In this moment, Malfoy greeted the ancestors of Ron Weasley for eight generations!
This silly person actually kept such a dangerous man as a pet by their side, and yet they never noticed any clues. They themselves, however, were unluckily the one to uncover this man's true identity.
Malfoy doesn't know why this man turned into a mouse and hid in Hogwarts, but it can be imagined that he must have been plotting a conspiracy against unreliable people. So, in this case, if Malfoy were this man himself, he would also probably not spare himself, Crabbe and Goyle.
What should one do?
Malfoy was filled with despair, thinking, "Is today really the day we'll die here?"
In the crisis of life and death, Malfoy's brain was turning faster than ever in the past thirteen years. He tried his best to think of ways to save his life. Suddenly, a piece of information revealed in the words of this unnamed dangerous man gave Malfoy hope of salvation.
"You know who my father is, sir..."
The man's hand was pressed on Malfoy's throat, making it hard for him to breathe. However, Malford dared not resist too strongly because the man was pointing his own wand at him!
Peter was taken aback upon hearing this. He tilted his head, sizing up Malfoy with a pair of evil-looking eyes.
"Indeed, I do know your father... But what of it? What do you intend to do with his name, command me to let you go?"
"I think you might be my father's friend, sir--"
Malfoy couldn't breathe smoothly, his eyes welling up with tears. He stared at the ugly man with hopeful and desperate eyes, stammering out one word after another.
"I believe you might be a friend of my father, isn't that right... I dare to guess, you... you've been staying with Ron Weasley to give that fool a lesson..."
Malfoy's thoughts were clearer as he continued to speak, becoming more and more fluent.
"So, that self-destructive family must have done something to offend you, right?"
You want to deal with them... As for this, I can offer you some insignificant help, sir. My father has always been extremely despised by this kind of scum family. If you... You are willing to team up with my father, I dare to bet that even Dumbledore the old man protecting Weasley, we can drive these shameless people out of the British magical world!"
To be honest, Malfoy's performance took Peter somewhat by surprise.
Since Ron entered Hogwarts, he has always stayed by Ron's side. In less than three years, he witnessed countless times when Draco Malfoy caused trouble for the trio of Potters. Privately, he also didn't know how many times he had heard Ron curse Draco Malfoy.
He knew the boy, a typical Slytherin, with all the trappings of a pure-blood family descendant--proud and arrogant, yet also sensitive and fragile.
However, the words that Draco Malfoy just said made Peter realize that this little boy indeed had some small wit.
"Hmm..."
Peter 'hesitated' for a moment, and the pressure in his hand gradually lessened.
"Smart child, I do have some grudges with the Weasley family... but they are firm supporters of Dumbledore, so even though I had countless opportunities to take their lives over the years, I worry--"
Hearing this, Malfoy shivered from head to toe with a cold sweat breaking out on his back, further solidifying his dangerous perception of the man!
He thought the man only wanted to make the Weasleys look bad, but he hadn't realized that the man actually had plans to kill the entire Weasley family. His own father had never planned to annihilate the Weasley family.
Because in any case, the Weasley family is always one of the ancient pure-blood twenty-eight families, with numerous connections to many prominent families and important politicians in the wizarding world. Killing them would be directly offending almost half of the British wizarding world, and such a level of retaliation even the Malfoy family cannot bear.
"My father can offer you assistance --"
Malfoy's face was unsettled, even though he was mentally cursing Peter as a madman, he still maintained respect on his face.
"You probably also know that my father has the ability to deal with Dumbledore. Last year, he had temporarily driven Dumbledore out of Hogwarts... I can help convince my father... Huh, as long as Dumbledore loses his power..."
Malfoy's words made Peter even more hesitant. He looked at the embarrassed face with several layers of skin, showing obvious difficulty, as if he was debating whether to spare Draco Malfoy.
Seeing this, Draco put more effort into praising his father's invincibility, as if as long as Lucius was willing, he could send Dumbledore to Azkaban at any time.
