Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Slug!

And this familiar voice...

It's the coward who only hides behind him!

Snape looked up, wand clenched tightly in his hand, his cold eyes filled with shock and anger.

The open door was creaky by the cold wind in the corridor, and a short and obscene figure stood in front of the door, looking at him with a sneer.

"Peter Pettigrew..."

Snape suppressed his emotions and slowly said the name of the man in front of him.

He wasn't dead, and it seemed that Quirrell was telling the truth.

"I didn't think you could remember my name now, slug!"

Sirius, no—it was Peter Pettigrew who was holding the wisteria wand in his hand and aiming it at Snape, who was standing opposite, and he said in a slightly mocking voice.

He snatched this wand from the wizard in Tumbledown Alley, and it was quite easy to use.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to be alive. "

Looking at the ugly man in front of him, Snape said in a mocking tone.

"I thought Quirrell was cheating on me, but now it seems to be true, you were the one who attacked him in the first place. "

Who is Quirrell?

Sirius's eyes narrowed in confusion, he had been imprisoned in Azkaban for seven or eight years, and naturally he didn't know the name.

Before he could react.

Snape, on the other side, looked at Peter Pettigrew in shock, and instantly picked up the wand on the table and aimed it at his ugly head.

"You're really as useless as before, and you'll just hide behind the three of them..."

Snape looked at Peter Pettigrew with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"But I'm glad to see that you didn't die and dared to appear in front of me. "

"Happy?"

Sirius looked at Snape in front of him warily, and he always felt as if the other party knew something.

What happened when he was imprisoned in Azkaban?

"Answer me a question, Peter Pettigrew!"

Snape slowly stepped out from behind his desk, wand in his hand, ready to go, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath as he remembered what he wanted to know.

"Tell me, Lily's safe house - you leaked it to Voldemort!"

He couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and a trembling and deep voice rang out in the silent classroom.

Like a volcano about to erupt, it can erupt at any time.

However, after hearing this question, Sirius on the other side was completely stupid.

Wasn't it up to him to reveal this?

Why did Snape know the truth about this?

By now, the situation in front of him had exceeded his imagination.

Looking at Peter Pettigrew, who was silent and did not refute, Snape's face could no longer hold back a sneer.

His cheeks trembled from the pressure of his teeth, and even the steady wand in his hand began to float slightly, all of which showed that he was not at peace inside.

"Yes, I did it Peter, Pettigrew!"

Sirius also came to his senses at this time, the current situation was too complicated, he couldn't think about it clearly.

Since you can't think clearly, you don't want to!

Anyway, the purpose of his visit was to let Snape know that Peter Pettigrew was the ultimate murderer.

But he really didn't expect that the other party had already told everything when he first came here.

And it is indeed the truth.

"The person who leaked that thing back then - really you?!"

Snape's pent-up emotions finally exploded after seeing him admit it.

"Avada Suo!!"

The wand in his hand flashed a dark green light, it was one of the three unforgivable curses, the Curse of Death!

Damn it!

Sirius hurriedly used the Flying Charm to pull the door panel in front of him to fend off the Commandment Charm's attack.

"How do you know about this?"

Hiding behind the door panel, he couldn't help but shout.

"Blade is gone—"

Snape didn't want to answer the question at all, his teeth creaking as his wand fluttered, and a sharp green light flew towards the plank.

He had only one thought in his head right now, and that was to break Peter Pettigrew into pieces!

Looking at the flying green spell, Sirius embarrassedly controlled his fat body and rolled to the side.

The ornate door had been cut in half, and even the stone floor had a deep mark.

If he hadn't dodged just now, he would have to give a complete account here.

But fortunately, he didn't do things in vain in Tumbling Alley for so many days, and he followed Tom to deal with the dark wizard every day, and his awareness of dealing with the situation was naturally not bad.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

Sirius couldn't take it anymore, and he flicked his wand and rushed at Snape.

The solid wood desk was blown apart, and the picture of the little witch on it was blown into the air.

The azure light shone brightly, and Snap used armor to protect himself, and the explosive spell didn't hurt him in any way.

The whole office became a mess for a while, and the dust accumulated on the ceiling fell one after another.

Snape subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

It's just that by the time the dust cleared, there was no sign of anyone at the door.

Peter Pettigrew... Ran.

"Professor Snape, what's going on!"

A hurried voice came, and Filch was holding Lady Loris in shock.

This... What the hell is going on here!?

“... Tell Dumbledore that Peter Pettigrew isn't dead and has infiltrated the castle. "

Snape picked up the mutilated photograph and was silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Peter Pettigrew - not dead?"

Filch's eyes widened, and he repeated in disbelief.

Snape didn't have time to pay attention to the shocked Filch, and he turned his gaze to the photograph in his hand.

The photo has been blown up in half, and even the spell can't fix it.

Because that half has been blown to ashes.

Peter Pettigrew!

He clenched his fists hard, and his complexion turned a little pale as a result.

I'm going to kill you!