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

The wind howled and the night was dark.

The oil lamp in Filch's office was dim.

Severus Snape looked at Peter Pettigrew's ferocious and terrifying face, his hatred growing like a vine, quickly spreading throughout his body.

However...

Snape was helpless.

His wand had been jammed into the desk by Pettigrew.

Even Peter Pettigrew's magical power far surpassed his own; even considering the entire Wizarding world, perhaps few could match Pettigrew.

Now, all the truth was revealed.

Snape looked with rage and despair at Pettigrew, the mastermind who had personally orchestrated Lily's death, standing before him, yet he was powerless against him.

"Heeheehee... Goodbye, Snape."

Peter Pettigrew extended his claw-like palm, using the hand that was missing a finger to bid Snape a final farewell.

"If you have the chance, please remember to tell Headmaster Dumbledore for me that I will prove to him that I will be the most outstanding student Hogwarts has ever had..."

After speaking, Peter Pettigrew left with a giggle.

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

"That bastard..."

Snape angrily slammed his fist into the wall!

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

Outside the door of Filch's office.

Peter Pettigrew walked slowly down the corridor.

At this moment, he didn't seem to be in any hurry, merely looking down at the Marauder's Map in his hand, as if searching for a safe and hidden path.

Time passed quietly.

Just as Peter Pettigrew was still looking at the Marauder's Map, his appearance and body instantly began to change, and in a flash, he looked like a completely different person!

"It seems the potion's time is up."

As this young boy's voice appeared, the Peter Pettigrew who had been wandering moments before had returned to the appearance of Vinson Wright.

This meant...

The Peter Pettigrew who had been in Filch's office just now, arrogantly proclaiming to Snape that he had orchestrated everything and was the mastermind behind the new Dark Lord...

Was all an act put on by Vinson Wright.

"Mr. Pettigrew is too timid..."

Vinson Wright continued to look at the Marauder's Map, searching for the way to the Hufflepuff common room, and mused leisurely, "I've helped him a great deal. I hope what I've done will make him stronger in the future..."

If one were to consider it purely logically...

Vinson Wright believed that the story he helped Peter Pettigrew concoct had no particular loopholes.

Perhaps there weren't any?

Even if Dumbledore and Snape were to seek out Sirius Black, who was still alive in Azkaban, for confirmation...

It would only provide more accurate evidence, solidifying the fact that Pettigrew was the mastermind.

Unless...

Pettigrew were to commit suicide in front of everyone to prove his innocence.

Of course...

That wouldn't do any good either.

What good would suicide do?

Who could prove that suicide could lead to death?

Would Pettigrew's suicide clear him of everything?

Who knew if Peter Pettigrew, who claimed to have gained Voldemort's knowledge, might have secretly made some Horcruxes to save himself.

"I'll go to the common room for a late-night snack first."

Vinson Wright returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

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

These were prepared by Tonks, an upperclassman, with the help of the house-elves.

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

"Good people are rewarded."

As a good person, Vinson naturally received his rewards.

Vinson Wright sat on the sofa in the common room, picked up a pastry, and began to check the rewards he had received tonight.

In addition to the unlimited Teleportation skill rewarded by the Marauder's Map.

There was also a combat reward for defeating Snape.

These combat missions weren't exactly easy.

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

Because the rewards for combat missions were too generous!

[Combat Mission: Defeat Severus Snape (1/1), Mission Complete, Reward: Magic Spell Sectumsempra]

[Sectumsempra: The spell itself is Sectumsempra. After hitting the target with the curse, it causes irreparable damage to the target's body like a sharp sword (unless there is a counter-curse, Episkey, to quickly heal). If the caster's magic is sufficient, it can transform the invisible blade into a tangible sword, capable of cleaving through any building or even a Barrier.]

[Combat Mission: Defeat Head of Slytherin (1/1), Mission Complete, Reward: Magic Skill Parseltongue, 100 Health Points, 500 Magic Points.]

"As expected of the Head of Slytherin..."

Vinson Wright contentedly accepted his rewards.

The only regret was that defeating a Head of House only granted 100 Health Points, leaving his dream of becoming a sword-wielding melee Wizard a distant hope.

It was less rewarding than the mission to retrieve the Gryffindor Sword.

Vinson Wright sat in the Hufflepuff common room, eating pastries and drinking black tea, quietly awaiting the great commotion to come. He knew the night's story was far from over.

Tonight.

No one would be getting a good night's sleep.

After all...

Vinson had done a great deed using Peter Pettigrew's identity!

Hogwarts, First Floor.

Filch's Office.

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

Snape finally managed to recover a little strength. He endured the pain and tried to stand up, leaning against the wall as he walked to his desk.

No time to waste now!

If he could notify Dumbledore even a moment sooner, he might be able to catch Peter Pettigrew a moment sooner. He absolutely couldn't let that murderer escape!

To be honest...

He wasn't a match for Peter Pettigrew right now!

Snape hastily reached for the wand stuck in his desk, exerting great effort to pull it free from the tabletop. This also shocked him with Peter Pettigrew's strength!

That guy...

How much knowledge had he gained from the Dark Lord!

Severus Snape didn't dare to linger. Reaching the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the castle was too far, so he could only quickly shoot a magic-created fireworks signal out the window!

The sound of the grand fireworks explosion echoed throughout the castle!

This noise once again startled everyone in Hogwarts!

Many people were woken from their sleep by the explosion, unable to comprehend what was happening tonight. Could they not get a peaceful night's sleep?

In all of Hogwarts, the only person who could openly use Apparition was Dumbledore. The old man immediately understood the sudden situation and instantly used Apparition to arrive on the first floor!

"Severus?"

Dumbledore looked at Severus Snape, who was slightly out of breath and had a somewhat disheveled robe, and asked in a deep voice, "Severus, what happened? Who did this?"

"Peter Pettigrew!"

Snape spat out the name through gritted teeth. He looked up at Dumbledore, the hatred on his face no longer containable. "Peter Pettigrew isn't dead at all! Lily's death, Voldemort's death, everything was his plan!"

Snape grew even more furious as he thought about it!

He absolutely couldn't let that scoundrel get away!

The Potions Professor, on the verge of a rage, said with a face full of anger, "Pettigrew, that scoundrel who's been pretending to be timid... he's going to become the third Dark Lord!"