Ron trembled, the memories of the past month, the memories that should have disappeared, flashed through his mind one by one like slides.
He remembered the things he did after he was controlled by Peter Pettigrew. He broke into the professor's office alone in the middle of the night to find the Marauder's Map, wrote letters to Lucius Malfoy and plotted despicable plots, in front of all the students in the school. Accusing the innocent Professor Lupine of telling Snape about Sirius Black's whereabouts
He originally thought that all these things he did were correct. Although they were under the control of Peter Pettigrew, he never tried to resist.
Because he knows he is saving Harry, Ivan, Hermione and everyone, he is a hero!
But now it seems that this is not the case at all.
He's not a hero, but an out-and-out loser, an accomplice to the gangster who killed Harry's parents.
Ron's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and he couldn't believe what he had done.
He actually helped Peter Pettigrew, a murderer who defected to Voldemort and killed Harry's parents, he betrayed Harry, Ivan and Hermione, he failed his friends' trust in him, he framed Professor Lupine , and frame Sirius Black
Ron trembled, watching Ivan, Harry, and Hermione look at him with expressions full of worry, disappointment, and disbelief.
Ron felt distressed for a while, he knew he was such a jerk, and he had to find a way to make up for it all.
Peter Pettigrew was slowly approaching the gate of the castle with Ron, and he asked Black, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione to stay where they were.
He was delighted to find that he had actually passed through the gate. The weird barrier magic that prevented him from passing just now did not appear, and he could already feel the fresh, cold air outside the castle.
The sky was completely dark, and the bright full moon climbed into the sky.
Under the moonlight, Peter Pettigrew controlled Ron, and they walked through the grounds outside the castle to the Forbidden Forest not far away.
In the distance, the figures of Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Black became more and more blurred, and they gradually disappeared into the huge silhouette of the castle.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Forbidden Forest, Peter Pettigrew was so excited that he finally escaped.
The next second, just when he thought he was about to succeed.
Ron suddenly resisted violently. He tightly held Peter Pettigrew's right hand missing a finger, and struggled with all his strength to snatch his wand.
"Sorry, sorry!" Ron cried out against Peter Pettigrew, "Sorry, Harry! Sorry, Ivan! Sorry, Hermione! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have doubted you, I shouldn't have Don't believe you, look what I've done"
Ron cried hoarsely, crying so sadly.
Hearing Ron's voice, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Black were all stunned for a moment. They were delighted to find that Ron had recovered. He successfully resisted the control of the Imperius Curse with his own willpower. They hurriedly grabbed the wands on the ground and rushed towards Ron and Peter Pettigrew outside the castle.
"Damn, damn, what are you doing?!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, not understanding why Ron would break free from his grip.
He chanted a spell quickly, preparing to regain control of Ron.
But Peter Pettigrew was surprised to find that the Imperius Curse had lost its effect, and his magic could not control Ron at all. The boy in front of him successfully resisted the Imperius Curse with his strong willpower.
It's impossible, it's unbelievable.
"No!" Peter Pettigrew couldn't believe Ron could do it.
Is this still Ron
Is this still that humble, cowardly boy who resembles him
Is this still the same, mediocre loser who is full of jealousy and resentment towards his friends
Peter Pettigrew doesn't understand what happened to Ron, he doesn't!
With the help of a force born from the depths of his heart, Ron's willpower was stronger than ever.
This is the power of friendship. Peter Pettigrew, a pathetic betrayer, will never understand this when he treats his friends as an exchange of benefits.
Ron broke free from the Imperius Curse, and he defeated Peter Pettigrew!
Now, among the six people in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle, only Peter is the only loser.
"Come on, Harry! Come on, Ivan! I've got him!" Ron's eyes were red, and he tightly held Peter Pettigrew's right hand holding the wand, crying loudly, "Don't worry Me, attack him quickly, I can't let this guy run away!"
"No, don't blame it!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, his voice hoarse and feeble.
He tried hard to break free from Ron's control, but Ron seemed to be crazy, ignoring the injuries he suffered all over his body, and grabbed him tightly with both hands.
Seeing Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Black getting closer, Peter Pettigrew flusteredly chanted spells.
Since Ron can't be controlled anymore, at least the boy should stop moving around.
Before Peter Pettigrew successfully cast the spell, an unknown animal suddenly passed under his feet and tripped him.
Bang!
Pettigrew Peter and Ron fell hard to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Peter Pettigrew raised his head a few inches in surprise, and saw an animal crawling into the grass next to him. This animal made him feel familiar. He tried hard to see what it was, but his eyes were blurred by sweat. The tall, thin and agile figure flashed by.
In the distant sky, the temperature at night is extremely cold, and it is getting colder and colder, and the temperature is dropping rapidly.
Then, Peter Pettigrew saw clearly that it was a dementor, there were at least two hundred dementors, they were attracted by Ron's shouts, they were crowded together in a black mass, with suffocating breath Cold, gliding toward them around the Hogwarts walls.
A cold feeling penetrated his internal organs, and the fog began to blur his vision.
The dementors were getting closer, more and more of these guys came from the darkness on all sides, and they were about to surround him.
"No, don't!" Peter Pettigrew murmured weakly, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.
He was very, very scared, he was scared out of his wits!
He thought of what Ai Wen said to himself again, these dementors came to catch him, and they wanted to suck his soul away!
Peter Pettigrew could no longer care about Ron who was struggling in his arms, and he couldn't care less about controlling the boy. He looked at Black, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, who were getting closer and closer, and surrounded by him from afar. The dementor coming, he instinctively wants to run away!
Too many things happened tonight, completely beyond his grasp.
He didn't want to delay for a moment, he suddenly realized that he was too weak, too cowardly, too humble, he was not going to carry out this failed plot, he didn't have the courage to stay here!
He's going to find the Dark Lord, he's going to hide behind the strong as before
For the weak, hiding behind the strong is the wisest choice. (.)