wand at Sirius Black. "I'll give you a chance to finish what you didn't say earlier."

"There are still smart people out there." Sirius Black breathed a sigh of relief.

"What else is there to say?" Harry's voice trembled, and tears streamed down his face. "If you can't do it, let me do it. He betrayed my parents. My mother even... even stopped Voldemort from killing me before she died."

This is my last chance, my chance to take revenge myself.

Perhaps Draco is right; I can't let him go to the Dementor.

"Harry, actually, back then James and Lily..."

"Shut up," Harry snapped angrily. "You have no right to mention their names."

"Shut up." Aaron looked at Harry with some weariness. "Let him finish."

"But..."

"No buts, you should believe me, you must believe me."

So, let him finish speaking, and afterwards, whether you want to kill or torture me, I'll pretend I didn't see anything.

"Thank you," Sirius Black sighed softly. "I originally intended to kill him first and then explain to the others, but the misunderstanding here is far too great."

"Get to the point." Aaron gestured, his Wand twitching with his wrist. "Our time is precious, isn't it?"

"That's the point I'm making," Sirius Black said helplessly.

Just then, the door burst open and Professor Lupin rushed in.

"Expelliarmus."

Aaron's Wand flew out, but he caught it steadily in his hand.

Aaron:...

I used to think villains died because they talked too much, but I never imagined that heroes could die too.

Lupin walked to the middle of the room and pointed his Wand at Sirius Black. "Oh, Black, you've become such a mess. This appearance finally matches the madness within you."

"Isn't your heart just as insane, Remus?"

Upon hearing this, Lupin slowly lowered his Wand and gave Sirius Black a big hug.

"I've found him," Sirius Black said incoherently. "He's here."

"I know, I know," Lupin comforted him, patting his back.

Sirius Black's voice choked with emotion, "Kill him."

"No!" Hermione suddenly screamed, "I trusted you so much, you've always been Black's friend."

"Calm down, Hermione, this is normal." Aaron quickly pulled her back. "They are about the same age and both went to Hogwarts."

"You don't understand, Aaron," Hermione said angrily. "He's Werewolf, that's why he can't come to class."

He was the one who helped Black infiltrate the castle, and he also wanted Harry dead.

"Well..." Aaron hesitated before speaking, "I don't deny the first part of the sentence. I also know he is Werewolf. Many people know he is Werewolf, including Professor Snape and Dumbledore."

In fact, the Potions that Professor Snape gave him was Wolfsbane Potion.

However, the second half of that statement is truly debatable. Professor Lupin spent countless hours alone with Harry Potter, including teaching him the Patronus Charm, which presented numerous opportunities to kill him. The fact that Harry Potter is still alive and well speaks volumes.

"How long have you known?" Lupin asked with difficulty, his face pale.

"Ever since I wrote the chapter Snape assigned," Hermione said quietly.

"I might be a little earlier," Aaron shrugged. "On the train, my pet told me that there's a beast inside you."

To be honest, I was trying to sneak into another private room while you were sleeping, but I had just stood up when three unlucky guys pushed me away.

As Aaron spoke, his gaze swept over Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The three Gryffindor lowered their heads guiltily, looking so embarrassed they could dig a Hogwarts out of their feet.

They were naive back then. Anyone who knew there was a Werewolf in the private room would probably be very uneasy.

"In fact, I wasn't so sure back then, until Boggart turned into the Moon in front of you."

The Werewolf's features are too obvious.

"It's a real shame you're in Slytherin," Lupin smile.

"I don't think so," Aaron said dismissively. "Slytherin the strong, and I did fairly well in that academy."

On the contrary, the real headaches come from Gryffindor, because at least three students there are never a moment's peace.

Harry, and his friends:...

"Go ahead! I don't deny that I'm Werewolf, but I really never intended to hurt Harry."

"How did you explain that just now?" Harry roared. "Your relationship with Black is probably more than just ordinary."

"That was before, but it wasn't before, no..." Lupin said somewhat speechlessly, "It's quite complicated to explain in the end, but I can explain it to you."

As Lupin spoke, he picked up the Wand from the ground and tossed them to their respective owners.

"Now you can believe me, right?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded, pulled up a chair for himself, and then gestured for him to begin. "Please begin your, no, your explanation."

"Aaron ..." Harry wanted to say something more, but was stopped by a look from him.

"Harry, I know you want revenge. You've waited twelve years, so what's a little more?"

"Yes! Twelve years, I waited twelve years," Sirius Black said with a hint of self-deprecation, then his tone turned stern. "In Azkaban."

"Don't wait any longer, Remus, kill him now."

"Harry has the right to know the truth," Lupin patiently comforted him, then turned to Harry and the others, "I helped draw the Marauder's Map, Moony was my nickname when I was in school."

James, Harry's father, is Prongs, and he and I are best friends, as is Sirius Black, who is Padfoot.

"He's not," Harry shouted urgently. "He betrayed my parents."

"Indeed, someone betrayed your parents, but it was someone else."

Moreover, I only recently learned that person wasn't dead.

Who is that person?

"Peter Pettigrew Peter," Lupin said, looking at Harry, "Is the one who told me his name appeared on the Marauder's Map."

"That map is lying. Peter Pettigrew Peter died twelve years ago."

"That map never lies."

And Peter Pettigrew is the fourth person who made the map, Wormtail.

I've felt something was off ever since, especially tonight. I saw his name again on the map after you left Hagrid's Hut.

"But there are only four of us, where did Peter Pettigrew Peter from?"

As soon as Yi finished speaking, Aaron seemed to realize something, and his expression became quite interesting. He stood up, pulled Harry and Hermione a big step toward the wall, and tried to distance himself from Ron as much as possible.

"What is this for?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"What a talent!" Aaron said, looking at Ron. "No, he can't just be called a talent, he's practically a monster!"

Ron:...

Are you praising me or insulting me?

"Don't get me wrong, I wasn't talking about you, I meant the rat in your hand."

"Scabbers?"

Aaron said seriously, "From the day I was born until now, I have not admired many people, but your rat is one of them."

Harry and Hermione were still puzzled, but Lupin looked at them with admiration, "You figured it out?"

"Actually, I should have realized it a long time ago, but I just never thought about it in that direction."

"Animagus Peter Pettigrew Peter Animagus, and the animal he can transform into is a mouse." Aaron's expression still held some disbelief. "Peter Pettigrew is absolutely a role model for us all! I am truly inferior."

"Impossible." Ron shook his head in disbelief. "Scabbers has been staying at my house..."

"Twelve years," Sirius Black interjected. "But can an ordinary mouse live for twelve years?"

"That's it." Aaron admired the Scabbers Ron was holding. "Rats like this live for three or four years, twelve years..."

To live comfortably as a rat for twelve years—that's an incredible will to survive! You can't argue with that!