Chapter 149
Journalists and Traitors
Chapter 149 Journalists and Traitors
After October, it got dark earlier and earlier. There were no candles in the study, so even with the light coming in through the window, it was still very dim.
Wade sat on the chair and pushed his feet onto the ground, tilting the chair to a dangerous angle.
He listened to the conversation in the study while rocking his chair slightly.
"I'm scared... The Dark Lord is so powerful, and the Death Eaters are killing people everywhere. What's the point of going against them... James even provoked the Dark Lord several times, causing him to focus all his hatred on us..."
Peter Pettigrew said in a dazed voice:
"Obviously, Dumbledore is the one he fears the most, but... but they have been chasing us... He has magical powers that we can't even imagine, and he is chasing us personally..."
"The McKinnons are dead... the Prewetts are dead... the Bones are dead..."
"Fighting him... what good is there other than death..."
"I think... even if I betrayed him, Dumbledore would not kill anyone, and James... James would forgive me. He knows that I have always been timid... At worst, I will be imprisoned in Azkaban, which is better than death..."
"So you betrayed, right? Betrayed the Order of the Phoenix and James Potter?" Someone asked excitedly, "And then what? What happened between you and Sirius?"
After a pause, Peter continued:
"The Dark Lord is after James and Lily... He's after them personally, and I'm terrified..."
"Dumbledore suggested that they hide with the Fidelius Charm and he would be the secret-keeper. But... James refused. He wanted Sirius to be the secret-keeper..."
"And then... and then at the last minute, Sirius made a stupid suggestion..."
Peter chuckled, and even though he was half conscious, he seemed to be recalling the great surprise and secret laughter at that time.
"He suggested that I be the secret keeper... He would attract the Dark Lord's attention, and I... I'm just a cowardly mouse who can hide easily... No one would care about me... No one could find me..."
"But he doesn't know... I had already surrendered to the Dark Lord a year ago... They suspected that Remus was the one who passed the message to the Death Eaters, but they didn't suspect me..."
The rocking chair suddenly stopped.
Vader looked at Lupin who came out of the living room, and watched him bury his face in his hands. It was a long time before he raised his head, and there was still deep pain in his eyes.
"Time will tell." Wade said softly, "They were absolutely wrong not to believe you."
Lupin shook his head: "I won't blame James and Sirius for this. At that time... almost all werewolves were Voldemort's soldiers. They suspected me... not without reason..."
"But even so, James and Lily never turned me away..."
"And... and in the past ten years, I have never believed in Sirius..."
He sat dejectedly beside Vader, no longer trying to hide his pain and regret.
"Are you not going to listen anymore?" Wade asked, looking at the bookshelf in front of him.
Lupin shook his head. "Stay in the living room. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing him."
In the living room, Peter Pettigrew recounted how Sirius found him after the Potters died...
How he yelled that Sirius had betrayed James and Lily, killed a dozen people with an Exploding Curse, and then reluctantly cut off one of his fingers and pretended that he was also killed by Sirius...
He said it very proudly.
Then I hid in the Weasley family... I hid there for eleven years...
Life as a mouse is not easy, but he has no choice. He cannot return to the light side, as soon as he shows up, his lies will be exposed.
He couldn't return to the Death Eaters either, because they thought he was a traitor. Because his information killed the Dark Lord, the Death Eaters wanted him to pay the price...
His only hope is to wait for the Dark Lord to return... because only the Dark Lord knows that he has not betrayed...
Lupin listened quietly, making a crunching sound between his teeth.
The people in the living room were not satisfied. They rushed to ask more questions, trying to dig out more secrets. Peter Petillo answered every question without hiding anything.
Everyone could see that he had been given truth serum.
But so what?
They don't care about that at all, they just want a big news that will shock the world.
When the conversation began to become boring and gradually became private, Marchionne also came out of the living room and Lupin went in to monitor to prevent Peter Pettigrew from getting out of control.
"Thank you, Mr. Marchionne." Wade stood up and said, "If it weren't for your help, I don't know where I could find so many suitable reporters."
The reporters in the living room who were questioning Peter Pettigrew were from five or six countries, including Britain, and each of them was the equivalent of Rita Skeeter.
As long as the news is shocking enough and the newspapers sell well, they can completely ignore morality, let alone the government - let alone the government of other countries.
"They should be thanking you for getting such high-quality news."
Marchionne said with a smile, he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and then said:
"The sales of the Soft Light Badge have completely surpassed the Book of Friends. Witches are going crazy to buy it. Some people buy more than a dozen at a time, even though we have emphasized that it is only valid for one month."
Wade's eyes rested on Marchionne's collar, where there was also a soft-light badge.
"Yeah, I'm using it too." Marchionne smiled and adjusted the badge on his collar.
"A good image can make most things go more smoothly. So our second largest customer group is middle-aged and older men."
"In fact, almost everyone who does business with me is my customer, and the soft light badge is the first topic we talk about when we visit each other, even more than the weather."
He gained huge benefits from the Book of Friends and the badge, so even though he didn't know why, he did his best to do what Wade asked without making any concessions.
"Ved, have you done any new research recently?"
Marchionne leaned closer to Wade and asked in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if it's a little thing you don't like. I can sell it for a suitable price... no matter what it is!"
Wei De thought for a moment and said, "There is indeed a new work recently, but the technology is not yet mature and the cost will be relatively high."
Marchionne's eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you have a finished product? It doesn't matter if the technology is not mature. We can make money every time we improve it!"
His passion for money seemed to really burn, and Wade couldn't help but step back.
"Next week," Wade said, "We'll meet here next week."
"Okay." Marchionne said excitedly, "It's settled then!"
(End of this chapter)