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"Does anyone still have any objections to my winning the Gold Cup?"

"Although stealing is indeed not a decent behavior, but I said that I am doing it for justice, will you feel better?"

Hughes looked down, especially Fudge and the Purebloods who had danced the most joyfully just now, and showed a sly smile.

With that look, you could say that Hughes was dissatisfied, even Peeves was dissatisfied.

Seeing no one objected, Hughes sighed.

"Finally, no one is causing trouble."

He took out a pet cage from nowhere, and there was a sleepy gray mouse in it.

Ron squinted his eyes for a long time.

"That cage...why is it so familiar?"

I saw Hughes reaching in, taking out the mouse, and then throwing it on the ground.

"Banban?!"

Ron shouted.

The twins who were responsible for helping Hughes steal the mouse last night did not scream like their younger brother. They noticed something strange, and a bad idea came out.

After all, what happened today was too shocking.Everything Hughes did and everything he took out was related to Voldemort. Even if he beat them to death, they couldn't figure out how the pet he had raised for 11 years had anything to do with the terrifying Voldemort.

"Do you have any impression of this mouse?"

Hughes turned around and asked Voldemort, but Voldemort frowned and was unwilling to speak.

He signaled to Dumbledore and Snape respectively, but they were both confused.

Hughes waved his hand to the sleeping Banban, and the dirty mouse on the floor slowly revealed its original shape.

"what?!"

Hughes' operation of transforming into a living person made the audience gasp in surprise.

"I think you all know what this is, except for the younger students, right?"

"Animagus, a form of transformation that allows people to transform into animals."

"As you can see, this is an illegal Animagus."

……

Fudge was about to defend the Ministry of Magic, but after thinking about it, he might as well forget it!After all, isn’t the Ministry of Magic failing in its duties enough today?

"It's up to you, my words won't make any difference anyway."

Dumbledore looked at the mouse-turned-human and sighed inwardly, because he saw clearly who it was.

Naturally, he quickly figured out some things that had been common practice for many years.

And Snape also recognized who the mouse was, and at the same time, he also understood something.

For a moment, his eyes turned red with hatred and he rushed onto the stage, "Kamikaze Wuying!"

Hughes casually cast an armor spell to block Snape's magic.

"what are you doing?"

The color of Snape's eyes showed that he hated this man.

"If you stop me again, I will...I won't have you as a student."

Hughes could not have imagined that in order to avenge his sweetheart, Snape would even ignore his beloved disciple.

But Hughes can understand him. Even if the whole world misunderstands Snape, even if the whole world doesn't understand Snape, Hughes, as a time traveler, is the one who can understand him best.

"Dean, I will hand him over to you, and I support you in killing him, but I will label you a murderer, and at least make the matter clear."

"Do you have any veritaserum? I'll lend it to you."

Snape gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and almost ran back to his office to get a bottle of truth serum.

Hughes tied Peter Pettigrew with chains, stood him up, and used the awakening spell to wake him up.

As soon as Peter opened his eyes, before he could figure out who I am, where I am, and what I want to do, these three ultimate philosophical questions, Hughes pinched his mouth and gave Snape's Veritaserum. He drank it.

"What you are doing...quickly...stop..."

"Guru Guru~"

"All right!"

Hughes clapped his hands and then asked: "The hero who was supposed to die at the hands of Little Wolf Star, Peter Pettigrew, the former recipient of the first-class medal of Sir Merlin, can you tell me what happened back then."

"How did you betray Principal Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, join Voldemort and become a Death Eater, and betray your good friends the Potter family in order to get ahead?"

When the Potter family was mentioned, all the students stared at Harry, and Harry, who had been suffering from a headache until he was about to fall into coma, immediately grasped the key words.

"Tell me how you caused an explosion, killed a whole street of people, framed the blame on Sirius, escaped from the sewers, and hid in Velez's house for 11 years."

When it comes to hiding at home for 11 years, Sy, George, Fred, and Ron all feel scared.A Death Eater has been lurking in his home for so many years without even realizing it.

