Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

He wasn't sure if this was possible, but Peter was right in front of him, in this cabin, and he had to catch the traitor no matter what.

What followed was a surprising result. A mouse actually flew out from under Hagrid's cabinet by the fireplace. Just as Gray was about to catch it, a black figure suddenly jumped on the table and knocked him over. On the ground.

"Ya Ya! Ya Ya, calm down!" Hagrid pulled Ya Ya off the table, and the teacups on the table were scattered all over the floor.

Gray sat up and quickly scanned the ground. There were no mice.

Fang roared fiercely, barked lowly, and panted heavily. There was something in his mouth. Gray looked closer and saw that it was the rat.Even though Hagrid grabbed Fang desperately, its head was still swinging hard, wanting to tear the mouse into pieces.

"Let him go!" Gray shouted, picking up his wand from the ground.

But before Gray could stand up, the mouse was eaten alive by his teeth.

Gray was stunned. He stared blankly at the crazy hound, and even wanted to open its mouth, reach in and take out the mouse.

"My Merlin!" Hagrid opened his mouth in surprise, "What are you doing, Yaya!"

Finally, Hagrid force-fed half a bucket of tranquilizing potion into Fang, and it finally calmed down and returned to normal.

"Fang has never been like this before." Hagrid wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It has been acting strange recently... maybe you are right, maybe it really has something to do with mice?"

But Gray couldn't listen to what Hagrid said at all. He was thinking about what to do next if Peter died...and died without leaving any evidence.

Hagrid looked at Gray as if he had lost his soul.

"Gray?" Hagrid shook his shoulders, "Are you okay?"

"The mouse is flying!" Greedo hoped that another one would fly out, and one of its toes was broken, but this time there was no gain.

"Don't fly here, Gray, I can't take it anymore." Hagrid glanced at the sleeping Yaya worriedly, "Yaya can't take it anymore either."

No, there's hope, maybe that mouse wasn't Peter after all.

Hagrid made him another cup of hot tea, and when he saw Gray come to his senses, he let him leave with confidence.Gray left Hagrid's hut and opened the Marauder's Map again. Peter Pellum's name was no longer there.He felt that he had to face this fact, but he didn't know how to explain it to Sirius yet.

what should I do now.

Gray raised his head and looked at the night sky, which was full of stars. Everything looked so beautiful and peaceful. No one knew what what had just happened meant to Gray.

No, you still have to look at the map carefully.But at this moment, an owl broke into his field of vision. The owl's cry spread far in the quiet night. It flew very high and seemed to have no intention of landing, hovering in a circle above Gray's head. Finally, a letter fell from the sky.

Gray caught the letter. To be precise, it was just a piece of paper folded in half. He opened it and tried to make out the handwriting with the help of the moonlight.

"Wes Editorial, Claire Danger."

Not signed.

Gray looked at these few words in shock. He felt the blood rush to his head. He was already thinking about countless possibilities. He messed up this thing. He couldn't lose Claire as his companion again.Gray rushed to the door as fast as he could, used the unlocking spell to unlock Filch's carefully designed door lock, walked out of Hogwarts, and immediately apparated into the night.

……

Gray's feet landed on the solid slate tiles, and the lights in the newsroom were still on. He clenched his wand, took a deep breath, and opened the door with a bang.

"So you are defensive..." The conversation inside the door was interrupted.

Gray saw dozens of books scattered on the ground, a bookshelf that had been chopped in half diagonally and fell to the ground, and several people standing in the room.

Gray looked over and saw that Claire's golden hair was the most conspicuous. She was covering one side of her forehead with a silk scarf. She looked at Gray in surprise. Standing next to her was also a familiar figure - Arnold. Behind Arnold was another person. The two of them looked like they were from the Ministry of Magic.

"Gray?" Arnold looked at him in surprise.

"Are you... here to open the door?" Claire retracted her surprised look.

"I...I'm here..." Gray was a little incoherent. From Peter's incident to now, he has experienced too much in a short period of time, and he can no longer react.

"Are you okay?" Gray spent a long time organizing his words, and finally only asked this sentence. .

"It's okay." Blood oozed from the silk scarf in Claire's hand.

Gray turned his questioning eyes to Arnold again.

"Miss Weisman just called for emergency help. I came here after receiving the news from the Ministry of Magic." Arnold said, "She was just attacked and the attacker has been caught."

