Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 200, 198. Banban is actually dead; now she is Banban's ghost?

"I like it, I really like it."

Ron wanted to say it out loud.

But this meant he would lose Banban, which put him in a difficult position.

"Brother D, does it have to be Banban?"

Ron said dejectedly.

He and Scabbers had already developed a bond; they had lived together for countless days and nights. No matter how much Ron liked Sniff, he would never trade it for another pet.

This is a matter of principle.

"Yes."

"Dali said with certainty."

"Scabbers was originally Charlie's (the Weasleys' second son) pet, then he gave it to Percy. The year before I enrolled at Hogwarts, Percy gave it to me."

"Although it was just an ordinary little mouse, it was Banban who kept me company during the years when I had no friends."

Ron cradled Spotty in his arms, gently stroking its glossy fur.

The listless Scabbers seemed to sense something, nuzzling Ron's hand with its head and even sticking out its little tongue to lick his fingers.

They looked completely like a master and his beloved.

"It was my first friend, and back then, my only friend."

As Ron spoke, he pulled Banban into his arms, gently kissed his forehead, and his tone gradually became firm and powerful.

"Brother D, if you ask me for Banban for any other reason, I'll give it to you without hesitation. But if it's to feed that big cat, I'm sorry, I can't give you my friend."

After Ron finished speaking, he closed his eyes, looking like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, cough cough, as if he were ready to die.

Never betray your friends.

"Not bad, not bad at all. If you had agreed right away, I would have looked down on you."

Dali clapped his hands lightly, his expression showing two parts praise, one part admiration, and seven parts hesitation.

Especially seeing Ron kiss Scabbers' forehead.

His expression became very subtle.

Hopefully, Ron can handle it later.

"You and Banban have such a good relationship."

"Of course, we eat, live, and sleep together; we are each other's closest partners, and this is our bond."

Ron rubbed his cheek against Banban again, and Banban responded in kind.

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After a strange and brief silence, Dudley spoke again: "Ron, there's something I feel I need to tell you."

"As far as I know, your pet mouse, Spotty, has lived in your home for twelve years, right?"

Yes, yes.

Ron nodded, not noticing anything amiss.

Dudley sighed. Hogwarts didn't teach biology; they didn't teach basic biological knowledge at all.

"Ron, a mouse, especially a fancy mouse, only lives for about 2-3 years."

His mottled beard trembled slightly, but he still looked half-dead.

Do you know what this means?

Dali then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.

"Does that mean Banban will live a long life?"

Ron answered blankly.

Dali:

"I mean, it's impossible for a fancy rat to live for 12 years. Even if it were long-lived, it would have died several years ago."

The dappled beard twitched more frequently.

"Brother D, what do you mean by that? Could it be...?"

Just when Dudley thought he had discovered the key to the problem.

"Sandman is actually dead; now he's a ghost?!"

Dali:

"Aren't you going to reveal your true form yet?"

Dudley simply ignored Ron and focused his gaze on Scabbers.

"I think maybe the Imperius Curse can make you tell the truth."

Dudley knows the Imperius Curse, but he doesn't know it at all, and no one taught him, but that doesn't stop him from using it to trick people.

"D-bro, what are you saying?!?!"

To Ron's astonishment, his chubby pet mouse, Spotty, began to swell rapidly, deforming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short while, it transformed into human form.

It was a man, short and stout, old and ugly, with a face covered in red bumps, especially his greasy, reflective head. Even from a distance, Ron could smell the strong odor of the man's scalp oil.

Peter Pettigrew.

"Banban." Ron was so startled that he sat down on the ground with a thud, muttering to himself.

How did D-bro use the Transfiguration Charm to turn Scabbers into a human? And the human is so ugly.

Peter had no idea what Ron was thinking and assumed he was terrified, so he immediately snatched Ron's wand.

Peter felt a sense of security only when he had the wand in his hand.

Especially when Dudley didn't have a wand.

"Dear Mr. Dursley, I meant no offense. Please believe me, I have no ill intentions."

Peter stammered, speaking eloquently, but his wand kept pointing at Dudley. He would cast a spell whenever Dudley showed the slightest abnormality. His small eyes were darting around, especially towards the door, as if he were afraid something might suddenly burst in.

Peter, disguised as Scabbers, stayed by Ron's side and knew very well what kind of person Dudley was.

He is exceptionally talented, perhaps the most outstanding young wizard in recent decades, even surpassing his contemporaries such as James and Sirius.

This is the kind of person who made even that arrogant Lucius suffer a loss in a head-on confrontation.

Fortunately, he was just a minor wizard and didn't have a wand yet.

And he, Peter Pettigrew, has a magic wand.

You must never give the other party any chance.

"Do nothing. Yes, that's good, just like that."

Seeing that the other party did not make any unusual movements, he thought that the other party was frightened by him. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but was also a little curious.

How did you find me?

Animagus is a perfect transformation method. Once transformed, it is no different from a normal animal, and ordinary wizards cannot detect the abnormality at all. For example, he stayed in the Weasley family for a full twelve years without anyone noticing.

Dudley glanced at him indifferently, remaining calmly seated in his chair, showing no intention of answering him.

"Alright, Mr. De Slye, let's just pretend this never happened."

He stopped hesitating and decisively raised his wand, intending to cast a forgetting spell on the two of them.

To be honest, even if he were discovered, he had no intention of killing the two of them.

On the one hand, killing someone at Hogwarts would be troublesome to deal with; on the other hand, he didn't believe the other party would know his identity. If they didn't know his identity, then there was no danger.

The best option is to make the two forget about this, so that he can continue to infiltrate Ron's inner circle.

Sirius Black is out there. Heaven knows where he's hiding, waiting for me to come out.

In comparison, Hogwarts is the safest place.

Normally, he would first fabricate a tragic backstory for himself and then use words to deceive the other party.

He's always been good at playing the victim.

But the situation is urgent now. There are countless Dementors outside, and Black is also watching closely. He doesn't have that much time.

"Forget everything"

(End of this chapter)