Peter, with eyes wide open, began to tell his story.

"Yeah, I'm one of the Marauders and we're good friends, but they always make fun of me and call me 'Wormtail who wets his pants with excitement'.

Compared to Black and Potter, I'm stupid, but even so I learned the Animagus in fifth grade...

Later, I met Voldemort in Albania...

Later, Black asked me to be the secret keeper. Damn it, why didn't Black become the secret keeper himself? He was afraid of Voldemort, wasn't I afraid?

I blew up that street, oh, it was the most beautiful fireworks I've ever seen..."

Facing Hughes' questioning, Pettigrew could no longer stop his mouth. After taking Veritaserum, he revealed the truth in every detail and without falsehood.

When the truth of the matter was revealed, some people felt sad about it.

If Peter Pettigrew deserved death, then the Potters, who were betrayed by their brothers, died miserably!

That little greedy wolf star Black, who was framed by his brothers, didn't even know how much he suffered in Azkaban?

They tried to put themselves in their shoes, but they felt frightened. They were detained as food by dementors for 11 years...

There are only two words, how miserable!

Click!Click!

The reporter started taking pictures again, and also took pictures of the expressions of everyone from the Ministry of Magic and Sir Merlin who had given up treatment.

"Such an unjust, false and wrongly decided case... Wow, this is another hot topic."

George and Fred looked at each other, and they took out the map they kept close to their chest, almost wanting to throw it away because of the nausea brought on by Peter.

Harry suppressed his headache, held on to the chair in the front row, and staggered out of the student square. He fell down after just a few steps forward.

He climbed up desperately and almost lost his balance. Fortunately, a student next to him left his seat and supported him, trying to get him to sit down and rest.

With his enemy right in front of him, Harry couldn't think of sitting down. Even the pain in Voldemort's head became more severe the closer he got, unable to stop the hatred in his heart.

He pushed the student away, used all his strength, and staggered toward the podium.

"How dare you?"

Harry's eyes were as red as a pool of blood, and his headache made his nerves go crazy. But despite his physical condition, he still bared his teeth and roared.

"You are worthy of a friend... No, you are not worthy of calling my father a friend, you are just a dirty scum."

"You still want to stand out?"

"You murderer..."

The next words came to my lips, but suddenly I couldn't say them out, and there was no further words.

Because he was too close to Voldemort, he staggered and fell down again. This time he could not get up again.

McGonagall walked quickly to her side, checked his condition, and found that Harry's eyes were turning white in pain.

Mag raised his head and shouted to Hughes: "Carter, help this poor kid!"

Hughes still respected Professor McGonagall, and he used his magic hands to catch Harry.

"Ah~~"

Suddenly appearing next to Voldemort, the pain instantly increased by several levels.

Snape: "Hughus?!"

"Okay, okay, I know what to do."

The students at Hogwarts were shocked. Why did you, the old hermaphrodite who always troubles Harry, start to worry before Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, who loves Harry the most, spoke?

Is there any other story between Snape and Harry's parents?

I thought, how could Hughes let Peter, who drank Veritaserum, tell the complete story?

Harry was caught in the air by magic hands, Hughes slapped him with a palm, and then two things flew out.

"Is it Harry? Oh, why two Harrys again."

In front of everyone's eyes, Harry's soul and body were floating in the air.

"There's another one. That... what the hell is it? It's so ugly!"

Next to Harry's soul, he saw an ugly, skinny man curled up and floating in the air together.

"Ok?"

Voldemort almost stared out of his eyes when he saw this scene.

"When did this happen?"

He never imagined that he actually had a Horcrux.

No, or he simply didn't remember when a soul fragment was split and went out.

"Eleven years ago, the killing curse was rebounded. In addition to killing me, the child was also accidentally made into a Horcrux."

He just felt happy, but he realized after a moment that all the known and unknown Horcruxes had been found by Hughes. Did he really have no chance? !

He was frustrated by Hughes again and again. Even the "Horcrux" that he himself didn't know about was actually known to Hughes.

