The Return to Hogwarts

Compared to Sirius before the misunderstanding was cleared up, Amosta believed that Peter was the more dangerous one.

He was like a highly patient venomous snake lurking in a dark cave, an excellent hunter who waited patiently for his unsuspecting prey to pass by, and then delivered a fatal blow when the prey lowered its guard.

Amos Tower didn't know what Peter's fate would have been in this school year in the original timeline, but if he had to judge, without the protagonist's halo, a young wizard like Harry, even with the addition of the reckless Sirius Black and the somewhat unsatisfactory Remus at crucial moments, might have been wiped out by a wizard like Peter.

Of course, this is assuming Dumbledore doesn't interfere secretly.

The Hogwarts headmaster, whom everyone revered, did indeed have lofty beliefs, but he was also a complete schemer.

After all that fuss, Peter seemed to finally realize that tonight, like the past two months, was safe. He squeaked a few times, and then Malfoy took out lemon meringues and browned pork chops wrapped in a napkin from his pocket.

"Today, my father visited Professor Blaine through Professor Snape—"

Malfoy faithfully fulfilled his duty as an informant, telling Scabbers the whole story of what had happened that day.

I wasn't present when they spoke, but later Professor Blaine told Professor Snape that my father hoped Professor Blaine could help resolve a little trouble—

How did Lucius end up seeking Amosta Blaine's help to resolve his troubles?

Banban stopped eating and his brain raced, but he soon realized that he didn't need to guess at all.

Squeak! (Translation: Tell me everything you know!)

"--At the end of July last year, Greyback broke into my house with several werewolves, threatening my father with my mother's and my lives. I overheard my parents' conversation. Greyback threatened my father with my mother's and my safety, hoping that my father would help him find a wizard named Golden Viper."

squeak!

A sudden realization dawned on the mouse's small, spotted eyes.

Although it hadn't been active in the wizarding world for a long time, it could still hear some very valuable things from Arthur Weasley when it was at the Weasley's house.

Arthur Weasley wouldn't talk about the underworld in front of his children, but he would occasionally share stories about it with his wife when they were alone. He had indeed heard the name 'Golden Viper' from their conversations and knew about his conflict with the werewolves!

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But why did Lucius approach Amosta Blaine?

Banban held the meringue in his little paws, munching away while racking his brains over the problem. But even after he finished the sweet meringue, he still hadn't figured it out.

But as Banban reached for the pork chop, its movements suddenly froze.

Why should he waste his energy thinking about this? No matter how much hatred there was between that Golden Viper and Fenrir Greyback, and no matter why Lucius Malfoy approached Amostra Blaine, this matter had nothing to do with him, a Bronze Nate.

Sirius is still lurking in the shadows, watching him with predatory intent. What he should be worried about is how to bring Sirius down as soon as possible!

Having hidden in the owl's hut for so long, Scabbers is no longer as terrified as he was at the beginning.

Lately, he's been thinking about this question: why did he have to wait for Sirius to come to him? Why did he have to fall into the hands of the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore instead of killing Sirius? If he could just make Sirius unable to speak forever, he could live a safe and carefree life again!

But what should we do?

Just as Sirius Black couldn't pinpoint his location, Scabbers couldn't either. The two were like hunters in a dark, forbidden forest, lurking in the shadows waiting for the other to reveal his position. If one of them showed his true colors first, then death would embrace him first.

Malfoy was still standing there, dumbfounded, while Scabbers darted back under the shelf and, a moment later, dragged out a folded piece of parchment.

Banban spread the hard-won parchment on the ground, jumped onto it, and carefully examined the names that were walking around on the paper by the bright moonlight.

Amosta, who was hanging outside the window, twitched his eyelids and immediately knew what this thing was.

The Marauder's Map—this is the very thing Sirius and Remus were talking about, the thing the four of them made while they were in school. Before they left school, this magical parchment was confiscated by Filch. Amostella had ordered Filch to find the map, but to no avail.