"All right, kid, you've convinced me--"
Malfoy's lips were trembling so much that he looked like he was about to smoke from his words. Finally, Peter reluctantly nodded, staring at the overjoyed Malfoy with a sinister tone and saying,
"You must keep my identity a secret, do you understand, kid? If not, even if you are Lucius's son, I won't spare you."
A snap, and Peter released his grip, and Malfoy collapsed to the ground accordingly.
At this time, the other side, Crabbe and Goyle, who were lying on the ground, slowly opened their eyes. They sat dazed on the ground, staring at the sweating Draco and the unknown man holding his wand. Their minds were frozen, and they didn't know what to react.
Splash!
Suddenly, Draco leaped up from the ground like a monkey, backing away a few steps unsteadily and cautiously asking,
"Sir... I'll go back to the dormitory and write a letter to my father, asking him to start planning against Dumbledore--"
"Draco, what exactly--"
Goyle and Crabbe exchanged confused glances, not knowing what was going on.
"Shut up, both of you!"
Draco's face turned pale, his undershirt drenched in sweat, he was afraid that his two dimwitted followers would waste the chance to escape he had worked hard to get, so he spoke in a tone of severity that had never been seen before.
"Then, may we leave now, sir?"
Malfoy struggled with all his might not to run away, he controlled his voice not to reveal any fluctuations, lest it would betray his true thoughts... This damn man, how dare he choke on my neck! I swear, he will have to pay for this!
"You can leave now--"
Malfoy thought he had concealed his hatred very well, but in the eyes of Peter, the master of disguise, Malfoy's performance was almost laughably naive. This little boy actually believed that he would spare them... Lucius has been a wise man all his life. How could he have produced such an idiotic son?
Peter nodded, his small, mung bean-sized eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and mischief.
"But remember your promise, young Master Malfoy, tell your father to take action as soon as possible--"
As soon as his legs stepped out of the owl house, the cold, damp air hitting him made Malfoy subconsciously shiver. The joy of surviving death brought tears to his eyes once again.
"I will remember your instructions!"
Taking a deep breath, Malfoy said this and then ran off without a second glance. If he wasn't afraid of giving himself away, he would have run as fast as he could.
And just at that moment, the overcast sky suddenly burst with a stunning flash of lightning.
Bang!
In the resounding thunder that shook the earth, once the milky haze rippled like water waves, sweeping over Malfoy and his companions, their bodies suddenly stiffened in the distance.
"Soul dislodgement!"
The sudden incantation sound ringing in his ears caused Malfoy to feel an overwhelming despair in his heart, but this despair was quickly engulfed by the darkness that followed. When the incantation sound landed, three small wizards had already become lifeless puppets on the top floor of the West Tower!
..............
Perhaps the previous conversation had exhausted all the strength of Sirius, for after Remus returned to the office, he remained silent and unwilling to speak. Bound, he lay quietly on Bren's field bed.
Remus was also similar in demeanor, sitting across from Sirius on the sofa, maintaining the same silence.
Time passed in silence, and in a blink, the night had fallen. The faint blackness seemed to harbor infinite starlight, waiting to be unleashed.
Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, the sound of glass being beaten interrupted the silence within the office.
Lying on the bed Sirius and sleeping on the office floor Remus were both awakened at the sound of breaking glass. Their eyes simultaneously pointed towards the window.
"It's a reply from Amorta--"
Remus stood up abruptly, glanced at Sirius, and nervously swallowed.
The entire office was under magical lockdown. Remus unlocked it following the tip from Amorta and let in the owl with frost forming on its wings.
"Thank you, little one..."
Remus took off the note under the owl's claws and patted its head.
"Quickly, Remus, see what Bren has to say!" Sirius shook his head and complained, "My arm is numb!"
Remus smiled wryly, while Sirius looked confident.
Amorta's reply was concise, just a few short words, and as soon as Sirius saw the sentence, Remus's face stiffened and then he sighed helplessly.
Splash!
After being bound for most of the day, Sirius finally regained his freedom. He tried to sit up, but after a few attempts, he failed and had to continue lying on the field bed, gasping for breath while asking,
"Has Bren proven my innocence?"
"No--"
"Surprisingly," Remus shook his head and said,
"Amorta only responded with a single sentence--
"No time!"
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