Outside the Great Hall, Snape's wand tip transformed, linking iron chains, and a plump figure was being dragged by him.
And behind Peter, there were three children.
Hermione looked at Snape with some fear.
Avada Kedavra… that was an Unforgivable Curse that would certainly lead to Azkaban if cast. And before this, Snape had always been a somewhat extreme Professor in her eyes.
Yes, Professor, nothing more.
That shouldn't be associated with Dark Arts.
"All three of you, turn your heads away!" Snape said, turning around. His face was pale, his voice weak, no longer as strong as before.
Similarly, no one dared to cross him at this moment, and the three children quickly turned their bodies away.
"Do you want me to dig out your eyes?"
Peter jumped and turned a circle, knowing his place.
The four of them looked at their classmates in the Great Hall, with silver mist floating above their brains, and Howl, who was waving his wand to gather those silver threads, feeling a complex mix of emotions.
"Professor Jones is…"
"I don't know either." Harry swallowed, then looked at Hermione.
Hermione was extremely conflicted at this moment; she had never imagined that her Professor, a kind elder… would have such a side.
Powerful, controlling others as easily as turning a hand. And… without needing to reason.
Behind them, Snape waved his wand.
"Expecto Patronum—"
A silvery, veil-like mist rapidly emerged from his wand tip, transforming into a nimble, leaping fawn.
Snape looked at it, his heart squeezed as if by a large hand.
It didn't have Howl's ability to cast multiple spells simultaneously.
But in terms of the Patronus's spirituality, it wasn't far off; the fawn was lifelike, leaping joyfully, and affectionately nuzzling his robes.
His rough hand caressed the fawn's forehead. A moment later, it received its instruction and bounded quickly towards the Forbidden Forest…
A moment later, he said faintly, "Let's go."
The three children felt as if they had received a great pardon, turned their heads, and followed Snape's steps as he walked upstairs.
Harry comforted, "Hermione, don't think too much. This… this is what the Wizarding World is really like."
"Master… help me, merciful child, merciful Master," Peter Pettigrew whispered, pleading with Ron.
"Snape wants to kill me, Jones is covering for him… you wanted to save me just now, I know, you're very kind… I'm your rat, I'm a good pet…"
Ron disgustedly stepped back two paces, moving away from Peter, and looked at Harry: "Potter, Professor Jones… he…"
"If you can't learn to be quiet, I'll pull out your tongues!!" Snape's voice suddenly appeared, stimulating their brains like ice water in winter.
If the truthfulness of his words was seventy percent before, now, all three knew that Snape would absolutely do it!
"Severus, you know, there's no hatred between us, I never used to—cough, cough—"
Snape's face was as cold as ice, but in a blink, he appeared next to Peter Pettigrew, pinching his cheek, opening his mouth, and holding his wand in his other hand, pointing it at his throat and tongue.
At the tip of the wand, a sharp light flickered.
"Wait, Professor!" Harry quickly interrupted Snape's next action.
"He's my father's friend… no matter… no matter what happens, shouldn't we take him to Headmaster Dumbledore's office first?" Harry quickly said.
At the same time, he bent his left hand into a hook shape, his wand ready in his sleeve. If Snape found him annoying and cast a curse on him, he wouldn't be surprised.
Snape slowly said, "I think you should trust Howl Jenkins; you can feel his malice towards this filthy rat!"
"Yes! Yes!" Harry quickly said, glancing at Peter, seemingly seeing some determination in his eyes.
"Of course I trust Professor Jones, but he also said to take Peter to the Principal's office first, didn't he?!"
Snape looked up and down at Harry with an expression that implied he was looking at a dead man.
"You are always like this, without exception!"
With that, he turned and dragged Peter upstairs, but this caused Peter to fall to the ground. His entire body was bound, with only a small circle around his legs left unbound.
"Get up!" Snape roared.
"I can't! Severus… have pity on me." Peter's voice was low.
Hermione and Ron instinctively tried to help him up but were held back by Harry, who grabbed each of them by the shoulder.
"Use your wand." He said calmly, not making a rash judgment due to Pettigrew's relationship with his father.
Snape snorted unhappily, waving his wand.
This made it seem as if he was doing it only after taking Harry's advice.
He rolled up the nearby curtain, extending it continuously like a tentacle.
This reminded Harry of the Dark Lord's dark robe magic, and at the same time, he couldn't help but recall Snape's black mist spell during the first Duelling Club meeting.
Peter was rolled up and stood, but his body suddenly twisted and fell uncontrollably again.
Only this time, he fell towards Ron's side.
"Stand back!!" Snape roared, waving his wand and flinging Pettigrew to the other side!
However, Ron couldn't react. He reached out, trying to push him away; it was an instinctive reaction!
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