if i am not me

The sun had already set behind the Forbidden Forest, and the afterglow sprinkled on the treetops little by little, leaving a slight warmth.A shrunken figure looked up at the sky that was gradually turning dark blue, his cloudy eyes were full of pain and panic.His trembling body was leaning against the tree trunk, but it seemed that he still couldn't support his short body. He was bent and deeply helpless at the same time.

His gaze moved towards the direction of the castle.He never thought he would be back here so soon, a place full of happy and painful memories.But even if he was unwilling in every possible way, he could not disobey the order of the person who he had found through untold hardships and could finally protect him.

Reluctantly closing his eyes, the hunchbacked figure adjusted his posture and then disappeared strangely into the gradually dimming environment around him. Only the slight and imperceptible noises from time to time proved that he was still there.

In the Slytherin dormitory, Harry and Draco giggled and clicked on the Marauder's Map in their hands, watching the names on it busily shuttle on the map.This is a small pastime for them when they are bored, and it is also a way to learn about everyone's usual movements-especially those key figures.

At this time, they were paying attention to Neville, because the words Ginny Weasley were clearly nestled next to his name.Draco looked at where the two were, raised the corners of his mouth, and tapped his finger on the map. "This kid really knows how to pick places." There was a large blank space around the name, and it seemed that Neville had found a good date.

Since this semester, Neville and Ginny have gotten closer and closer for all to see, except for Ron, of course.I don't know if this kid is intentional or unintentional. He is only a little bit better when dealing with his sister's relationship than when he is dealing with himself.

Scabbers is still missing, but due to the "interest group", the cold state between Ron and Hermione began to show signs of melting.Now the two names are sitting next to each other in the library, because Snape's assignment to Gryffindor exceeded their expectations again today.

Draco looked at the professors staying in their respective offices and Filch who kept passing through the secret passage, and glanced at the cabinet usually used to store the black books.Harry curled his lips and nodded understandingly. It seems that Ron and the others have no time to continue practicing tonight, and after turning over 20 pages of the black book, the progress is getting slower and slower. I dare not use it, it seems that I have to go to the secret room tonight.

After night fell completely, Draco and Harry had already made all the preparations, and now they just needed to wait for their dormmates to sleep soundly in bed.After eleven o'clock, amidst rustling sounds, Harry and Draco, who had long been accustomed to this year's irregular work and rest schedule, obediently lay down in their own soft beds.When the dormitory fell into silence again, Harry lightly took out the wand under the pillow and waved it skillfully. After a while, even snores replaced the original sounds made by each person due to flipping.

"Let's go!" After putting on his shoes, Harry pulled his hood tightly so that his face was completely immersed in the darkness, and walked out of the silent cellar together with the people around him.

As always, he got out of the secret passage and successfully reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. After a short muffled sound, the two figures disappeared into the night.The best cover for the darkness, so they failed to find a pair of cloudy eyes staring in amazement at the direction where they disappeared, and it took a long time to move the body hiding in the bushes and walk towards the secret passage when they came.

It wasn't until 4 o'clock in the morning that the exhausted Harry and Draco successfully turned the black book to the next page. Elementary spells didn't seem to account for much in the black book, and many spells were only slightly mentioned and attached. Short description.It is also because of this that they can start to involve the theory of intermediate spells in a short period of time. Different from the brief introduction to elementary spells, each intermediate spell has a huge amount of explanation, and many of them are still very new in today's eyes. The theory made the two couldn't help but marvel at Slytherin's amazing talent.If it weren't for his weird character, maybe the name of SalazarSlytherin would have a different description in history.

Dragging their heavy bodies, the two returned to the entrance of the secret passage outside the Hogwarts campus. After looking around vigilantly, they quietly entered the perfectly concealed door.After entering the school area, Harry took out a piece of parchment from his arms and tapped it with his wand, and the map of Hogwarts appeared on the paper.Each of the above names stayed quietly in their respective bedrooms, including Filch who often came out to walk around from time to time. With the faint light from the wand, they saw the slightly raised corners of each other's mouths under the hoods.

