Dumbledore, Peter Pettigrew Wants to Become the Third Dark Lord!

The night was dark and windy.

The oil lamp in Filch's office cast a dim light.

Severus Snape looked at Peter Pettigrew's hideous, terrifying face. Hatred grew in his heart like vines, rapidly spreading throughout his entire body.

However...

Snape was powerless to do anything.

His wand had been stabbed into the table by Pettigrew.

Even Peter Pettigrew's magical power far surpassed his own. Even across the entire wizarding world, there were probably only a few people who could match Pettigrew.

Now, the whole truth had been revealed.

Snape stared furiously and despairingly at Peter Pettigrew—the mastermind who had personally plotted Lily's death—standing right before him, yet he was powerless against him.

"Hee hee hee hee... Goodbye, Snape."

Peter Pettigrew extended his claw-like hand and gave Snape one last wave with the palm that was missing a finger.

"If you get the chance, remember to tell Headmaster Dumbledore for me that I'll prove to him I'll become the greatest student Hogwarts has ever seen..."

With that, Peter Pettigrew left with a grin.

Only Snape, slumped on the floor, and the petrified Filch remained.

"That bastard..."

Snape slammed his fist against the wall in hatred!

At that moment, he didn't know whether he hated Peter Pettigrew's evil cunning more, or hated his own weakness and his helplessness in the face of his enemy!

Outside Filch's office.

Peter Pettigrew strolled leisurely down the corridor.

At that moment, he seemed not the least bit anxious. He simply lowered his head and looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand, seemingly trying to find a safe and concealed route.

Time slipped quietly away.

Just as Peter Pettigrew was still studying the Marauder's Map, his appearance and body suddenly began to change. In the blink of an eye, it was as though he had become an entirely different person!

"Looks like the potion has worn off."

As a young boy's voice sounded, Peter Pettigrew, who had still been wandering about moments ago, had already transformed back into Vinson Wright's appearance.

This meant...

The Peter Pettigrew who had just been in Filch's office, arrogantly declaring to Snape that he had plotted everything in the past and would become the new Dark Lord...

Had all been played by Vinson Wright.

"Mr. Pettigrew is too timid..."

Vinson Wright continued studying the Marauder's Map as he looked for the way to the Hufflepuff Common Room, sighing leisurely. "I did him such a huge favor. I hope what I've done will make him stronger in the future..."

From a purely logical perspective...

Vinson Wright believed that the story he had fabricated to help Peter Pettigrew contained no particular loopholes.

There shouldn't be any, right?

Even if Dumbledore and Snape found Sirius Black, who was still alive in Azkaban, and questioned him about it...

They would only obtain even more accurate evidence, directly confirming that Pettigrew had been the mastermind.

Unless...

Pettigrew killed himself in front of everyone to prove his innocence.

Of course...

That wouldn't be useful either.

What use would suicide be?

Who could prove that killing himself would truly make him die?

Could Pettigrew clear himself of everything simply by committing suicide?

Who knew whether a Peter Pettigrew who claimed to possess Voldemort's knowledge had secretly made a life-saving Horcrux?

"I'll go to the common room and have some supper first."

Vinson Wright returned to the Hufflepuff Common Room.

The gray-haired boy who had just caused a huge stir outside sat contentedly on the common-room sofa, looking at the pastries and thermos on the table.

Tonks had asked a House-elf to prepare all of it.

It had to be said that the students of Hufflepuff were all kind-hearted, good people.

"Good people get good rewards."

As a good person, Vinson naturally received good rewards as well.

Vinson Wright sat on the sofa in the common room, picked up a pastry, and began checking the rewards he had obtained that night.

Besides the unrestricted Teleportation skill he had received as a reward for obtaining the Marauder's Map...

There was also a combat reward for defeating Snape.

Combat Missions like this were not easy to complete.

As a proper student, Vinson Wright obviously couldn't fight a professor face-to-face right now. It seemed that he could continue using Peter Pettigrew's identity to complete missions in the future...

Because the rewards for Combat Missions were simply too generous!

Combat Mission: Defeat Severus Snape (1/1), mission completed. Reward: Magic Spell Sectumsempra.

Sectumsempra: The spell is also Sectumsempra. After striking the opponent with the spell, it causes wounds to the target's body like a sharp sword, making them impossible to heal (unless the counter-curse Episkey is used). If the caster has enough magical power, the invisible blade can be transformed directly into a tangible sword, powerful enough to cleave through any building or even magical barrier.

Combat Mission: Defeat the Slytherin Head of House (1/1), mission completed. Rewards: Magic Spell Parseltongue, 100 Health Value, 500 Magic Power Value.

"Just as expected of the Slytherin Head of House..."

Vinson Wright contentedly accepted his rewards.

The only regrettable thing was that defeating a Head of House had rewarded him with only 100 points of health, leaving his dream of becoming a sword-wielding close-combat wizard far out of reach.

It wasn't even as good as the mission to draw the Gryffindor Sword.

Vinson Wright ate pastries and drank black tea in the Hufflepuff Common Room, quietly waiting for the great upheaval to come. He knew that tonight's story was far from over.

Tonight.

No one was going to get a good night's sleep.

After all...

Vinson had used Pettigrew's identity to do something truly momentous!

Hogwarts, first floor.

Filch's office.

"We can't stay here any longer..."

Snape finally managed to recover a little strength. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tried to stand and leaned against the wall as he made his way to the desk.

He couldn't waste any more time now!

If he could notify Dumbledore even a moment sooner, perhaps they could capture Peter Pettigrew that much sooner. They absolutely couldn't let that murderer escape!

To be honest...

He wasn't Peter Pettigrew's match right now!

Snape hurriedly reached for the wand embedded in the table. He exerted all his strength before finally pulling it from the tabletop, which left him even more shaken by Peter Pettigrew's power!

That man...

Just how much knowledge had he obtained from Voldemort?

Severus Snape didn't dare linger. The Headmaster's Office was on the castle's Seventh Floor, far too distant for him to reach quickly, so he fired a magical flare signal out the window!

The thunderous sound of the grand fireworks explosion resounded throughout the castle!

The noise once again alarmed everyone throughout Hogwarts!

Many people were jolted awake by the explosions once more, unable to understand what was happening that night. Would they ever be allowed to sleep peacefully?

Throughout Hogwarts, Dumbledore was publicly the only person capable of using the Teleportation Charm. The old man immediately understood that something had happened and Apparated to the first floor!

"Severus?"

Dumbledore glanced doubtfully at the slightly breathless Severus Snape and his somewhat disheveled robes. In a deep voice, he asked, "Severus, what happened? Who did this?"

"Peter Pettigrew!"

Snape ground out the name through clenched teeth. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, no longer able to suppress the hatred on his face. "Peter Pettigrew isn't dead at all! Lily's death, Voldemort's death—everything was plotted by him!"

The more Snape thought about it, the angrier he became!

That bastard absolutely couldn't be allowed to leave!

The Potions Class professor, teetering on the brink of rage, said furiously, "Pettigrew, that bastard who was always pretending to be timid... He wants to become the third Dark Lord!"