Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 232

Sensing the staring eyes of the four Weasley brothers, Scott walked forward indifferently.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said.

The Weasleys' eyes grew even more dissatisfied.

Especially Ron.

Scott felt like he wanted to punch himself in the face.

But he dared not.

"Ron." Scott reminded kindly, "I hope you don't spit it out later."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked angrily.

Scott just gave him a sympathetic look, then closed his mouth again.

Poor child, without knowing it, he has been sleeping with a wretched man under the same blanket for two years.

Given that many people still have the habit of telling their pets, Scott reasonably suspected that the wretched man knew many of Ron's little secrets.

As long as he thought of this, Scott had infinite tolerance for Ron's angry eyes at the moment.

After all, the child has lost enough.

And of course, Percy.

What a wicked rat, he ruined the youth of the two Weasley boys...

Scott shook his head and sighed.

Under the increasingly strange sights of the Weasleys, he still walked forward calmly.

They followed Professor McGonagall through winding corridors to a hidden door.

It was Scott who had been led by Dumbledore before, and the headmaster's office was located at the entrance on the eighth floor.

Dumbledore seemed to know what was going on, and when Professor McGonagall stood in front of the door, the door opened automatically.

Professor McGonagall walked in with the mousetrap, followed by Scott and the others.

The Weasleys looked a little nervous when they found out that this was actually the headmaster's office.

Especially Ron.

He has never looked like a younger brother, shrinking behind his three elder brothers.

"Professor Dumbledore," Percy couldn't help but said, "what happened? Spot it..."

"I also knew about this just now, the portrait told me."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at several students.

"Take it easy kids, sit down, maybe you need a cup of hot chocolate?"

"cough."

Professor McGonagall coughed, and put the mousetrap in his hand on Dumbledore's desk.

"Albus, can you see anything?"

Dumbledore leaned his head to the outside of the mousetrap and looked carefully at the gray-haired mouse that was shivering with fright.

Very close, his crooked nose seemed to have touched the cage.

The mouse suddenly became motionless, as if frightened to death.

At this time, Ron, who was hiding behind, couldn't help sobbing.

Everyone turned to look at him.

I saw him looking at the motionless mouse in the cage with red eyes, with a sad expression.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Oh, don't be sad, child, it's still alive."

"Really?" Ron looked at the gray mouse like a lost treasure.

Scott couldn't bear to look at him.

I'm afraid the child will really spit it out later.

It's too awful.

Dumbledore looked at Percy again, "Percy, can you tell me the origin of this mouse in detail?"

"Okay, Professor."

Percy took a step forward, straightened his back, and began to answer questions sternly.

"This mouse came to my house by itself, when I was very young."

He said while recalling.

"At that time, I was far from the age of going to school. My parents wanted to drive it away, but I regarded it as my pet."

Dumbledore nodded, and asked another question, "So do you know how the missing toe on its front paw was missing?"

Percy shook his head. "It's been like this since it showed up in my house."

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, which were sliding up and down the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't expect that..." he murmured, "Maybe I shouldn't think so... I wish it wasn't what I thought..."

While speaking, he opened the door of the mousetrap.

"Squeak... squeak..."

Surprisingly, the mouse did not escape.

It let Dumbledore grab it out, and pointed the Elder Wand at it.

"Oh!"

Several Weasleys were taken aback by Dumbledore's action.

Dumbledore didn't explain either. When he lifted the wand in his hand, the mouse floated up and hovered in the air in front of the desk.

Dumbledore's wand glowed blue and white.

That light enveloped Banban, it was hanging in mid-air, screaming and writhing crazily.

Ron couldn't help but yelled and begged, "Professor Dumbledore...poor Scabbers..."

At this time, the blue-white light disappeared, and Ban Ban suddenly fell to the floor.

Another blinding flash, and then the rat's body suddenly swelled.

"Please let it go, my Madara..."

Seeing all this, Ron's voice stopped abruptly.

A head popped out, and so did limbs.

Under the stunned gaze of the Weasley brothers, a man stood where Scabbers had been, rubbing his hands obscenely.

This is a very short adult wizard, even shorter than Ron.

His thin, light-colored hair was disheveled, with a large patch of baldness on the top of his head.

He looks like an obese person who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

The skin is very loose, like a Shar Pei.

His face was filthy, and his clothes were filthy, almost as filthy as Dappled's fur.

His pointed nose and small, watery eyes even have a mouse-like quality to them.

He looked up at Dumbledore.

"Oh me……"

He seemed to have been a mouse for so long that he forgot how to talk and stuttered when he made his voice.

"Peter!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "You're Peter! I can't believe you're still alive!"

"Good evening...Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore." Peter staggered and greeted the two professors.

At this moment, Ron's scream sounded in the office, "It...it, isn't he a mouse?"

"Oh Merlin smelly socks!"

"He's a hidden Animagus!"

"He actually stayed in my house for 12 years, as a mouse!"

"It's a good thing we're not interested in mice."

"Or sleep with him like Percy and Ron."

Fred and George sang together with disgust on their faces.

"vomit……"

Both Percy and Ron couldn't help retching.

Especially Ron.

"Ugh... woo woo woo..."

He sat down on the ground, covered his mouth and retched while weeping, his face wrinkled into a ball.

Not to mention how miserable it was.

At this moment, Dumbledore spoke.

"Peter, I didn't expect you to be alive, right under our noses."

He said in a tone of exclamation.

"Of course, we never knew you were an Animagus, and we never paid attention to the students' pets."

"Since you are still alive, why are you hiding?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly, "Don't you know? When the news of your death came, how sad was your mother?"

"me……"

Peter was still rubbing his hands, his little eyes blinked, and tears came down.

"Sorry, professor, I have to. I'm terrified...I can't hurt my mother."

He said tremblingly.

"You-Know-Who's supporters won't let me go...because...because...I got one of the most evil of them all to Azkaban...the spy, Sirius Black!"

　Sorry, I came back late today, there are only two updates.

　　Tomorrow there will be four more compensations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)