After Snape punched him in the face, Sirius finally felt better.

He felt that his heart was not so blocked anymore.

He took out his handkerchief with some disgust and wiped his fists.

"The slug that doesn't wash its hair."

He whispered, returned to his bedroom, put the looking glass facing his bedroom door to prevent Snape from suddenly attacking, and rushed in to give him an "upside down golden bell".

It's just that he was restless and restless. He stood, took two anxious steps back and forth, and sat down again.

But after sitting down, he felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body.

It's like the urge to shake your legs.

He returned to the bedroom, hesitating a little, but finally made up his mind.

He walked out of his bedroom,

Soon, a big black dog appeared in the school campus and headed towards the Whomping Willow.

A white phoenix stood high up, taking in all this.

After seeing all this, the white phoenix went back and landed on Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore used his arms to lift the white phoenix up and communicate with it.

"Professor, what is this?"

Harry looked at the white phoenix with some curiosity. Dumbledore nodded, confirming Harry's idea.

He picked up a glass of honey water, sipped a little and said, "Yes, Harry, this is my patronus, a phoenix.

I also call it Fox."

Dumbledore said.

After Patronus Fawkes disappeared into a ray of silver light, Dumbledore withdrew his eyes, crossed his arms and looked at Harry and said: "So, what are you going to do? Harry?

What are you going to do with Peter Pettigrew?

He is your enemy, Harry, and now I give you a choice, a choice to deal with him."

When Dumbledore was speaking, Peter Pettigrew was unable to speak. His mouth was sealed by a spell, but after Dumbledore finished speaking, he could speak.

His frightened eyes were darting around, especially when he heard the sentence: "Now I will give you a choice, a choice that can deal with him." He became even more frightened.

"No, no, Harry, please, please, please don't kill me.

Harry, you look like your father. Harry, if James were still around, yes, if he was still around, he would definitely forgive me."

Peter Pettigrew sobbed, "You don't know, you don't know how scary Voldemort is. Harry, I was really threatened by a mysterious man. No, it was Voldemort. Voldemort is really scary. Harry, he threatened me."

Me, I really have no other choice.

Please let me go, Harry, please."

He wailed, trying to impress Harry with words. Harry looked very confused and in pain.

"This is illegal, sir."

Harry said to Dumbledore.

"That's not important, Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore said gently but firmly: "The oldest law of blood revenge, the favorite of the Vikings, Harry, believe in yourself, you can decide his life or death."

Harry didn't understand what Dumbledore meant.

When he wants to ask again.

Dumbledore left.

Dumbledore's plan is obvious.

He wanted to use this incident to figure out Harry's true nature based on Harry's handling of Peter Pettigrew.

Hearing Fudge's shout at the door, he stood up and walked down the spiral staircase to deal with Fudge's affairs.

There are only two people left here, Harry and Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew cried until he almost died.

He was sobbing, and his nose and tears were flowing down, mixed together.

"Harry, really, Harry, give me a chance."

He begged so hard that even the tip of his nose was blood red.

He wanted to impress this boy, a thirteen-year-old boy who had lost his father and mother.

Harry was at a loss for a moment.

He stood up and faced the traitor who killed his father and mother.

At this moment, he thought of Hermione, Professor Lupin, Ron, Hagrid and Dumbledore.

But now, here, there is no one.

Only him.

Only he can make a choice, make a choice that determines the life and death of others.

He faced Peter Pettigrew and looked at him with unconcealable hatred in his eyes.

Peter Pettigrew continued to beg Harry. Harry felt that his mind was confused and he closed his eyes.

There is a voice humming in my brain.

It's the Hedwig Variations.

"Harry, this is the Hedwig Variations."

This is Professor Lupine's voice.

Harry still had his eyes closed. He felt that he saw the music box in the depths of his consciousness again, and saw a family of three standing inside the music box after it was opened.

Under the Hedwig Variations, a family of three is smiling.

Those three people were father, mother, and him.

It's a complete family.

But soon, this complete family was shattered by the green light.

Harry frowned, feeling again that day, when the dementors were absorbing his happiness, the scream in his head, and the woman's plea, "Don't hurt Harry."

"Go away, you stupid woman."

This may be Voldemort's voice.

Green light, noisy sounds, Peter Pettigrew's pleading, unknown tunes humming by someone, plus three sculptures rotating inside the music box.

Harry closed his eyes, as if asleep.

He was motionless, as if he were a sculpture.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore brought Fudge in from the door. Fudge saw Peter Pettigrew, as if he had been struck by a curse.

His face showed a complex expression of wanting to laugh but not being able to laugh, and wanting to cry but not being able to cry. He covered his chest, and his smile was even uglier than crying.

"Hahaha."

Fudge didn't know how he laughed out loud, but after he finished laughing, Fudge suddenly became more open-minded.

At this moment, he completely figured it out.

He knew that things couldn't get worse than what he was seeing, especially when he saw Peter Pettigrew, he knew that he was hopeless.

After seeing Peter Pettigrew, Fudge was suddenly awakened.

He is a political creature.

The moment he saw Peter Pettigrew, he sensed that Peter Pettigrew's survival was no longer the straw that broke the camel's back.

Its appearance was like "Avada Kedavra" heading towards his heart.

Killed with one blow.

There is no counterspell.

He can no longer hesitate!

He wants to find a way out for himself!

"I want to resign."

He spoke righteously and turned to Dumbledore and said: "Albus," he said to Dumbledore as if he were facing an old friend: "I am going to take the blame and resign. Albus, my ability

, is not enough to support my position as Minister of Magic.

It's a disaster for me to be in this position.

So, for the sake of the British wizarding community, I am leaving, but before I leave, please allow me to use my last privilege and my last gift to the Ministry of Magic.
To be continued...