Unexpectedly, the map had somehow ended up in Peter Pettigrew's hands.

He's a real talent!

The thought flashed through Amosta's mind: if it weren't for a twist of fate, catching this cunning fellow would probably not have been so easy.

Having read this far, Amosta lost interest in continuing. He raised his wand, preparing to subdue Peter, who was searching for something on the Marauder's Map. His next step was to call Dumbledore back to the school to explain everything, have the Ministry of Magic conduct a public trial, and then make the matter public to put an end to the matter.

However, the moment the wand was raised, Amosta froze. He stood with his back to the moonlight, his eyes hesitating for a few seconds before becoming unfathomable.

Scabbers remained focused on searching the map, and with a little thought, Amosta knew that Peter was definitely trying to find Sirius.

High in the sky, the gale swept up the remaining clouds, and the bright moonlight gradually became gentle.

A drop of ink-like liquid appeared at the tip of Amostella's wand as she slowly lowered it. Under the influence of gravity, the liquid slowly detached from the wand, but instead of landing on the ground thousands of feet away, it transformed into a black tadpole in mid-air.

The tadpole's swaying tail created faint ripples in the air. As if it were truly swimming in water, it silently swam into the window opening, appearing behind Banban under the cover of weeds and feathers, and then merged with Banban's tail.

Banban only felt a cool sensation on his tail. He turned his head and wagged his tail in confusion. Seeing that nothing was wrong, he ignored it.

It was late at night. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been sent back by Scabbers, while Sirius remained crouched in a hidden corner, intently studying the map. The darkness provided the best cover; if Sirius wanted to infiltrate Hogwarts, he would definitely choose to act at night.

Since he got the map, he has been resting during the day and monitoring Hogwarts at night using the Marauder's Map.

However, the Marauder's Map is not omnipotent. For example, Amosta Blaine, Bambi already knew he had returned to school, but he could never find his name on the map.

These gifted wizards can always do things that ordinary people like them can't even imagine. Peter thought to himself, thankfully, Sirius isn't that capable.

What should we do?

As night deepened, Banban stopped trying so hard to disguise himself. His dark, beady eyes, which were lying on the Marauder's Map with his limbs outstretched and facing the hazy moonlight, kept gleaming.

He needs to find Sirius Black and then figure out a way to kill him.

Neither of these two points are currently so simple.

Even if he found Sirius Black, he couldn't possibly have a grand showdown with him. In that case, it would be hard to say who would kill whom. Of course, he couldn't proactively write a letter of complaint to the Ministry of Magic, or run up to the group of Dementors at the school gate and shout at those terrifying creatures that he had found Black.

He needs to get rid of Black through someone else's hands, but certainly not through Albus Dumbledore or Amostau Blaine, neither of whom are under his control.

Well, the best-case scenario is...

Suddenly, Peter, who was lying on the ground, shuddered and sprang to his feet. He nimbly climbed onto the windowsill, his gaze passing through Amosta's body, who was less than ten feet away from him, and looked at the dark forest with a thoughtful expression.

Having already devised another plan, Amosta was no longer in a hurry. He crossed his arms, wanting to see what tricks Peter Pettigrew was up to.

After thinking for several minutes, Peter suddenly took action. He turned around, jumped off the windowsill, and darted under the shelf, disappearing into a hole in the rock wall.

Amostella sensed that Scabbers' location was rapidly sinking. He was probably like the basilisk from last year, using the pipes that had been pre-installed in the walls when Hogwarts was first built. This was not unexpected; it was perfectly normal for a rat to hide in a sewer pipe.

Just a few dozen seconds later, Amosta saw Scabbers descend to the first floor of the castle and run toward the lawn.

Banban's movements were now like a bright lantern in the deep night to Amosta. He swooped down from the eighth floor and easily spotted Peter, whose limbs moved in afterimages. Then, like a ghost, he fell behind him.

