Please Give Me an Autograph; He Won't Give Up Until He Sees the Coffin

"Tsk! I've really seen something new today," Aaron exclaimed, then took out his pen and paper for practicing Magic Array from his pocket and presented them to Peter Pettigrew. "Please be sure to sign this for me. Your eagerness is something I've never seen before. If I ever encounter a hurdle I can't overcome, thinking of you might help me persevere."

Peter Pettigrew was dumbfounded. Did this child not understand the situation?

I'm busy escaping for my life, how can I have time to sign autographs?

The others were also somewhat dumbfounded; Aaron's outrageous move had truly shocked them.

"An autograph? Yes, yes, that's fine," Peter Pettigrew stammered, his gaze sweeping over Aaron.

There are three Archmage in this room who are no weaker than him, so the possibility of escape is very low, unless there is a hostage, then it's a different story.

After thinking about it for a moment, he decisively abandoned the plan.

It was too dangerous. First, he didn't have Wand, and second, Black, Lupin, Snape were all watching him closely, so he had no chance to make a move.

Peter Pettigrew Peter shakily wrote his name on the paper, Aaron smiled as he put away the signature, subtly flicking his Wand.

Blood gushed out, Peter Pettigrew Peter's left thumb hit the floor, followed by his painful scream.

"Sorry, sorry." Aaron chuckled awkwardly, wrapped the severed finger in a signed piece of paper, and put it in his pocket. "I'm really curious about what it was like when you cut your finger twelve years ago."

"You..."

Peter Pettigrew looked at Aaron with a hint of fear in his eyes and couldn't help but take two steps back.

At this moment, Aaron posed a danger to him no less than that of Black and Lupin. His innate thirst for knowledge told him that although the boy seemed harmless, he would not hesitate to kill when the time came.

"Well done," Sirius Black praised. "Although I personally don't like Slytherin Warlock much, you seem to be an exception."

"Tch!" Snape scoffed, saying coldly, "I'll believe you for now."

"The facts are right in front of us, and it's no use if you don't believe us."

"Then you must make sure he doesn't get away."

"No, absolutely not," Lupin said, then looked at Peter Pettigrew Peter, "Hey Peter, it's been a long time."

"Remus, Black, my old friends." Peter Pettigrew Peter opened his arms in a hugging gesture, then rushed to the door.

Just as Lupin and Black were about to stop him, Aaron kicked him in the stomach.

Peter Pettigrew Peter crashed heavily into the wall, with half of his body sticking out of the house.

Ignoring the physical pain, he quickly regained his composure, trying to leave the Shrieking Shack through the hole he had created. "Come back," Aaron waved his Wand, Peter Pettigrew's chubby body flew backward, landing in the center of the shack.

Peter Pettigrew Peter glanced around, then quickly approached Harry Potter. "Harry, look at you! You're just like your mom. We're best friends."

Before he could finish speaking, Sirius Black stepped in front of Harry and sternly rebuked him, "How dare you speak to Harry, how dare you mention James in front of him!"

Peter Pettigrew hurriedly tried to back away, but was blocked by Lupin again. He and Sirius Black, in perfect unison, forced him behind a piano.

"You betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort," Lupin said, pointing his Peter Pettigrew at Wand.

"I didn't want to either!" Peter Pettigrew said indignantly. "That Dark Lord, who knows what kind of martial arts he has? Ask yourself, what would you do?"

"I would rather die than betray my friends," Sirius Black said.

Peter Pettigrew crawled under the piano, intending to rush all the way to the door.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Aaron smiling at him.

"It's you again?" Peter Pettigrew said speechlessly, "Why is it you again?"

Aaron patted him on the shoulder, gently pulled him out from under the piano, and patted the dust off him.

"Don't be nervous, I have a small question that I need your help with."

If the answer is wrong, then I will..."

"You're going to let me go?"

"How could that be?" Aaron shook his head. "Even if I agreed, they wouldn't agree."

If you answer correctly, I can make your death easier.

"Since you're loyal to Voldemort, why didn't you kill Harry Potter?"

Peter Pettigrew trembled; the name of Voldemort was too intimidating to him.

"Because, because I am Kiyoshi."

Aaron laughed even harder. "I'll give you another chance to rephrase your words."

"Hmm! To be honest, although I am innocent, I am scared!" Peter Pettigrew said nervously. "I sent Sirius Black to Azkaban, and You-Know-Who's men will definitely try every means to take revenge on me."

Therefore, I must protect Harry Potter; only he, the Warlock who defeated You-Know-Who, can stand against him.

Upon hearing this, Aaron raised an eyebrow; he had never seen such a shameless person before.

"Professor Snape, you should have Truth Serum in your office, right?"

"I don't have that stuff in my office, so it might take a while to prepare," Snape said thoughtfully.