Suddenly, Draco's eyes flashed, and his finger pointed to a name that was moving slowly on the map.Harry was slightly surprised to get a hint from Draco, although nocturnal travel was not their specialty.

He was stunned when he really saw the name clearly. He never imagined that this name would appear in Hogwarts—Peter Pedilou, or you could call him Scabbers.

Sensing Harry's strange reaction, Draco gently put his hand on Harry's shoulder and shook it. He didn't understand why it was just a name that made Harry a little strange, unless, this name had something special meaning.Drake once again focused his attention on that name, P_e_t_e_rP_e_t_t_i_g_r_e_w! Peter Pediru, a very common and unfamiliar name, does it have any connection with Harry?

And now Harry didn't care about what was going on in Draco's mind, he was full of reasons why Wormtail was here.What kind of situation made this man who wished to live a fair life sneak back to Hogwarts, did he not find his master?From the time point of view, Wormtail only sneaked into Hogwarts tonight, because they didn't see the name in the evening, the name he had been paying attention to.

Perhaps, they passed by tonight...

Clenching the wand tightly in his hand, Harry tried hard to calm down the thoughts that were turning in his heart, glanced at the puzzled Draco next to him, and he twitched the corners of his mouth to signal that they could leave here.After all, to Draco, that name was just a stranger who wandered through Hogwarts at night like them.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he returned to the dormitory with Draco, and Harry returned to his bed after absent-mindedly washing up.Touching the wand under the pillow, Harry finally cast a few spells silently. After hearing Draco's even breathing, Harry tiptoedly took out the Marauder's Map that had just been put back in the cabinet, and clicked on it again. .Sure enough, that name did return to Hogwarts, secretly hiding in the kitchen... It seems that he doesn't intend to come back as Scabbers, so what purpose does he have?

The next day was sunny and sunny, and both Harry and Draco seemed to have forgotten about last night's episode.Classes, practice, Quidditch are still the focus of their lives, and everything seems to be the same as before.Before eleven o'clock in the evening, Harry and Draco got under the covers as usual and began to study those obscure magic spells until sleepiness flooded in.

"Okay, let's get here first tonight and have a good rest." Yawning, Harry closed the black book, lifted the covers and left Draco's bed, looking extremely tired.Draco's face was also full of tiredness, he nodded with a grunt and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, as if he didn't even want to open his eyes.

Lying back on his own bed, Harry, who looked extremely sleepy at first, opened his green eyes soberly. He breathed lightly, just like everyone in the dormitory.In the darkness, there were occasional unintelligible dream talks from someone, and Harry just waited quietly, waiting for the moment when that person would relax.Suddenly, the hands that had been holding the wand tightly cast a stunning spell in Draco's direction with unmatched swiftness, like a wolf waiting to rip the throat of its prey.

Breathing out a foul breath, Harry quickly put on his clothes, took out the Marauder's Map, cast a few spells on himself, hid himself in the hood and left the cellar.

In the same darkness, a pair of blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the curtain, and carefully adjusted his breathing until all the noise disappeared behind the closed door.Counting the time for Harry to leave, Draco sat up from the bed, opened the curtains and faced the silence of the room.Slowly taking out his wand from under the pillow, Draco withdrew the defensive spell he had cast this morning when Harry wasn't paying attention, and at the same time, a barely audible sigh sounded faintly for a long time.

Walking in the empty corridor, Harry's figure blended into the shadows strangely.

Approaching the abandoned classroom in front of him as if floating, Harry watched Wormtail's name and stayed quietly in a corner of the classroom, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and a murderous intent flashed in his green eyes .

What keeps you coming back?Harry put the map in his arms, pursing his lips.It's best not to do what he guessed, otherwise, the current him would not mind or fear that his hands would be stained with that dirty blood.

