Chapter 250 The Second Night of Chaos with Miss White (2)

(Don’t worry until the end, this chaotic night has three consequences, maybe there will be a turnaround (●v?6?6v●))

Snape fainted, and the biggest object of longing that suppressed Miss White lost consciousness. Although Harry missed Lily Potter just as much, the mother in his memory was too vague. Compared with the vivid Lily Evans in Snape's memory, Harry's Lily Potter was more like a conceptual character. Miss White could ignore such longing.

So she responded to Harry's gaze, her facial features moved, and her hair turned silver-white in an instant, and when everyone covered their hands and screamed in shock at her strange featureless appearance, Miss White handed Harry's wand to Sirius and hid behind him again.

"I think that explains everything," Sirius stretched out his long hand and returned the wand to Harry, whose eyes were wide, shoulders slumped, and spirit was lost. "But you don't have to be afraid. Miss White is the most considerate friend."

"..." Harry looked into Miss White's eyes, as if he was staring at this inhuman creature, but as the moments of Miss White's changes flashed before his eyes again and again, Harry was looking at the direction where his mother disappeared.

At this moment, the sudden change of reality tore apart his fantasies and dreams of the past few months. His mother's screams returned to his ears, and Harry finally realized that he was an orphan.

"I've never seen such a creature before," Remus, whose restraints were gone, came over. He patted the distraught Harry and the speechless Hermione with his hands to show simple comfort. He asked Sirius, "How do you know this White?"

"I came here—"

"No one is here to take care of me!"

Ron's roar interrupted Sirius' explanation, and finally drew everyone's attention back to the poor guy whose leg was broken and whose hand was about to be bitten off by Scabbers.

Ah, Scabbers, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius's anger returned, and Remus returned to the topic he was interrupted on, explaining the whole story of what he had said to Snape before: "The secret-keeper has been changed! The one who leaked the secret is Peter Pettigrew, he's an Animagus, the rat that Ron is holding now!" Wormtail turned back to his original form with the combined efforts of Moony and Padfoot.

Maybe it was because he had suffered too many blows tonight, but as Harry listened and looked at the short and disheveled man on the ground, his expression was always a little blank. He looked at Sirius, then at Remus, but more often he focused his gaze on Miss White's blank face, unconsciously imagining the image of his mother.

But after Sirius said that he "swam back to the mainland" and "went to watch your Quidditch game", Harry's eyes twitched slightly, and he finally kept his gaze on Sirius for a long time.

The imaginary mother who only had a physical form, and the real godfather who took risks for him, it seemed as if something had torn Harry apart. He suddenly became extremely clear-headed and in extreme pain.

No matter how confused Harry was inside, the situation at the scene was already very clear: Peter Pettigrew deserved to die, and the two good friends whom he had pushed to the other side were rolling up their sleeves to kill him. Ron, his former close little master, hated him, and the girl who seemed the most rational was unwilling to say a word for him. He knelt there trembling, and the threat of death slowed down his movement of turning his head, as if this could delay his death.

For a moment, Peter Pettigrew's eyes happened to sweep across the doll that had been quietly hiding behind Sirius. Miss White tilted her head and stretched her body slightly, turning into Lily Potter. "You are afraid of death, so you want me to die, and you also need me to understand you?"

“Ahhhh!!!” Peter Pettigrew was terrified. He desperately crawled backwards and bumped into Harry. He looked up at Harry’s face that looked like James. As if he had grasped the last straw, he hugged Harry’s knees and begged, “Harry… Harry… you look exactly like your father… James would not want me to be killed… He would show mercy to me…”

"How dare you talk to Harry!" Sirius became even more angry. He grabbed Pettigrew's shoulder and threw him to the ground. He smashed his fist into Pettigrew's terrified face, making him wail. "How dare you mention James' name in front of Harry!"

"Sirius," Remus patted Sirius' shoulder, temporarily stopping his friend from beating him, "Don't be alone, we should kill him together."

"Remus... no... please be kind... you can't do this to me..." Remus' words extinguished the glimmer of light that had just lit up in Peter Pettigrew's eyes. He looked at Remus in disbelief, totally unconvinced that his good friend, who he thought was so gentle and kind, could be so cruel to him.

Sirius let go of Peter Pettigrew, stood up, stood side by side with Remus, and pointed the wand he had picked up from Snape at the traitor together with Remus.

"No!" Harry rushed over and stood in front of Pettigrew. "We can take him into the castle and put him in Azkaban, but we can't kill him."

"Harry!" cried Pettigrew, falling upon Harry's knees again. "Thank you—ah!"

"Let me go!" He was kicked away by Harry in disgust before he could finish his words. "I'm not doing this for you, but because I think my dad won't let his best friend become a murderer because of you!"

Pettigrew gasped in pain. Sirius and Remus looked at each other, put down their wands, and then tied Pettigrew up tightly with Harry's consent.

The biggest problem was solved, and Remus began to clean up the chaotic situation. He put a simple splint on Ron's broken leg, used a zombie levitation spell on the unconscious Professor Snape, and Black conjured heavy handcuffs out of thin air, allowing Remus and Ron to handcuff Pettigrew on the left and right.

Miss White, who had turned back into silver-white hair and no facial features, stood on the left of Sirius. She looked up at the dark red bloodstain behind Snape's head floating in the air on her left, and found that she was not so eager for the blood that could define her.

It shouldn't be too much trouble if we are careful not to see the light...

Thinking this, Miss White ran to pick up the hood that Snape had thrown aside in the ruins, but the hood that had been dry before became wet and sticky in her hands for some reason.

"Your spell is very powerful, Miss White," Sirius said, looking at Snape's right cuff from which a drop of blood occasionally dripped. "The wounds that Snape had been bitten by me and Crookshanks before were all broken open."

Was this hood pressed under Snape just now?

Miss White hadn't figured out the situation when she had this question. The hood in her hand fell down, and she slowly turned her palms over. When she realized that her hands were indeed covered with Snape's blood, she had already turned into Lily Evans.

"Sirius," Miss White said suddenly, her voice in a tone that was not unusual for her usual voice, but somehow it was particularly different at this moment. "Have you thought of a name for me?"

"What?" Sirius didn't respond.

"A person always has a name, doesn't he?" Miss White said softly, putting her hands, which had already begun to absorb blood, behind her back. "White is just a surname."

"Cynthia," Sirius said immediately, blinking his eyes, as if he didn't expect to give an answer at once. After reacting, he added, "Another name for the Moon Goddess. You are as mysterious and gentle as this name."

"I see. Thank you, Sirius." Cynthia White gave him a faint smile. "The real murderer has been found. After tonight, your injustice will be cleared and your life will return to normal."

"What do you mean?" Sirius frowned, and he took a step closer to Cynthia, "Aren't you coming with me?"

"I wanted to say a little goodbye here tonight. You know, this is where I was born," Cynthia White said. "You can pick me up tomorrow, Sirius."

"Does it have to be tonight?" Sirius asked, feeling a little anxious.

"I must." Cynthia White shook her head. She said this in a way that would not allow any refusal, knowing that she probably could not leave here.

The puppet can leave, but Cynthia White cannot.