Hogwarts pet owl

Devon.

In a farm.

Peter Pettigrew slowly lowered his trembling hand holding the wand.

An old woman lay on the ground, silent.

Wormtail turned his head and said humbly to Black Mist:

"Master, I have proven my loyalty to you by killing my mother."

"What's the point of being loyal? You're just timid,"

Voldemort's words were emotionless;

"If you had somewhere else to go, you would never have come to my place in the first place."

Pettigrew's arched waist sank a little lower,

The black mist fluttered slightly,

"But you did make a contribution, so I will give you the reward you deserve."

Peter Pettigrew looked grateful and said:

"Thank you, master, thank you, master!"

"Hey!"

The sound of disembodiment came from outside the house, and Voldemort said to himself:

"This is Little Barty coming back. Our whereabouts were exposed before, and his mission may not go well. I hope the news he brings back won't be so bad."

"Wormtail, open the door."

"Yes, Master."

Voldemort was right, it was indeed Barty Crouch Jr. who came back.

His condition can't be said to be good——

The clothes on his body were in tatters, with mud spots and burn marks everywhere. His originally pretty face was almost half destroyed, exposing the white bones.

"Master, we failed - the Ministry of Magic was well prepared. If I hadn't fought my way out and escaped the coverage of the anti-Apparition device, I might have been left there."

Voldemort was silent for a long time, "Everyone is broken?"

"Yes, Master, everyone. Our people originally wanted to destroy the anti-Apparition device, but the Ministry of Magic prepared more than two sets in advance and arranged heavy guarding. We...we..."

"child,"

Voldemort's tone was very calm, completely different from the tone he used towards Peter Pettigrew.

"Don't be sad, I think there is a traitor among us. I have been away for too long, and some people may have forgotten who I am."

"Master, if you let me know who betrayed you, I will definitely tear off his head and give it to you!"

"No, no, no, don't get excited, kid, that's not important, as long as I regain my strength, everything will come back,"

Voldemort said,

"The most important thing now is the boy's blood, little Barty. I need you to sneak into Hogwarts and complete this mission."

"Yes! Master! I will not disappoint you again."

"Very good, I believe you can do it."

Black Mist made no move, but Peter Pettigrew felt that Voldemort was focusing on him at this moment.

"And you, Wormtail, I need you to get me some more live muggles, can you do that?"

"Of course, of course, my master!"

……

……

The end of the World Cup final means that a new semester is coming.

Like every year, the Weasley family went on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley.

Only this time, Molly has become accustomed to her "rich" status quo and will no longer be picky about Sosou.

New robes, new books, new cauldrons, all new and of the best quality.

"Mom, why do you want to buy us a dress? We can't usually wear this thing. Why don't you give me a few more Yinxico pocket money to buy this?"

Ron looked at the dress priced at dozens of gold galleons with a heartbroken look on his face.

Fred patted him on the shoulder,

"Dear Ronnie, if you can persuade Mum to increase your pocket money, George, Hermione and Errol will thank you - don't forget, your pocket money for the next three years will be ours!"

Ron Painmask Weasley.

"Baby, of course we have a reason to buy you a dress. You will know when the time comes."

Molly said with a smile, she looked to the other side,

"Oh, Ginny, darling, you look so beautiful in that outfit!"

"Elrol, why don't you pick something you like?"

Errol raised her head from the sofa and showed a big smile.

"Mom, I looked at the dresses here and they don't feel as good as the ones I wore when I received the Order of Merlin 3rd Class, so I'll forget about it."

"Oh, dear, we don't need to save money anymore. Thanks to you, the family is not short of money at all now..."

Errol really doesn't like the clothes in this store, and it has nothing to do with saving money.

"Alright alright,"

Seeing Errol's persistence, Molly didn't force it.

"But we are going to buy pets later, Errol, you must choose one!"

Errol nodded, it was better to accept her mother's kindness, otherwise she would keep asking her what she needed.

pet shop.

"Ah, look! It's so cute!"

Ron pointed to a barred-bellied little owl.

"She winked at me, Merlin's beard, Mum, she liked me!"

Molly nodded,

"Okay, Ron, if you like it, let's buy it."

Ron suddenly became confused,

"Although it's cute, I think it's better to forget it. The top of my head is reserved for Errol, and there is no room for other owls."

Errol: Huh?

"No, no, no, Brother Ron, buy it if you like it. I don't think other owls are willing to lie on your head."

It’s not that I’m unwilling, it’s actually that I don’t dare.

There is her aura there, what blind guy would dare to make a mistake?

"Ai Luoer, why don't you choose a pet? How about Puff Rong?"

Errol scanned the pet store.

Because the store cannot use cleaning spells to clean the store all the time, although the smell of the pet store here is much lighter than that of Muggle pet stores, the smell still lingers in the air.

So Errol decided to quickly choose a pet and get out of here.

"Ah, Errol, look! That owl looks like you!"

Ginny suddenly shouted.

"Where, where?"

Ron hugged his beloved little owl and left after hearing the sound.

"Really! This owl looks exactly like Errol!"

Errol walked over.

This is a great gray owl just like her. At this moment, it is looking at itself with its big eyes wide open and its head tilted.

Tsk, this clear stupidity.

"Cuckoo? Cuckoo?"

[Are you male or female? How old? 】

"Gurgling! Gurgling!"

【Female. Nine months. 】

"Yes, he does look a lot like me,"

Errol smiled and said,

"So she must be a smart bird, that's her, Mom."

Molly finally spent money for Errol, and she asked the clerk with a happy face:

"How much does this Great Great Owl cost?"

"Five gold galleons, madam."

Just as Molly was about to pay, she saw the store door being pushed open forcefully, and a very dignified-looking old lady walked in quickly.

She glanced around the store and immediately turned around and left.

Molly asked: "Isn't this Mrs. Longbottom? Did something happen?"

Mrs. Longbottom is the grandmother of Ron's classmate Neville Longbottom.

I saw the old lady looking anxious:

"Neville is gone! That kid is forgetful and I'm afraid he'll get lost!"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Longbottom, we will help you find it together."

As a mother, Molly naturally understands Mrs. Longbottom's mood.

The old woman's son and daughter-in-law were tortured to the point of losing their minds in order to fight against the Death Eaters, and they are still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital.

Now Neville was her only thought, and there was no room for loss.