Chapter 150: Hero

"How am I supposed to be?" Ron looked at Harry coldly.

Harry was stunned. He didn't know how to answer him. Tears were running down his cheeks out of control.

"Ron!" Hermione cried softly, and crystal clear tears swirled in her eyes.

Her memory flashed back to Ron's accusation that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers.

He was also in the common room that afternoon. Ron looked terrible then, too. First he criticized her and then he fought with Ivan. Ron was very unusual at the time, but his current expression made Hermione feel stranger than ever.

"I saved you last night. I spotted the vicious werewolf, I'm your hero!" Ron didn't look at Hermione. He stared at Harry, and revealed an unprecedented resolve in his bored voice.

"Hero?!" Harry and Hermione groaned, wondering why Ron said it.

"Yes, I am a hero! But now you're telling me I shouldn't be." Ron didn't look like he was being controlled by the Imperius Curse; he looked like someone who felt injustice. He shouted angrily, "How do you think I should be? Should I innately be a foil for the famous Savior? A lowly, cowardly follower, with an expendable, comical existence?!"

"Ron, I don't..." said Harry grimly.

"Stop it, Harry!" Ron pulled away from Harry's hands. "I have nothing to say to you I know you all look down on me! Who I really am, I will prove to you with practical actions. I will personally catch Sirius Black. I want to accomplish things that no one else has done."

"Catch Sirius Black?" Hermione stepped back half a step, looking frightened, a vague feeling rose from deep in her heart, she panicked and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Rin said, "Do what a hero should do!"

"I won't let you leave before you wake up." Harry grabbed Ron's robe again. "Wake up, Ron, think about our last three years..."

Harry didn't finish his words yet, and two sturdy red lights flashed across the Dorm, hitting Harry and Hermione respectively. They both fell and lay motionless on the floor. Watching Harry and Hermione pass out, Ron looked hesitant.

He moved a little closer, but then immediately stopped.

"Come on, dear child, my merciful Master!" suddenly, a high-pitched voice echoed in the room. "It's time to accomplish what we must do! The two of them fainted. When we catch Black, they will know your greatness. "

....... ........

In Professor Lupin's office, Ivan saw from the Marauder's Map, Ron standing behind him.

He hurried to turn, but it was too late. Just as he turned, the office door burst open, and Ron rushed in awkwardly, with strong inertia, and threw himself on top of him.

The two people fell to the floor, wrestled and tangled with each other.

Ivan wanted to use magic, but Ron didn't give him a chance.

He grabbed Ivan's right hand closely, with terrible force, and completely ignored his own safety.

It looked more like a sandbag that feels no pain, and Ivan couldn't get rid of it.

His wand emitted a few beams of light outward, shattering the water tank in the corner, and the Grindylow fell to the ground, dying.

"Let go of my hands, Ron!" Ivan exclaimed angrily, "Do you know what you're doing?"

He saw that Peter Pettigrew, not far behind him, was warping. Peter's body quickly shrank into the shape of a rat.

He was undoing his magical binding, and the tightly bound rope began to slide to one side.

"This is bad!" Ivan hastily forced Ron away with his knees, and punched him several times hard with his free hand.

Ron swayed for a while from the pain, and ducked to the side.

Ivan took the opportunity to point his wand at him. The light flickered. Ron went flying and hit the wall behind him.

Before he could turn to look at Pettigrew, a red light had flown from the side.

With a bang, it slammed into Ivan's hand. His wand drew a parabola in the air and landed at Pettigrew's feet.

"Dear boy, this charade should end!" Peter raised Ivan's wand with a frightened expression on his face. "And in the end I won!"

Ivan said nothing. He saw Ron crawling back, his face full of bruises.

"Tut tut, look at your wand." Pettigrew stroked Ivan's wand, like a child with a new toy, a happy smile on his face. "Well cared for, more beautiful than my little master's."

Peter handed the other wand back to Ron, and pointed it at him with Ivan's, "Ivan, I'll give you another chance. All you have to do is..."

"You can change your face real quick, Peter!" Ivan interrupted, dismissively. "You've been kneeling on your knees in the dirt, begging me, willing to give everything for a new life, but now it turns out this way."

"Because I'm a smart person, smart people can have the last laugh." Peter Pettigrew said with a strange smile, "It was fifteen years ago. My three stupid Gryffindor friends, all of whom were brainwashed by Dumbledore, were going to fight the Dark Lord. What's the advantage of doing that?"

"So you betrayed them and became a traitor!" said Ivan.

"Don't put it so bluntly, I just chose the strong side to lean on." Peter continued, "Let me tell you something, Ivan. For little people, the most important thing is to choose the strong side to get the best benefit. The power of the Dark Lord is something you can never imagine."

"A strong power?!" Ivan said quietly, "I heard the Sorting Hat say that you chose Gryffindor back in the day, and that you were trying to find the courage you didn't have. "

"That's what my mother expected of me. My father was a brave and fearless Gryffindor." Peter closed his eyes and seemed to be remembering.

"But you let your mother down!" said Ivan.

"I don't think so; I made it up to her with the Order of Merlin, first class." Peter said slowly, "As I grew up, I figured it all out, my mother doesn't want me to be brave like my father. She needs an honor to make her proud."

"But those honors aren't yours, you've fooled everyone!"

"Does that make any difference?!" Pettigrew laughed. "As long as I'm a hero in the eyes of others, that's more than enough."