Chapter 74: Let Dumbledore Know How Difficult Pettigrew Is to Deal With!

"Pettigrew?"

Crouch Sr. quickly shook his head.

Crouch Sr. was still unaware of these developments. He reminisced about the past, "That man... was killed by Sirius seven or eight years ago, which is why pettigrew received the Order of Merlin, First Class..."

Crouch Sr. had personally handled the explosion incident involving Peter and Sirius Black, and the memory was vivid.

A person defined as dead...

How could he possibly be the third Dark Lord?

"Wait…"

Crouch Sr. immediately recalled that Wilson had requested Polyjuice Potion ingredients on the day school started, and how Hogwarts had shut down the night after school began.

'It must be Wilson's doing!'

'This kid caused big trouble the night he entered Hogwarts!'

'Otherwise, Hogwarts wouldn't have inexplicably closed for a term! The only problem is, Polyjuice Potion can only disguise someone still alive, meaning Pettigrew is indeed alive...'

"Remember?"

Wilson leaned back comfortably, smiling as he brought up the past: "I wanted to take that rat from the Weasleys… that rat was Peter, he's been alive all along…"

"An illegal Animagus!"

Crouch Sr's expression changed dramatically, disbelief evident in his voice: "Pettigrew… is an illegal Animagus who can transform into an animal… he didn't die in that explosion!"

"Yes."

Wilson nodded, softly praising Peter, "And since then, Mr. Pettigrew has lived quite an interesting life… and it's about to get even more interesting."

"But if I recall correctly…"

Crouch Sr. recalled the events of that day and couldn't help but say: "That day, you pulled some hair from him and had me send you Polyjuice Potion ingredients that night."

As he spoke, Crouch Sr. solidified his thoughts and continued questioning: "Do you know why Pettigrew is still alive? What have you been doing with his identity during this time?"

"It's quite a lot, I can't quite count it all."

Wilson glanced at Crouch Sr., rubbed his forehead, and continued: "There will be more in the future. You don't need to worry about this. We're just temporarily using his identity, because neither of us can directly deal with Voldemort. Only Peter's identity is suitable…"

"..."

Crouch Sr. was at a loss for words.

'This kid surely helped Pettigrew become the third Dark Lord, didn't he?'

Wilson seemed to understand Crouch Sr's thoughts and didn't deny them: "I'm just a Hogwarts student, I can't be exposed and alert Dumbledore. So, now I've created a terrifying and powerful third Dark Lord to deal with the second Dark Lord, Voldemort. It makes sense, doesn't it?"

"..."

Crouch Sr. thought for a while, then slowly nodded and asked: "Pettigrew, is he really an innocent wizard, or…"

"How many innocents do you think there were in the magical world back then?"

Wilson looked into Crouch Sr's eyes, suddenly questioning him, and then added, "Peter is a loyal spy for Voldemort, he is always secretly plotting Voldemort's return."

"..."

Crouch Sr. immediately felt less burdened.

Anyone attempting to resurrect Voldemort was definitely his enemy.

Crouch Sr. even proactively offered his help: "Is there anything I can do now? Like solidifying his identity as the third Dark Lord? If he's still useful, it's too early to expose him…"

"Hmm."

Wilson seemed to think of something and said casually: "In a while, Dumbledore might ask you about the Sirius Black explosion case. Maybe you can tell him a false story.

After you quickly handled the Pettigrew and Sirius Black explosion case, you encountered a short, fat dark wizard multiple times during on-site inspections. At that time, you thought it was just a Death Eater disguised and trying to take revenge on you."

"..."

This sort of thing was a minor issue.

It would merely embellish the identity of Pettigrew as the third Dark Lord.

Crouch Sr. rubbed his scalp, feeling a bit numb, and finally changed the subject: "Do we really not need to go to Godric's Hollow on Christmas Day?"

"No need."

Wilson looked out the window and said softly: "In the future, you'll just tell everyone you've been focusing all your energy on training me to become an Auror to fight dark wizards."

As he said this, Wilson explained: "My strength will grow faster and faster, and we need to find a suitable reason for it…"

"I understand."

Crouch Sr. slowly nodded in agreement.

"Don't rush."

Wilson observed Crouch Sr., who was sitting in the driver's seat, and calmly said: "If we want Crouch Jr. to completely abandon his worship of Voldemort, we need to destroy everything about Voldemort, whether it's his magic, his body, his soul, or even his mind."

Wilson leaned forward, his youthful voice carrying a bewitching quality: "If one day… Crouch Jr. finds out… The Dark Lord he always followed was just a pawn in his father's hands… Mr. Crouch, do you think he would still worship him?"

"…I… don't know."

Crouch Sr's hand tightly gripped the steering wheel.

This sort of thing…

No wizard would dare to imagine it.

Crouch Sr. was no exception. He slowly turned his head to look at Wilson, "Do you think we can do something like that?"

"This definitely requires sufficient strength first."

Wilson leaned back in his seat, his expression gradually becoming indifferent: "During the Christmas holidays, I'll personally try to challenge the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald."

"Are you crazy!"

Crouch Sr. immediately became nervous: "You're only eleven years old, you're already strong enough, but that's Grindelwald, a figure who made all the wizards in Europe tremble under his wand!"

"Alright, then let me put it another way."

Wilson closed his eyes and suddenly reopened them, smiling as he said: "Peter will challenge Grindelwald to prove he has the strength to be the third Dark Lord…"

"..."

Crouch Sr. was at a loss for words.

Wilson was indeed relentless in throwing all the dirt on Peter!

This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea.

Recently, Wilson not only wanted to test his strength and get rewards related to Grindelwald, but also wanted the most powerful white wizard, Dumbledore, to realize something…

Peter Pettigrew…

As the third Dark Lord…

Won't be easily captured!

"Godric's Hollow must be a decoy…"

Wilson glanced at the invitation sent by Dumbledore. A flame erupted from his palm, turning the invitation to ashes: "The real danger is definitely at Hogwarts, but I must go to Hogwarts on Christmas Day as Peter…"

"That's very dangerous."

"So, I'll first test my strength."

Wilson calmly explained his plan, a Christmas scheme to confront Dumbledore head-on: "I'll challenge Grindelwald as Peter. If I succeed, I'll throw the first Dark Lord into Godric's Hollow as a gift for Dumbledore…"

Wilson looked at Crouch Sr. and continued softly: "When Dumbledore is distracted by Grindelwald, I'll take the opportunity to cause some trouble at Hogwarts, but by then, Dumbledore won't be able to stop me…"

Wilson clenched his fist, letting the ashes stain his palm. Confidence and determination filled his eyes: "I'll make our headmaster realize that the third Dark Lord Peter is cunning and not easy to outmaneuver…"

"..."

Crouch Sr. shook his head silently.

If not for Wilson's ruthless plan and how he pinned everything on Peter, he indeed had some charisma…

Why…

Is he so adept at shifting blame?

"What if… you fail?"

Crouch Sr. proposed another possibility.

Wilson didn't mind at all, spreading his hands: "Then from now on, it's the first Dark Lord Grindelwald's return, and Peter is merely his lackey…"

"..."

Crouch Sr. was again at a loss for words.

Wilson glanced at the helpless Crouch Sr., chuckling softly as he shook his head. A surge of powerful magic gathered in Wilson's palm, then dissipated into nothingness.

"Trust me, I won't lose."

(End of Chapter)

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