As soon as Harry was out of the body, he felt the pain from his soul disappear, and his curiosity arose. He stared at his body for a while, and then remembered the bloodstains of his deep hatred, and he punched and kicked Peter next to him.

He could touch the entity with his soul body, which was impossible with his ability. Hughes could see Harry's ferocious expression.

"Carter, what did you do to me?"

"Why don't you let me beat him?"

Harry thought that Hughes had controlled him and prevented him from attacking Peter.

Facing an extremely angry little kid who felt good about himself, Hughes had no obligation to explain all this to him and just shook his head.

Harry looked at Dumbledore again. He was the only one who cared about him the most. Unfortunately, Dumbledore ignored his questioning look as if nothing was wrong.

But Snape couldn't bear his continued embarrassment and said to him: "You are in a soul state now. Imagine those ghosts in the castle. How can you attack the entity?"

"Shut up, you old bat, you are all in the same group, you must be talking for Carter."

Harry naturally did not believe what he said, and only thought that Snape was helping his students to deceive him.

His childish and ignorant behavior made many students disappointed in him, and even made him feel uncomfortable or disgusted.

Even if he didn't know how much Snape cared about him before, he couldn't "shut up" to a professor.

Since Peter can't be attacked, isn't there a Voldemort who is also a soul?

Harry's mind was still spinning very fast. In almost an instant, he learned how to swim with his soul without any guidance. He floated in front of Voldemort. His hatred defeated his fear of Voldemort. According to the same soul of Voldemort, he... Bang a few punches.

Unfortunately, it was of no use. Harry's fist hit Voldemort's soul, and the latter didn't even grunt.

"cut!"

"Chicken, don't waste your energy."

"Instead of hitting me with fists and kicks, don't think about how to kill me with your hatred!"

"Hahaha!"

Even if he becomes a prisoner, the Dark Lord cannot be humiliated!

And he believed that only Hughes, the winner, was qualified to treat him like this.

Harry?

Chicken Little, forget it!

Hughes tied the new soul fragment to Voldemort with a scarlet chain, and then with a wave of his finger, Harry's soul flew back and was stuffed back into his body.

He wasn't in the habit of coddling Harry.

"Is this the magic that can operate on the soul? Kama Taj, I really want to go!"

Dumbledore was attracted by Hughes's unknown magic. He finally understood how Hughes captured Voldemort who was parasitic on Quirrell.

Similarly, the pure-blood faction who had seen Quirrell being parasitized also understood how their boss was made like this by Hughes.

Representatives of the Wizengamot and Sir Merlin were also extremely curious about the tricks Hughes showed at the press conference. In their opinion, unknown magic is more attractive than Voldemort's execution.

Voldemort can only create panic and is only good at black magic, but cannot truly advance the development of magic.

Harry, who was brought back to his body, subconsciously raised his fists because his soul was still in an attacking state, but the momentary sense of spatial dislocation caused him to lose direction and aimed his fists at Hughes.

Hughes grabbed Harry's arm.

"Look carefully! Do you want to beat me?"

"Uh...no, no...what?"

Harry's steps were wrong, his head was turning back and forth so fast that he couldn't figure out the situation for a moment, but the next second he started talking nonsense again.

"Why do you want to stop me from taking revenge? What do you want? Why do you want to fool us like this?"

Harry felt that since you captured Voldemort, why did you stop me? Maybe you wanted to play some extreme game.

His words hit Fudge deeply.

"That's right! What on earth do you want to play?"

As a result, Hughes said to Harry in disgust: "I'm not stopping you from taking revenge. Voldemort is there. If you have the ability to take revenge, go ahead!"

Hearing what Hughes said, Harry made up his mind to rush over again.

But Hughes' next words not only deeply stung Harry's nerves, but also stopped him from moving forward.

"If you were really capable, you would have succeeded just now. Those who knew it thought you were taking revenge, and those who didn't know thought you were giving him a massage!"

These words not only made Harry freeze on the spot and lower his head, but also made everyone on and off the stage suddenly realize.

Perhaps this failure was too dramatic and childish. Voldemort laughed when he recalled it.