A ruined Hogwarts

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the hands of the wall clock on the wall ticked around and around. Harry covered his mouth and yawned, put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and put aside the corrected student homework.

It was almost nine o'clock, and his confinement was finally coming to an end tonight. Correcting papers was fun at first, but soon became boring and made him sleepy.

Harry glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting across from the desk. He had been silent tonight. His short and fat body was curled up behind the desk, his head lowered and silent, except for his restless little eyes. He looked in the direction of the wall clock, not knowing what he was worried about.

"Pettigrew, it's almost nine o'clock..." Harry broke the sleepy and depressing silence.

"Ah!" Peter was startled by the sudden sound and straightened his back. He glanced at the wall clock timidly, wrung his hands together, and said in a sharp but small voice: "Harry, I have something else I need you to do tonight. Come with me..."

He walked around from behind the desk, took out a dusty and heavy package from the cabinet on the side, and stuffed it into his loose robe.

"But... it's almost curfew time," Harry said.

"It doesn't matter, you stay with me, Filch won't cause trouble for you." Peter Pettigrew opened the office door without looking back and took a look outside.

Harry felt a little weird, so he asked: "Pettigrew, what do you need from me?"

"It's just a small thing, help me move the materials I need for tomorrow's class." Peter whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility here, "I almost forgot about this."

"Okay." Harry suppressed his uneasiness, nodded and followed him out the door, heading downstairs.

"Where are we going to get the materials?" After turning into the corridor on the second floor, Harry looked around and asked with a frown. As the curfew time approached, there was no one nearby. The candlelight on the walls on both sides of the corridor swayed slightly, and occasionally sounds came from far away.

"Oh, oh...it's on the second floor, there's a utility room there..." Peter Pettigrew faltered.

Hearing the vagueness and perfunctoryness in Peter's words, Harry felt something was wrong and a warning bell rang in his heart. He couldn't help but slow down his pace, put his right hand into his pocket and squeezed his wand.

"Hurry up, don't take too long." Peter reached out and grabbed Harry's left arm, pulling him forward quickly. The expression on his face became increasingly excited and nervous, and even looked a little ferocious in the dim light.

Harry was startled and felt a chill coming from his heart. Peter squeezed his arm until it hurt, almost dragging him away. He could clearly feel the other person's body shaking slightly, not sure if it was because of nervousness or excitement.

Something's wrong with Pettigrew! If he plans to attack him tonight... now is a good opportunity! No Owen, no Dumbledore, no other professors...

No, we can't wait any longer! According to Irving, things tend to go as bad as you think they will. Waiting any longer will only make him more and more passive, he has to strike first! If it turned out that he had wrongly blamed Pettigrew, he would apologize.

Harry no longer hesitated, quickly pulled out his wand, pointed it at Peter Pettigrew and said: "Collapse!"

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, heading straight towards the nearby dwarf star. Peter had a trace of surprise on his face, and an invisible barrier opened in front of him in time, shooting the red light aside and knocking down a candle hanging on the wall.

Harry was also ejected, and his left arm broke free from the opponent's grasp. He staggered back a few steps, his heart pounding - Pettigrew was already on guard! He really wants to harm himself!

Seeing Peter Pettigrew pull out the wand he had been holding in his hand from his robes, Harry stepped back and shouted: "Expelliarmus!"

But the spell was still deflected by the Iron Armor Curse, and with a strange and somewhat terrifying expression on Peter's face, he shot a beam of white light at Harry.

Harry muttered "armor protection" in a dangerous way, blocking the spell that almost hit him. Then he closed his eyes tightly, and a dazzling white light burst out from the tip of his staff. The dazzling bright light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and made Peter close his eyes tightly, and tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

When the bright light passed, Harry opened his eyes and shot a stun spell at Peter, then turned the corner not far away and ran quickly along the corridor. He glanced back from time to time. Peter Pettigrew didn't chase him. Maybe he was knocked unconscious by the curse just now?