A dim light shone from Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Beside it, in a vegetable patch badly infested with insects, Buckbeak tucked his head under his wing and slept soundly.

Banban did not linger at the edge of the forbidden forest for long. After roughly determining the direction, he darted directly into the vine-covered forbidden forest.

What, trying to escape?

Amosta raised an eyebrow, his gaze following Banban as it swiftly made its way into the Forbidden Forest through the withered branches and leaves.

It was winter, and the magical creatures living in the Forbidden Forest were not active. A considerable number of them hibernated in their respective habitats. After rapidly venturing into the Forbidden Forest for half an hour, a large, extremely primitive village appeared before Amosta's eyes.

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This is a peaceful and tranquil village. In a large, flat area, many thatched-roof wooden houses are scattered. Horsemen carrying wooden guns and bows and arrows walk on the crisscrossing stone paths, warily observing everything around them.

Centaur tribe?

Banban was clearly not here for the first time. After confirming his location through the tribe's encampment, he changed direction and left in a hurry. Amosta, who had already marked Banban, was not in a hurry to leave. He looked around the square in the center of the village with great interest.

There, a dozen or so aged centaur elders were performing divination. They surrounded a blazing fire, occasionally tossing handfuls of sage and mallow into the flames. The moment the originally crimson flames came into contact with these herbs, the flickering flames suddenly turned a mysterious green, and at the same time, a strange magic was brewing in the void.

Centaurs have always been known in the wizarding world for their divination skills. Before coming into contact with the Druids and the four founding members of Hogwarts, Amosta did not value this branch of magic.

Because this skill requires too much talent, ordinary wizards have no chance of mastering it. Even Professor Trelawney, who teaches this course at Hogwarts, is nothing more than a charlatan who relies on the reputation of his predecessors.

Most importantly, the future you can see is just one of countless splashes in the long river of time, and the outcome you predict may be very different from the actual future.

However, after his trip to Avalon Island, his views on the subject changed somewhat.

"Hmm, how about we ask the horseman to come over and tell our fortunes when we have some free time?"

Amosta pondered.

While he was still in a daze, Peter had already darted a considerable distance away. Amostah didn't linger any longer and, without alerting the centaurs patrolling around the village, silently slipped away like a ghost.

The area inhabited by the centaurs could be considered the depths of the Forbidden Forest. It was a dark and secluded place, with towering, dark trees that gave people an indescribable sense of oppression. In the darkness, some kings among magical creatures lurked. At the top of the food chain, they were born with a sense of perception that ordinary wizards did not have. When Amostra passed by them like the wind, some of them could even vaguely sense something.

However, whenever they were about to follow their instincts and pursue the enemy, a sudden, chilling killing intent and an overwhelming pressure would always make them hesitate.

Ten minutes later, Amosta finally caught up with Banban.

Its swift, sprawling branches leap through the forest, using the thin vines that twine around the trees to dart about, its agility is almost unbelievable.

Here, the land begins to undulate, no longer as flat as a plain, and the occasional brown or yellow hills stand out starkly against the dark sea of ​​forest.

Looking back, the towering Hogwarts Castle had become a faint black streak in the distance.

Banban slowed down, disguising itself as an ordinary mouse foraging for food, humbly crawling among the rotting leaves, nibbling at a berry that had fallen from the tree.

Amosta floated in mid-air expressionlessly, his gaze shifting from Banban to a rocky mountain half a mile away, then moving closer to the decaying tree cavities at the roots of some tall trees.

boom!

A crisp popping sound suddenly rang out in the deep, tranquil forest, and two figures dressed in black robes in the style of the underworld pushed through the thick, impenetrable darkness and appeared in Amosta's line of sight.

In reality, a man threw the broken tree branch key on the ground and, along with his companion, dragged a Muggle-dressed person who had already lost all signs of life towards the rocky mountain.