Please Stop Talking Already!

"No! Peter is not dead! He deceived everyone!"

He was an Animagus, just like me. He had been disguised as a rat, lurking around that brat. Even if he turned to ashes, I would still recognize him!

Black glared fiercely at Ron.

Ron was startled by the madness in Black's eyes and took a step back. But then, his heart was filled with boundless rage.

"You're talking nonsense!"

While lashing out at Black, Ron couldn't help but marvel at how the man, worthy of being the Ministry of Magic's most Wanted Criminal, was far more vicious than he had ever imagined.

Scabbers is so pitiful!

While alive, he was chased by Hermione's stupid cat; when he died, he wasn't even left with a complete body.

Even now, after Scabbers has been dead for so long, she is still being framed by a wanted Wanted Criminal.

This is absolutely outrageous!

"I'm telling the truth! Harry, listen, I know it's hard to believe, but Peter is the traitor, he's Voldemort's henchman, he deceived everyone and killed your parents!"

Black said anxiously.

He was not afraid of death; in fact, death was a kind of relief for him.

He wasn't afraid of Harry hating him, because Harry had every right to hate him. Back then, if he hadn't presumptuously persuaded James and ultimately changed the Secret Keeper, Harry wouldn't have lost his parents.

Therefore, even if he died at Harry's hands, Black had no complaints.

But!

There was only one thing that Black simply could not accept.

That is, that traitor, Peter Pettigrew, is still alive!

"Shut up, Black! Everyone knows you're Voldemort's henchman! It was you who betrayed my parents, leading to their murder by Voldemort! And Peter, he was a hero! He tried to avenge my parents, yet you cruelly killed him!"

Harry used his Wand to poke Black's forehead hard.

His patience was wearing thin! He couldn't wait to kill Black and avenge his parents!

However, when Harry thought about this, he found that his hands were trembling for some reason.

"He's no hero!"

Black roared.

Its ferocious expression, coupled with its skull-like face, gives one the illusion of a demon from hell.

"Give me that rat! I have a way to undo his Animagus Transfiguration! Then, Harry, you'll know the truth!"

"Stop joking!"

Harry roared back just as loudly.

It was unclear whether he was angry because of what Black said, or because of his own increasingly trembling right hand.

"Scabbers is long dead!"

"That's right! Scabbers was killed by that damned Bell from Ravenclaw months ago!"

Ron was equally enraged.

Overwhelmed by extreme anger, Ron stepped forward and kicked Black hard in Black shin.

Ron actually wanted to kick Black hard in the stomach, to vent his anger for his deceased Scabbers.

Unfortunately, Neville blocked that way.

Speaking of which, Black has been muttering something about Animagus since the beginning of this article. What exactly is that?

"Harry, stop listening to his nonsense! He must have been in Azkaban for too long and gone completely insane. My dad told me that Azkaban is no place for humans."

Not to mention Harry, even Ron is now somewhat tempted to kill that wretched Black with his own hands.

Completely unaware that he was talking to a brick wall, Black only then learned that Peter was dead? Or had he died several months ago?

This unexpected good news left Black feeling utterly dejected.

So, what was the purpose of his persistence and patience over the past few months?

Now that Peter is dead, what should he do?

Harry and Ron exchanged a puzzled look at Black, who had suddenly lost all his energy and lay on the ground like a corpse.

That lie was so obvious, anyone could see through it, right? Why are you so disappointed?

Could it be that the two of them are actually very clever?

The two, who had suddenly become a little proud, quickly took a deep breath to calm their excitement.

Neville is still on the ground, maintaining his overwhelming power; now is not the time to be happy.

Speaking of which, why haven't we heard Neville say anything all this time?

"Neville, are you alright?"

Harry asked worriedly.

It was too dark, and Neville was facing away from them, so Harry couldn't be sure of Neville's current condition.

Could it be that Neville was just injured by Black?

"One, not at all, good."

Neville's voice betrayed an undeniable weakness.

"Oh no, Neville is injured after all!"

Harry felt somewhat guilty.

He was so focused on getting revenge on Black that he didn't even notice Neville's unusual behavior.

"Neville, you absolutely can't get hurt!"

"He smelled so bad."

However, before Harry could even anxiously check Neville's injuries, Neville's next words slapped Harry back down from his precarious step.

Even if you reduce your breathing rate, you still have to breathe.

Neville was so overwhelmed by the sour smell emanating from Black that he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"Please, you guys, hurry up."

Even honest people have their limits! Please, please stop chatting!

"Uh... sorry."

Harry sincerely apologized to Neville and decided to hurry up.

However, the next second, Harry was in trouble again.

He initially wanted to kill Black with his own hands. Of course, even now, he still desperately desires to kill Black with his own hands.

But why!

Black's head was practically within his grasp, so why couldn't he bring himself to do it?

A hand suddenly landed on his trembling right hand. Harry turned his head and saw it was Ron.

"Harry, hand him over to the Ministry of Magic. This guy isn't worth getting your hands dirty."

Ron noticed his friend's hesitation.

He had never approved of Harry killing Black himself. After all, killing someone is no easy or pleasant thing.

Seeing Harry hesitate and unable to do it, Ron took the opportunity to stop Harry.

"..."

Harry silently put down his Wand.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. But after Ron offered him a way out, Harry had to admit that he was indeed relieved.

Stunning Spell!

Instead of Harry, Ron cast Stunning Spell on Black.

"Alright, Neville, you can get up now."

Upon hearing Ron's words, Neville, with unprecedented agility, quickly got to his feet. He jogged away to a distance from Black before taking a few deep breaths of fresh air.

The Forbidden Forest at night, filled with the fragrance of nature, is so enchanting.

For the first time in his life, Neville felt that the world was so wonderful.