Unknowingly waving the wand in his hand, Harry cast a sound-proof spell to isolate the classroom.Although it seemed unnecessary and a waste of his own little magic power, years of war experience made Harry used to pay attention to every tiny detail before making a move.He had learned in blood that sometimes the details could make the difference in a battle.

If given a choice, Harry would never choose to do it at Hogwarts, because there are too many things to consider.The most important thing is the protective magic of the castle itself. Those complicated and ancient magics tend to weaken or even limit the use of certain spells invisibly.Therefore, even if Harry didn't want to, he could only cast a sound-proof spell on this classroom at this time.After all, he didn't want to and couldn't draw unnecessary attention to himself because of Wormtail.The holly wood wand in his hand seemed to feel the master's state of mind began to tremble slightly, and the powerful magic power flowed back and forth during it, allowing its master to smoothly release any spell he wanted to cast.

The spell that had already been ready to be fired shot towards the direction of the name at the moment the door was opened. It was an area magic that consumes extremely mana but could perfectly trap the target.Although it has not been used for a long time, Harry is still confident that Wormtail is impossible to escape, unless he is confident that his ability is better than his master - Voldemort.Of course, when he closed the door and walked towards the name that was still in the corner, he saw a dirty mouse looking at him in horror with small watery eyes.

Staring at Wormtail coldly, Harry knew that the Animagus form was not the best state to extract a confession, but it didn't bother him.Mechanically raised his wand and pointed it at Wormtail's shivering body, Harry's wand emitted a blue-white light.Soon, Wormtail, shrouded in light, hung in mid-air, and its dirty body began to twist and twist crazily in the air.When he fell to the ground, a head slowly appeared, and then his limbs, and the body that was originally the size of a mouse gradually swelled.

After a long time, a man was lying on the spot where the mouse dropped just now. His light-colored hair was thin and unkempt, and a large bald spot on the top of his head made him look ridiculous. His round head was so dirty that his facial features could not be seen clearly. But a pair of small watery eyes and a pointed nose clearly have the characteristics of a mouse.His hands and feet were bound by Harry's magic and he couldn't move, but the horror in Wormtail's eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.Harry looked at him and smiled contemptuously. The man in front of him was so familiar, but this man hadn't changed at all, and he still disgusted him so much.

Not planning to say anything more, Harry pointed at Wormtail with his wand, "Legilimens! (Legilimens)"

Wormtail was terrified to death. Although the man hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't know the other party's emotions because of the oversized hood, he knew that in the other party's eyes, he was just a person who could do anything at any time. An existence that was crushed to death like a bug.Because he was in a state of being suppressed from the very beginning, and he was completely subdued before he even had the thought of resisting.However, this was not enough to scare him so much. What really frightened him was that the other party knew clearly that he was an Animagus—this should have been a very small number of people, not even Dumbledore. Know the secret.

At the moment when he was dazed, the mysterious man made a sudden move, completely controlling him who was not prepared to resist by the spell.In an instant, he felt that the surrounding scenery flickered and disappeared in front of his eyes, and one after another black and white or color pictures flashed in his mind like a movie.

"No...don't..." Wormtail wanted to scream, but now he couldn't see anything, nor could he hear any sound he made.

Who is he?

Wormtail saw his childhood self cowering behind his mother, walking towards platform nine and three quarters to the right.

Why does it feel familiar?

Unruly and mischievous, James and Sirius held out their hands to themselves, saying they were friends now.

Why do I need my memory...

In the distance, James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily stood under the tree and waved to him. Lily was holding a cute boy in her arms, looking at him with green eyes as beautiful and clear as his mother's, with a small mouth He moved slightly.Wormtail seemed to hear that childish voice again.

"Pi... Uncle Ta..."

The author has something to say: "Pi... Uncle Ta..."

Well, I admit, I was really spoofing at the beginning.Looking at it now, it is still so gratifying to me, poof!