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It must be said that even during the holidays, the professor's authority is quite effective.
The young wizards who were originally lying in their dormitories resting, playing, and reading looked at the door upon hearing the sound. They quickly packed their things and obediently left the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, looking inside with curious faces.
"Thank you, Weasley."
Grindelwald glanced at Percy, who was about to leave, and added a sentence after thinking for a moment.
"Well, Percy Weasley, you stay too—you also have the right to know about this matter."
His gaze swept around the emptied dormitory, and the old wizard nodded with satisfaction. He took out his wand and waved it casually, closing the dormitory door behind them. A layer of complex magical patterns flashed across the door panel.
The old man beckoned to Harry and Ron, who were still stunned, and said gently.
"What are you waiting for? Children, come over quickly, just stand behind me—"
Harry and Ron exchanged glances and quickly ran over.
A moment later, the two of them stood with Percy, watching Professor Apocalis waving his wand and casting one unknown spell after another in the dormitory. Many magical items hidden under the beds by the boys were detected and flew to a corner of the room.
It looked like a surprise inspection, which made Harry feel a little nervous.
After all, he wasn't sure if the Invisibility Cloak he received for Christmas counted as contraband.
Faced with the professor who suddenly appeared in the dormitory, the three boys were a little uneasy. Even Percy Weasley, who had been temporarily conscripted, had tension written all over his face. The three gathered behind Grindelwald and whispered.
"Eh? What's going on?"
"I don't know, you don't have any Dark Arts items, do you?"
"No, I'm not George and Fred... Oh my god! Look!"
Accompanied by Ron's exclamation, the three subconsciously raised their heads and looked forward.
At some point, a large group of neatly dressed adult wizards had suddenly appeared in the empty Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
Every adult wizard's face was covered with solemnity. Thanks to the fact that his father worked at the Ministry of Magic, Ron and Percy were very familiar with the adult wizards' attire, which was the unique dress of the Ministry of Magic Aurors.
At the same time, a steady stream of wizards emerged from a pink little bag in Professor Apocalis' hand.
"Well then, let's begin... We can't let him escape, and even less can we let him commit suicide."
Grindelwald glanced around at the surrounding wizards, nodded, and instructed in a low voice with a indifferent tone.
"Don't worry, Mr. Apocalis."
The young wizard with golden hair, standing at the front of the crowd, grinned, revealing a dazzling row of white teeth. Unlike the other wizards, the young wizard was wearing a wizard robe the color of forget-me-not flowers.
"Oh my god, that's Lockhart, my mom loves his books... Although Dad often says he's a liar—I didn't expect him to be a secret Auror in the Ministry of Magic, it's... so cool!"
After clearly seeing the young wizard's face, Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve in surprise and whispered.
Ignoring the little wizards' whispers, the wizards raised their wands, and rays of light poured out from the tips of the wands, gathering together in mid-air to form a semi-circular light shield. The light shield flowed like a waterfall, firmly enveloping the entire Gryffindor boys' dormitory, and then, with the wizards' footsteps, the magic light shield gradually shrank...
Finally, the dazzling light shield slowly shrank, enveloping Ron's bed.
To be precise, it covered a little thing that was desperately dashing left and right, but was helpless.
Looking at the surrounding adult wizards who were facing a formidable enemy and whose faces were particularly solemn, Percy, Ron, and Harry's gazes also fell on the little thing that was scurrying around, and they exclaimed in unison.
"Scabbers?!"
"Scabbers? Wow... what a lovely name, isn't it, Uncle Mair?"
Frank had a comical expression on his face, winking at the middle-aged wizard next to him.
Kurt Mair frowned, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he swallowed the swear words in his mouth with difficulty, saying coldly.
"Shut up! Frank, or don't blame me for cursing you!"
"Wonderful, it's so wonderful, this could be written as a best-selling short story."
Gilderoy Lockhart shook his head, his wand firmly pointed at the gray rat, which was now lying motionless under the light shield, his eyes flashing with excitement, muttering to himself in a low voice.