He pointed to the corner behind him next to two Ministry of Magic employees. There was a man huddled in a dark blue cloak, his hands and feet tied tightly.

"Fortunately, Miss Weisman fought back against the attacker in time. She only suffered some minor injuries. I'm currently investigating the transcript," Arnold looked at Gray, "Speaking of which, you..."

"Someone wrote to me saying Claire was in danger," Gray said.

Claire frowned and squinted her eyes. Gray couldn't tell whether it was because of pain or because he heard what he said. Arnold's eyes wandered between the two of them two or three times, seeming a little at a loss, and finally The silence was broken by Claire.

"Mr. Arnold Peacegood, it's a bit presumptuous, but could you please improve your efficiency? I've been bleeding." Claire said impatiently, "I kept the wound to preserve evidence, otherwise it would have healed long ago. It’s as good as ever.”

Arnold pouted, and Gray saw that he wanted to retaliate. Normally, he would have retaliate ten times as hard, but now due to work status, he could only endure it.

"Then tell me how you were attacked!" Arnold said.

"Two and ten minutes ago, when I was about to leave the editorial office, I noticed an unusual figure at the door. I was about to close the door to the hall and return to the fireplace to use Floo powder, when a severing spell came through the crack in the door. I blocked it and bounced against the bookshelf at the door, and the falling glass hurt my face."

"And the attackers broke in?" Arnold asked.

"The man rushed in from the door and was hit by me with a sleeping spell. Then I used Floo powder to reach the mailroom of the Magical Law Enforcement Investigation Team, and then you came."

Arnold nodded and looked at a pool of sticky dark green unknown liquid on the carpet at the door: "Actually, I was very curious when I came in just now, what is that? That thing stuck to the sole of my shoe."

Claire glanced at Gray quickly while Arnold's eyes were still on the soles of his shoes.Gray realized that it should be the polyjuice potion they brewed.

"It looks like a semi-finished product of Polyjuice Potion, Miss Weisman," Arnold walked to the door and knelt down to take a closer look. "If it is, then you have to explain. Polyjuice Potion is considered a semi-contraband here. .”

"It looks a bit similar," Claire said without changing her expression. "However, this is a new potion I made through my recent research. Through cooperation with Mr. Morris, I mixed herbs and crystal stones."

Arnold looked at Gray dubiously.

"That's right. The product is still in the development stage, and the formula cannot be disclosed." Gray moved closer and put his arm on Arnold's shoulders. "This thing has nothing to do with this raid. It is just to make some extra income privately."

"I didn't expect you to start a side job..." Arnold muttered and straightened his tie, "Okay, we've almost asked the question clearly. We have to take the attacker away for interrogation. I'll let you know what happens next. , Miss Weisman.”

Gray saw a man in a navy blue cloak for the first time, and he was probably a member of the French gang. He had to ask clearly and must not let this opportunity slip away.

"Wait, Arnold, why did you become a hitter? Aren't you a memory canceller?" Gray stopped him.

"I've been working hard as a hitter, just to get rid of Hill's rigidity," Arnold said.

Claire raised her eyebrows and glanced at Arnold with a half-smile.

"Moreover, I am now a part-time striker. The Magical Law Enforcement Team said that I can get an additional subsidy, which is half the minimum basic salary - an additional 350 Galleons per month." Arnold looked proud.

"One person is doing the work of two people without having to pay double the salary, and he is still complacent about thinking that 350 Galleons is an extra subsidy..." Gray said helplessly, "Capitalists like you like this..."

"Capitalist?" Arnold didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Don't worry about it, Ani," Gray leaned closer, "Claire and I want to talk to this attacker alone. Can you give us a moment?"

"That won't work. We have to hand him over to the Prosecution Department for trial." Arnold glanced at the two colleagues standing behind him with some hesitation, and whispered: "It's my first time to go out with them, so I don't know them well. …”

"Isn't this kid's behavior really infected by Hill?" Gray deliberately provoked him.

"How is this possible?!" Arnold pushed away Gray's arm on his shoulders dissatisfied, "Wait!"

Finally, Arnold sent the two colleagues away on the grounds that the attacker needed coordination.

"You have to hurry up, although I don't know what you are going to do... We can't wait outside for long." Arnold finally closed the door.