## Chapter 277: The Trio
On the clear blue sea, several sharks thrashed as they fought over food, churning the water into frothy waves.
Fishermen leaned against the ship's railing, chuckling as they wondered which unfortunate fish had become shark fodder.
They didn't notice the two terrified pairs of eyes in the cabin behind them.
Wade had transformed back into a Peregrine Falcon. He circled in the sky for a while, watching Peter Pettigrew's body being torn apart and devoured by the sharks. Only then did he feel relieved, turning to fly in the direction of the Hogwarts Express.
Wade held a deep contempt for Peter Pettigrew, but he also greatly feared him.
During the Wizarding War, both the light and dark sides had a mole.
Professor Snape, on Voldemort's side, needed no introduction. As for the Order of the Phoenix, their mole was Peter Pettigrew.
Before Voldemort's downfall, he secretly relayed information for over a year without ever being exposed.
His closest friends trusted him as one of their own, and even someone as powerful as Dumbledore never suspected he was the traitor.
Just as Voldemort never imagined that Snape had already betrayed him.
But Peter never in his wildest dreams thought that the master he chose would be defeated by a baby, forcing him to expose himself. He had to fake his death and hide as a rat for over a decade.
Later, Peter was forced to reveal himself again, yet he single-handedly managed to find the hidden Voldemort, helping him resurrect, which then led to the Second Wizarding War.
Therefore, Wade absolutely could not stand by and let Peter escape, giving him another chance.
Before coming, he had already prepared to kill.
But luckily, the sea was a natural graveyard. After Wade inflicted sufficiently severe injuries on Peter Pettigrew, he was naturally swallowed by the creatures of the ocean.
The Peregrine Falcon swiftly soared through clouds and mist once more, finally making it back into the train carriage through the window just before the train entered the station.
With a whoosh, a gust of wind seemed to sweep through the compartment. Michael squinted, holding down his hair, and then saw an extra person in front of him.
Wade's clothes were a bit disheveled, and he was soaking wet, with steam on his eyebrows and hair.
"Did you fall into the sea?" Michael asked in surprise.
Wade chuckled, "Something like that."
He quietly muttered a few Spells, and his clothes and hair dried, though they remained a bit wrinkled. Wade didn't mind.
"What happened?" Theo asked, pausing before adding, "If it's inconvenient to say, then never mind."
"It's nothing much."
Wade sat down, gulped down a bottle of water, and after thinking for a moment, said, "You'll probably see it in the papers soon enough—Peter Pettigrew escaped from Azkaban."
"What?"
The others were all startled, thinking of the man who had turned into their classmate's pet.
"Did it happen this morning?" Ryan asked.
"Yep," Wade said. "I left a tracking signal on that guy, so I found out as soon as he ran off."
"So..." Theo swallowed. "You just... went to..."
"Don't worry... I didn't kill anyone..."
I didn't (personally) kill anyone.
"But that guy won't be appearing again."
Wade said calmly.
The other three stared at him blankly, as if they had suddenly forgotten how to understand English.
"The train will soon arrive at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters in London. Please gather your belongings..."
The announcement on the train began.
The group looked outside and saw the train gradually slowing down. On the platform, students' parents were waiting to pick up their children. Some impatient children were already leaning halfway out the windows, vigorously waving their arms in greeting.
Wade also saw Mr. and Mrs. Gray. Standing beside them was a terrifying-looking man, leaning on two canes, with a strange eye that swiveled around.
He couldn't help but smile.
Peace was the most precious thing ordinary people possessed.
Without peace, everything else would be like smoke, blown away and disfigured by the winds of war.
...
On the dirty fishing boat, the fishermen lay scattered, sound asleep.
Two people emerged from the cabin, leaning over the railing to look down.
They naturally couldn't see anything.
Not only had Peter Pettigrew already met his end in the bellies of fish... even if he were still alive, the fishing boat would have already traveled several nautical miles by then.
"Did... did you see that just now?"
One of them stammered.
"Of course!"
The other person grumbled, pulling out a cheap cigarette he'd found in the cabin, intending to light it, only to realize his hand was trembling.
He gripped his right hand with his left and turned to look at the person beside him.
The setting sun cast a red glow on both their faces.
Otherwise, they would have seen that their own faces were equally pale and terrified.
One of them had golden hair and was remarkably handsome. Even in his current disheveled and worn state, he exuded the air of a fallen prince.
It was Gilderoy Lockhart, who had recently been sent to Azkaban.
The man beside him had sunken eyes, a gaunt frame, matted long hair, black fingernails, and was covered in grime accumulated over who knew how many years.
He looked remarkably similar to Sirius when he was first brought out of Azkaban.
They were accomplices who had escaped Azkaban together.
It was a natural prison, and there had never been an escape before.
Not long ago, Lockhart was sentenced, and Ministry of Magic officials were responsible for escorting him to Azkaban.
But the officials underestimated Lockhart's Spell abilities—after all, he seemed like a complete fraud in every way, and indeed, he was.
However, even if Lockhart was useless in other areas, there was one Spell he had mastered to perfection: the Obliviation Charm.
Previously, he needed a Wand to cast his Obliviation Charm, but after his Wand was broken and he was tortured by Dementors in Azkaban, it unexpectedly ignited a resilience and strength Lockhart had never possessed before.
He managed, entirely on his own, to master casting the Obliviation Charm without a Wand.
Not all guards in Azkaban were Dementors; after all, it also held prisoners with lighter sentences and, at times, prisoners undergoing interrogation.
Therefore, in addition to Dementors, Ministry of Magic officials often patrolled there. Lockhart seized the opportunity to cast the Obliviation Charm, taking the official's Wand and the keys in their hand.
Afterward, he encountered the person beside him and helped Peter escape Azkaban together.
They had grand plans after their escape… but who knew their big plan would be cut short before it even began? Before they even reached land, one of the three was already gone.
"Garr, did you see who killed Peter?" Lockhart asked.
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