Harry ran away quickly, taking out the invisibility cloak with his left hand from his pocket, which was as bright as running water, and swung it back to put it on himself. At the same time, he opened his mouth and planned to shout loudly to attract the professors. The battle just now was so tight that he didn't even have time to call for help.

Just when he was about to shout, the invisible barrier protecting him suddenly shattered, and then a huge force hit his back, causing his body to suddenly lose control. He staggered weakly and fell to the ground, rolled twice on the carpet, and lay on the ground unable to get up.

Harry huddled on the floor, trying to turn his head, and saw Peter Pettigrew's body emerging from the air, pointing at him with the wand in his hand.

Pettigrew used the Disillusionment Charm! Harry thought of this, but it was too late. He tried all his strength, but he could only move his fingers slightly and move his lips, but he could only make a small sound in his throat.

"Ah, James's invisibility cloak, I never thought I would see it again one day..." Peter looked at the invisibility cloak that covered half of Harry's body, with a very complicated look of nostalgia on his face. He hooked the wand in his hand, and a bunch of rope appeared out of thin air, tied Harry tightly, and floated into the air with Harry.

He took a deep look at Harry, his ferocious expression turning into a bit of pity. He looked away as if to escape, picked up the invisibility cloak on the ground without saying a word, and put it on Harry, covering his body.

Harry could only watch helplessly as he was covered with an invisibility cloak, and then led back like a balloon by Peter Pettigrew. He managed to speak like a whisper: "Why?"

"I'm sorry, I have no choice..." Peter heard his words and said with a trembling voice, "Who told you not to leave Hogwarts? I can only do this..."

"Did Voldemort force you to do this?" Harry tried to force out his voice.

Hearing the name, Peter's body shrank and his expression became frightened. He muttered to himself: "Don't say that name..."

"Pettigrew, wake up! Don't succumb to Voldemort! You are a hero who resisted him, don't be controlled by him..." Harry gasped, and every word he spat out seemed to exhaust all his strength. He still believed that Pettigrew was just being controlled like Ron Weasley, who he was trying to wake up.

"Hero?" Peter Pettigrew asked sharply, with self-deprecation and hatred in his tone, "I have never been a hero, Harry, never! Your parents are heroes, Sirius and Lupin are heroes, but only I'm not... you know? Every time you call me a hero, I feel like you're mocking me..."

"What do you mean?" Harry felt cold all over. He thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.

"Anyway, this matter can't be kept secret for long, it will be exposed soon..." Peter Pettigrew muttered nervously, and then said with a smile and a cry, "It's okay to tell you before you die... I was the one who betrayed James and Lily! I was their secret keeper, and I betrayed them. As a result, your parents died and the Dark Lord fell..."

"Sirius chased me like crazy, so I had to blow up a street. I faked my death and escaped and turned into a mouse for ten years...Sirius thought I was dead. He was probably very guilty because he was the one who suggested it. I was the secret keeper... so he didn't even have a word of excuse and spent ten years in prison in Azkaban..." He gasped, his voice getting faster and faster.

Harry felt as if his heart had been frozen. His eyes widened with disbelief, followed by hatred and anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why? Why do you do this!" Perhaps because of his anger, his voice was much louder.

"What can I do? I have no choice. The Dark Lord has caught me. If I don't do this, I will die! You don't know how scared I am. I have never been as brave as them... You don't even know what the Dark Lord does. How powerful and terrifying the power of time is, what good is it to fight against the most evil wizard in the world?" Peter Pettigrew muttered.

"Voldemort has lost power now!" Harry said through gritted teeth, "But you still want to do things for him?"

"But he's back again!" Pettigrew screamed, "I didn't want to! What's wrong with being a mouse? But...but he possessed Ron and discovered something strange about me...He caught me He captured me, tortured me, and forced me to do things for him... Wuwu..." He sobbed softly.

Harry felt a sense of joy in his heart as he listened to Peter Pettigrew's frightened cries.

Pettigrew sniffed and talked to himself, as if he wanted to tell someone what he had been holding back for a long time, but he also seemed to just talk to himself to comfort himself:

"I told him what I heard in the Gryffindor common room - that the Ethereal Society had stolen the Philosopher's Stone from Hogwarts - and the Dark Lord said he needed my help and that I had to return to the wizarding world. , help him explore the traces of the Ether Society everywhere, and help him find the magic stone..."

