manynovel Chapter 174 He's Not A Murderer
Chapter 174 He's Not A Murderer
Jiang Li and Draco leaned against the closed door, pretending to be talking, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.
They both heard Meg's voice.
"Harry Potter's parents hid when they found themselves being hunted many years ago, do you remember? No one knows where they are hiding, but Sirius Black did, and he told You-Know-Who!"
"That night, he took the mysterious man to Potter's house and killed their friend Peter Pettigrew!"
McGonagall's voice sounded extraordinarily forceful and angry.
"Peter Pettigrew?" Someone asked.
"That pudgy boy who always follows Sirius Black. Inseparable from James and Sirius."
"What happened?"
"Peter wanted to go out and warn the Potters. He could have succeeded, but he bumped into an old friend, Sirius Black."
"Blake is vicious and vicious. He not only killed Peter, but also destroyed his body. With one finger, Peter only has one finger left!"
"Now that Black wants to kill the grass, that's not the worst."
"What could be worse than this?"
"Sirius Black was, and still is, Harry Potter's godfather."
There was an eerie silence in the room, and no one spoke after that.
"Oh, the godfather of the great Harry Potter is a murderer." Draco couldn't hide the excitement on his face.
"Draco, don't do this." Jiang Li stopped the worse words he was about to say.
The door suddenly opened from the inside, and Professor McGonagall found the two of them standing at the door.
"Li, and Mr. Malfoy, eavesdropping is not a polite habit." Professor McGonagall's expression was a little serious, but she quickly turned her head to look at Jiang Li, "If possible, I can trouble you to protect me. Li, Li? He may be in danger recently."
Draco looked at McGonagall suspiciously. Isn't it outrageous to ask one student to protect another student?
Of course, for Mag, this is not outrageous at all, after all, she knew Jiang Li's strength when she was young, and she was sure that Sirius was nothing to her.
"Of course, but Mag, I want to tell you one thing, Peter Pettigrew may not be dead." Jiang Li looked at Mag with a serious expression.
"What did you say?" Mag's expression was horrified, and several wizard friends behind her also showed disbelief.
"Probably the day Blake tore up the portrait of the Fat Lady, I stole a Marauder's Map from Filch's office, and that night I saw Peter's name appear in the auditorium, hiding among the students. "
Regarding the matter of the Marauder's Map, of course she would not betray George and Fred. She only said that she stole it from Filch's office. She was sure that Peter must have been in the auditorium that day, because Ron would sleep with that one in his arms. dead mouse.
"Merlin, how is this possible?" A female wizard behind Meg turned pale, "Could it be that there is an error in the map?"
McGonagall pondered for a while, and denied her idea: "No, the Marauder's Map was made by James and the four predators. There has never been a mistake. They always use this to prank."
Jiang Li and her looked at each other, then nodded affirmatively at her again.
"I see, but I'll ask Filch to change the office to a better lock." Mag pouted at her helplessly, then tilted his head at the wizard friends behind him to signal to leave together.
"That's useless, I think you should know, I have a Bowtruckle and a Sniff." Jiang Li proudly patted the little guy in his arms at Mag.
"Oh, Merlin, Professor Scamander is really..." McGonagall shook his head helplessly, and left the bar with his friends.
Jiang Li looked at the back of Mag leaving. The hints she gave should be enough for Mag to figure out a lot of things. As for Xiao Hei, no, Sirius, I believe Newt will give him a fair and just ending.
"Peterina is not dead? Then the murderer is most likely not Black?" Draco, who had been silently listening to her conversation with McGonagall, suddenly spoke out.
"Huh?" Jiang Li sat back in their seats just now.
"If it's really Black, Pettigrew doesn't need to die. He wants to prevent Black from being injured, so he can enjoy the glory even if he is alive. He faked his death. There is only one possibility. Black's case is already problematic." Draco also sat down. Returning to his seat, he gently stirred the translucent liquid in the cup with a straw, and expressed his conjecture.
"Of course, the premise is that Pettigrew really isn't dead." He looked up at Jiang Li and added.
What Draco can think of, Jiang Li believes that Mag can think of it too.
A gust of cold wind came from behind with scattered snowflakes, making Jiang Li shiver uncontrollably. She turned her head and saw that the door of the bar was suddenly opened, and no one was there.
"What the hell, the wind actually blew the door open, this bar should have a better door!" Draco was also rubbing his hands from the cold, and he also saw the bar door wide open.
"I'll take a look." Jiang Li put down the glass in his hand and walked to the door of the bar.
Not far away, a group of students who were joking and joking was suddenly dispersed for no reason, and a frail boy fell to the ground strangely, and a row of deep footprints suddenly appeared on the snow.
"I felt someone push me just now." The boy got up and looked suspiciously at his companions.
"Me too, I just felt someone push me too."
"But, it's true that there is no one else but us."
Jiang Li looked at the footprints on the ground and knew that it must be Harry. He looked in a very bad mood, maybe even a little angry.
"I'll go out for a while." Jiang Li turned around and mouthed Draco who was still sitting there, and pointed outside.
She hugged Alfie tightly, and ran out. Draco frowned, took out a piece of Galleon, put it on the table, called for the bill, and ran out after him.
She followed the footprints and ran all the way, and chased after a stone in a dilapidated house. The footprints stopped, and the snow on the stone sank into a piece. It should be Harry sitting there, and he didn't mind freezing his ass. .
"Harry."
Jiang Li walked up to the stone, stretched out her hand to feel the air, and with a light lift, a cloak fell into her hand. Harry's hair was disheveled, and he sat down on the cold rock.
"Li, he's not a murderer, is he?" Harry raised his head, his eyes were wet with expectation
"Sirius Black, my godfather, he's not a murderer, is he?"