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Bright moonlight shone through the window and climbed into the common lounge of the Gryffindor Tower.
In a place where the moonlight could not reach, a small figure was hiding under a chair, shivering.
Peter the Dwarf wrung his hands in fear. He was almost out of breath.
What he had been afraid of for twelve years had finally happened. His former best friend, Sirius Black, escaped from Azkaban and broke into the Hogwarts. Just now, there was only a wall between them.
Peter knew that he had betrayed the Potter couple to the Lord Voldemort. Blake had come to seek revenge. He wanted to kill him.
He instinctively wanted to escape, but he did not know where to hide. He knew Blake too well. Since the other party knew that he was still alive, he would never give up.
Even if there were hundreds of Soul Eaters here, even if the whole Hogwarts was turned upside down, Blake would not back down. He would not stop until he caught him. This was Sirius Black, a real Gryffindor, a monster who never knew what fear and cowardice were.
Maybe he could fake his death like he did twelve years ago.
As soon as this idea appeared in Peter's mind, he rejected it.
This was not the Muggle Street twelve years ago, and he was not only facing Blake this time.
This was the Hogwarts. In the castle, there were Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin, Professor Meg, Jaime and Lily's son Harry, and the young man named Elwyn Mason. Each of them was smarter, stronger, and braver than him.
It was too difficult to deceive these people like he had deceived Sirius Black!
Besides, where could he go after escaping?
The Death Eaters who were still alive would not let him go after they got the news. The Dark Lord had failed after listening to his tip-off.
Until now, Peter still did not understand why the person who was so powerful that he could not even be named would be defeated by a baby. He did not understand. He had clearly chosen the side of the strong back then. How did things end up like this?
Everything seemed to have returned to the dot, to the time when he had just entered the school twenty years ago.
Peter Pettigrew still remembered the School Sorting Ceremony when he first entered the school. His skinny and short body trembled as he walked towards the School Sorting Hat. He put on the hat, which was so big that it covered his eyes. He could not see the audience at all.
He was too afraid. He had been like this since he was young. He could not do anything. He was weak, not smart enough, and did not have extraordinary talent in magic. He was afraid that he would be chased back by the hat. He was afraid to see his mother's disappointed eyes again.
"It's difficult, very difficult!" The Sorting Hat began to speak in his ear. "You are not a brave child. You do not have enough intelligence, determination, and are not willing to work hard. Although you are a pure blood, it is difficult to survive in Slytherin. You do not have the qualities that Ravenclaw and Gryffindor require. Even if you are mediocre, your heart is unwilling to stay in the ordinary Hufflepuff. Let me think, where should you go?"
That's right, where should I go?
He and his mother, who had lost their father when he was young, depended on each other. Although their family was poor, his mother still did her best to buy him all the magic tools she could. She had high hopes for him. Every night before she went to bed, she would tell him stories about his father.
Peter still remembered his mother's story. In her story, his father was a brave Gryffindor. Although he was not the strongest, he was fearless. Even when facing the person who did not even mention his name, he was not afraid.
From his mother's tone, Peter could tell that she was proud of his father.
Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, I want to go to Gryffindor. I want to have courage. I am a brave person! Peter shouted at the Sorting Hat in his heart. I want to change my cowardly self. I want to become a brave person like my father. I want to be respected. I cannot let my mother down!
"Gryffindor?!" The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded slightly surprised. "You said you want to go to Gryffindor. Well, this may not be the best choice, but I hope that you can find the courage buried deep in your heart in the long road ahead."
"Gryffindor!"
Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting under the chair, smiled happily. That was the most glorious moment of his life. He seemed to have once again heard the Sorting Hat shout out his choice to everyone in a loud voice. He seemed to have once again seen his mother looking at him with a satisfied expression.
However, his smile quickly froze. The Sorting Hat was right. He was not suitable for Gryffindor. He only received mockery in this academy.
Everyone laughed at him for not being brave enough. The Hogwarts's studies made him feel pressured. He found that he did not have any courses that he was good at. The professors looked at him with only disappointment. He was getting further and further away from his mother's expectations of him.
He did not find courage in this academy. He found that he was becoming more and more ordinary and inferior.
He could not go on like this. He needed someone to help him.
Peter quickly found his target. Jaime Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin were the three most outstanding people in his batch. The three of them formed a small team that always shone brightly. Perhaps they needed a follower.
That's right, he could play this role perfectly.
Fortunately, they had accepted him. Peter Pettigrew had been filled with anticipation and joy because of this. He had thought that he could be as outstanding as them. No, he thought that he could at least have a sense of existence and make his mother proud!
For this sense of existence and pride, Peter was willing to endure everything.
To outsiders, he was a member of this small team. He was a friend of Jaime, Sirius, and Lupin.
But only Peter himself knew that he was just a follower, nothing more.
Jaime saw him as someone who could show off his Quidditch talent at any time. Peter's existence was to better contrast Sirius's courage and fearlessness. Even Werewolf Lupin looked down on him.
Yes, the three of them never saw him as a friend. At best, they saw him as a companion. But more often than not, he was a follower who could be ordered around.
Cowardly to the point of being humble, so humble that he could be ignored. This was probably what everyone thought.
But Peter was satisfied with this. He did not want to stand in the middle of the stage and be the center of attention.
He was satisfied with just an inconspicuous position in the corner.
He might not have found the courage he had always longed for in this ancient academy, but he relied on other means to obtain the power and honor he needed. Although it was not much, at least he would not disappoint his mother.
There was no repulsion between wanting to have courage and pursuing power.
Seven years as a Hogwarts finally made Peter understand that what he needed was not courage, but incomparable power.
If his father had that kind of power, he would not have died so easily, and the life of him and his mother would not be so miserable.
Powerful power, this was what he had always been pursuing.
After graduation, his three companions wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Lord Voldemort. Peter wanted to refuse because he was very clear about the difference in power between the two sides. But he did not dare to. He was used to obeying the orders of the other three people in the small team.
He did not dare to say no to his companions. This also required great courage, which he had never had before. Besides, he was also afraid of disappointing his mother. He knew that his mother wanted him to join the Order of the Phoenix.
His mother's expectations of him had always put pressure on Peter, but it was not until that moment that he realized that this pressure had become a heavy burden that he could not breathe.
Peter still remembered those days. Every time Jaime, Sirius, and Lupin were happy that the four of them had once again thwarted the plot of Lord Voldemort, he would feel a little more fear.
He could feel the anger of The Dark Lord. He could feel the hatred of the man who did not even mention his name towards the four of them. It was like a never-ending nightmare.
I can't go on like this. Peter could not see any benefits in continuing to fight against Lord Voldemort. Even if he risked his life to do these things, only Jaime, Sirius, and Lupin would get the glory.
Moreover, Dumbledore was gradually aging, and his power was declining. On the other hand, Lord Voldemort was like the sun in the sky. His power and influence were growing day by day.
It was time to choose the side he was loyal to. For a weakling, the most important thing was not to do something earth-shattering, but to make a wise choice.
He could not be like his father, foolishly serving Dumbledore and dying in obscurity. That foolish courage would leave his wife and children with a heavy burden to bear and a painful memory, and it would serve no purpose.
He wanted to choose his own fate. He wanted to obtain great power.
The Dark Lord had promised him that as long as he unified the magic world, he would obtain unimaginable power, power, and status.
Although the method was different, as long as he had these, his mother would definitely be proud of him again.
As for the guilt and self-blame of betraying his companions, Peter had never felt this way.
In their eyes, he was just a follower. He had always been like that.
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