"But that organization is hidden too deep, and I can't find out... The Dark Lord ordered me to come to Hogwarts. He said that I had been a mouse for ten years, and my thinking was no longer the same as that of humans, Dumbledore. Lido's Legilimency can't see through me... It's all for you, Harry! I've been keeping an eye on you. After all, the Aether Society has their sights on you, and they might come looking for you. The Dark Lord is also interested in you, He even wants to find out the secrets about you and then kill you..."

"You could have survived for a while longer. I know that the Aether Society has been watching you. As long as we start with you, we can always find or lead them out..." Peter Pettigrew chattered nervously, "But Lupin came to see you. I did. I knew that he was beginning to wonder about what happened back then, and he also said that he planned to see Sirius... I had no choice but to sneak attack him and lock him in my office..."

He sobbed again and continued: "You know what? I'm very hesitant. I don't want to kill him myself. After all, he used to be my best friend... I can only lock him up and recite the forgetting spell on him... ...Who would have thought that he turned into a werewolf and ran away on a full moon night? He must have doubted me, and he will get the truth from Sirius. I won't be able to stay here for long...I can only do something to you."

"I was wrong, Harry, I understand that I was really wrong." His tone slowed down a little, but there was cold determination in his voice, "I shouldn't be soft-hearted, it was all my weakness that made me go away At this point... I can no longer look back, but I still have unrealistic illusions... Recently I have figured out that I should be cruel, because I know-"

He paused and said in an erratic tone: "Even if I were allowed to go back in time and make another choice, when faced with the threat of the Dark Lord, I would still choose to pass on information to him, and I would still betray my friends after all... Because I can’t die for others or sacrifice for justice, I will still succumb to the strong... That’s just the kind of person I am.”

When Harry listened to Peter Pettigrew's words, he felt only deep resentment and powerlessness. It was a feeling more helpless than physical weakness. He watched Peter lead him around another corner and said softly: "Where are you taking me?"

"The Chamber of Secrets." Pettigrew's voice calmed down, "The Dark Lord will wait for you there. He will figure out what power you have, and then you will die... But don't worry, there will be someone there in the next period of time. I will become you and help you find the people from the Ether Society."

"You can't hide it from Dumbledore!" Harry managed to say.

"The Chamber of Secrets will isolate everything." Pettigrew glanced at him quickly, "You probably don't know how much Dumbledore values ​​you, right? He is monitoring your whereabouts all the time. Once you leave Hogwarts, he will immediately You know, he is always paying attention to whether your life is in danger...but he can't find or enter Slytherin's secret room."

Harry felt a little desperate. He tried to struggle, but his body was so heavy that it felt like it was buried in the earth. He just said: "You killed James and Lily, and are you going to kill their son?"

Peter Pettigrew's body trembled, he lowered his head and led Harry forward without saying a word.

…

In Myrtle's bathroom, the entrance to the secret room was coldly open, like the open mouth of a giant beast, spewing cold and moist air outwards.

Owen stood aside and looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand with interest. He clearly saw a small black dot marked "Neville Longbottom" walking out of the stairs and moving along the corridor on the second floor. At the same time, he also saw two small black dots labeled "Harry Potter" and "Peter Pettigrew" moving downstairs together.

"Is this about to take action?" Owen raised his eyebrows. The person who would run out at this time would definitely not be the always well-behaved Neville, but Voldemort who had taken control of him. He could only have come to the second floor for the purpose of the secret room. In addition, Peter Pettigrew and Harry are also approaching here...

Owen glanced at the entrance to the secret room, his eyes moved flexibly, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

He closed his eyes, controlled the dark guard in the secret room, and said to the basilisk in Parseltongue: "Come out with me."

"Go hunting?" The basilisk crawled out along the passage obediently, "I'm so hungry..."

The huge body of the basilisk swam flexibly along the slippery ground, and its speed was not slow at all. It quickly climbed into the water pipe and followed the twisting pipe to the exit of the secret room.