"Never mind then." Aaron waved his hand and pointed his Wand at Peter Pettigrew's chest. "Like I said before, I'm pretty good at the Cruciatus Curse."

Peter Pettigrew's expression changed drastically. "You, you can't..."

"Cruciatus Curse!"

"Ahhh..."

Peter Pettigrew fell to the ground with a piercing scream. His body convulsed, and his face contorted into a hideous grimace.

Everyone watched this scene with complicated expressions, but no one called for it to stop. In fact, they all felt a sense of satisfaction. This was how traitors should be treated.

"Stop! I... I'll talk!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, enduring immense pain.

Aaron dispelled the spell and carefully helped him up. "If you had been this sensible earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much."

Here's a piece of advice: don't lie.

"I wouldn't dare," Peter Pettigrew stammered. "It's true, I won't harm Harry Potter, because of James and Lily..."

Before Peter Pettigrew could explain, Aaron rolled his eyes impatiently, "Cruciatus Curse!"

Another piercing scream rang out. Just as Peter Pettigrew was about to faint, Aaron stopped casting the spell, looking at him with a sneer, "Now can you tell the truth?"

Peter Pettigrew nodded tremblingly, "Because of Dumbledore, he is the person the You-Know-Who fears most. I wouldn't dare to kill someone under his nose."

"More than that!" Sirius Black sneered. "The reason you chose a Warlock family is so that you can listen to the news. Nobody will be wary of a poor rat."

Once you're certain that Voldemort has made a comeback and become the ruler again, you'll hand over the last member of the Potter family. At that point, no one will blame you for causing Voldemort to lose his powers and disappear for ten years.

On the contrary, you will become the biggest contributor.

"Impressive." Aaron exclaimed, giving a thumbs up. At least he couldn't have survived to this extent; they had even prepared the chips for a comeback.

Peter Pettigrew opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then found himself speechless.

His eyes darted around, then he knelt down and crawled to Harry's side. "Harry, James won't let me die."

Your father will spare me, he'll spare my life.

"How dare you speak to Harry?" Sirius Black roared.

Peter Pettigrew immediately changed targets, crawling up to Ron. "Ron, I'm your pet, your good pet, your good mouse. You wouldn't let them kill me, would you?"

Ron immediately moved his leg away, preventing him from touching him.

Just thinking about raising such a person for ten years makes him feel disgusted, and the thought of him making him sleep in the same bed makes him want to vomit.

Peter Pettigrew turned around, staggered towards Hermione, tears of grievance streaming down his face, "The clever girl..."

"I advise you to stay away from her," Aaron said calmly. "It's one thing to be ugly, but to be ugly and still offend people's eyes is just ungrateful."

Peter Pettigrew shuddered, placing his last hope on Snape. He tugged at Snape's robes, "Severus, you have to save me! You hate Sirius Black and Lupin, don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't like you either."

"No, Severus!" Peter Pettigrew cried out, "You must save me, we..."

"Hmm?" Snape gave him a cold look. "You'd better not talk nonsense."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. He immediately slapped him twice, then punched him, smashing two of his front teeth. "Mr. Black, Professor Lupin, I think you should be happy to avenge your best friend!"

"Of course," Sirius Black affirmed, then walked up to Ron, took the Wand from his hand, and said, "I'll borrow it for a bit, and return it to you after I kill him."

Lupin and Sirius Black pointed their Wand at Peter Pettigrew at the same time. "You should have known, Peter."

"Voldemort doesn't kill you, we will."

"No!" Harry suddenly shouted, "You can't kill him."

"Harry," Lupin said in surprise, "This person is..."

"I know what he is, take him to the castle."

Let the Dementor deal with him, and he can go to Azkaban.

"Thank you, child." Peter Pettigrew felt as if he had been granted a pardon. For him, living was the most important thing, and it didn't matter how he lived.

Moreover, his case is particularly complicated, and it won't be easy to get it through. He might even find a chance to escape!

"There's no need for that," Aaron chuckled. "If you want to prove Black's innocence, a corpse will do the same thing."

Peter Pettigrew:...

Are you a devil? You won't give me a single chance?

"But the living are more convincing than the dead," Harry said. "My dad wouldn't want them both to be murderers."

Sirius Black and Lupin exchanged a glance and reluctantly put down their Wand.

"Harry, you have the right to make this decision," Sirius Black said in a deep voice, "But he really doesn't."

"That's why we sent him to Azkaban; it's a place more suitable for someone like him."

"Professor, the truth is out." Aaron shrugged at Snape. "You're the best person here to handle this ridiculous miscarriage of justice."

"Gaius, next time you have something to say, just say it directly to me. There's no need to beat around the bush," Snape said calmly, then stood up from his chair. "Tie them up and hand them over to Dumbledore."