Ignoring the wizards who were whispering, Grindelwald turned around and looked at Ron Weasley, who was a little scared.
"This rat... well, Scabbers. Weasley, I remember it's your pet, right?"
"I-it, Scabbers is mine..." Ron stammered, looking nervously at the surrounding wizards.
"That's right, it's actually my pet, but after I became a prefect this year, my parents bought me an owl as a reward, so I temporarily left it to Ron to help take care of it. Feel free to ask me anything."
Before Ron could finish speaking, a figure blocked him, and Percy's calm voice came from in front of him.
"Professor Apocalis, may I ask, what's the matter with my rat?"
"Rat? No, this is not a rat..."
Grindelwald squatted down, stared at Scabbers intently for a while, and smiled, revealing his teeth.
"What are you saying—it's of course a rat—we've been raising it for many years—"
"Amazing, really amazing," the smile on Grindelwald's face became even brighter, repeating a few times in a low voice, "He is an Animagus, a wizard. As students of Hogwarts, you should all know what this means, for example, Professor McGonagall is an extremely outstanding Animagus, she can turn into a cat."
"And this one, his name should be... Peter Pettigrew."
Grindelwald raised his wand and casually pointed it at the poor rat in front of him.
Accompanied by a blue light, it was like a fast-forward shot of a tree growing. A head came out, and limbs also came out. After a moment, a man was lying where Scabbers had been lying, cowering, his eyes filled with fear.
This was a very short man, if he stood up, he probably wouldn't even reach Percy's chin.
The man's lusterless, sparse hair was messy, and his body was similar to Scabbers in that it was round. His skin was dirty, almost like Scabbers' fur. His pointy nose and watery, green-bean eyes still had some rat-like features.
Grindelwald looked at the wizard in front of him with great interest, the corners of his mouth rising into a cold arc.
"Peter Pettigrew... You treacherous, despicable fellow, Voldemort's deepest hidden lackey, the Gringotts wealth thief, the financial swindler who fooled the masses of the magical world... I didn't expect that the peace of Hogwarts and the magical world was almost destroyed by your conspiracy. Fortunately, you left clues when transferring huge assets and in the subsequent public cases..."
"Eh? Wh-what..." A blank look appeared on Peter Pettigrew's face.
What are these... What is all of this... Haven't you caught the wrong person?!
Before Peter Pettigrew could react, a cold, disgusted voice came from his ear.
"Don't quibble! And don't show your disgusting begging face! Take him away!"
Grindelwald waved his hand indifferently, and without any incantation, a curse suddenly sealed Peter Pettigrew's lips, so that all his sounds could only turn into strange, muffled tones.
"I'm sorry, we originally wanted to arrest him secretly, but on the one hand, we were afraid that he would abscond out of fear of punishment, and on the other hand, if it becomes necessary later, we will still need you to testify, so we had no choice but to reveal this fact in front of you."
Watching Kurt Mair and others take Peter Pettigrew and disappear back into that pink woman's purse, Grindelwald turned around, gently patted the three young wizards who were still in shock, and said with a smile.
"Don't be afraid, we will take care of the following things. Justice may be late, but it will definitely not be absent..."
The old wizard's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but recall the more important second half of the sentence that a certain white-haired ball supplemented when he said this... Unfortunately, "Justice delayed" is never true justice.
But, what does it matter? He and his lovely Aileen are two Dark Lords.
Therefore, they only need to give the magical world the comedic justice they want to see, and that is enough.
Undoubtedly, Peter Pettigrew, the "resurrected, seemingly foolish, deceitful and abominable Death Eater", and Sirius Black, the "last member of the pure-blood family, a tragic magic hero" who has been wronged for many years, will definitely satisfy all the plots that all wizards want to see in their hearts, and also satisfy everyone's fantasies about condemning the government and integrating themselves into it.
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Chapter 4! (Oh my god!!!!)
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