Owen, who was waiting outside, had already put on anti-basilisk glasses early and hid his identity with a mask he bought at the Bojin Bock store during the summer vacation. The cat nives lying on his shoulder trembled, closed its golden cat eyes tightly, and pressed his head against Owen's neck.

The black devil guard handed the stone egg to Owen and then dissipated. Owen wrapped it in a white handkerchief with some disgust and carried it in his hand. He saw the bright and beautiful green scales of the basilisk out of the corner of his eye. "Follow me," he said in Parseltongue.

Before Voldemort could get here, Owen took the basilisk out of the bathroom and bypassed him from the other end of the corridor.

He watched with a smile as the little black dot representing Neville entered the bathroom and stood motionless by the sink. Harry and Pettigrew were approaching the bathroom along the corridor.

"Go along this corridor, then turn left and attack the short, fat, bald man." Owen said to the basilisk, "Don't touch that boy... Well, talk more on the way..."

The basilisk stared at Owen for a moment with two huge yellow eyes as big as light bulbs, as if he didn't understand why there was such a strange order. But he still obeyed Owen's order, muttering something while twisting his body and walking along the corridor.

Owen looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand and clicked his tongue: "If I didn't come to the Chamber of Secrets tonight, would Harry be dead? Hiss, is this the halo of the protagonist?"

…

Harry was floating in mid-air in despair, thinking hard in his mind, but couldn't think of a way to escape.

His life may end tonight. He will be brutally tortured by Voldemort, and then die miserably in a secret room that no one knows about, and his body will enter the belly of the basilisk...

"Kill him...I want to tear him apart and eat him...I'm very hungry, I want to hunt..."

A familiar hoarse whisper came from the front, and Harry suddenly woke up with goosebumps all over his body. He closed his eyes suddenly and opened his mouth, but did not remind Peter Pettigrew, who was still moving forward unaware. Since he had to die no matter what, he would rather take Pettigrew and die with him.

Thinking of this, he even felt a little trembling with excitement.

Peter Pettigrew hesitated and stopped. He heard a rustling sound coming from behind the corner in front of him, which made him alert. He raised the wand in his hand, but stepped back consciously, then turned around and ran back without hesitation.

At this time, the basilisk had already turned into the corridor, staring at the short and fat man in front of him with glaring yellow eyes. While muttering "Kill him" in its mouth, it arched its body in an offensive posture, and then sprinted over like an arrow from a string.

Just as Peter Pettigrew turned into the side passage, he turned around and saw a green giant snake rushing past the passage, rushing over without stopping. He clearly saw the bright green scales on the giant snake, and let out a scream of terror.

"Why is the basilisk here!" He turned his head and ran away with fear on his face. He almost saw the basilisk's eyes just now. The basilisk had already twisted its body and crawled into this corridor, chasing after him, its sharp fangs showing in its open mouth.

The spell that Peter Pettigrew released in a panic hit the basilisk's scales, only to scratch out sparks, which were then bounced elsewhere. The basilisk once again arched its body and attacked the short figure in front, easily biting through an invisible barrier, and its sharp fangs almost penetrated Peter's body.

Peter Pettigrew screamed and rolled away, and Harry, who was holding his hand, was also thrown aside by him. He didn't care about escaping with Harry, but just ran for his life. The attack just now made him realize that the basilisk really wanted to kill him.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, wrinkled his cheeks tightly, and secretly prayed in his heart that the basilisk would not notice him wrapped in the invisibility cloak. God seemed to have heard his prayers. He felt the basilisk swimming past him, brushing against his body and not staying by his side for a moment.

Peter Pettigrew's fearful screams echoed in front, and tears appeared in his watery little eyes. When the basilisk attacked again, his body quickly shrank and deformed, turning into a fat gray mouse in the blink of an eye, and quickly got into a mouse hole in the corner.

The basilisk wandered outside for a while, then swung its tail and returned along the same path.

Thanks to Baba Babatola for the 1,600 starting coins, giving tea to the boss (ω)