A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 452 Scabbers is not Peter!

In the Gryffindor public restrooms,

The water is flowing gurglingly!

After washing for ten minutes, Harry finally got rid of the stench completely.

Harry felt like he was having a run of bad luck lately.

A Quidditch match ends in an encounter with a Dementor; Professor McGonagall confiscates a Christmas present, a Firebolt; and while catching up on sleep in his dorm, he gets hit by a Peeves's dung ball.

What terrible luck!

The one truly stuck with misfortune isn't Ron, it's me, isn't it?!

"Mmm...ahhh!"

Harry practiced his voice professionally, feeling that his throat was open, and then listened to the sounds from the lounge.

no one!

There's definitely no one here; the students have all gone home, and Professor McGonagall won't be coming. Ron left his dorm early this morning for the library and won't be back anytime soon.

Harry gripped the showerhead in his left hand and the soap in his right, and began to secretly let loose, trying his best to scream:

"Ah ha! I'll love you even if it kills me!"

"Kissing non-stop for three days and three nights in the middle of the night!"

Ahh~

After belting out his dolphin-like high notes, Harry, feeling quite pleased with himself, practiced how to confess his feelings to the crushed soap.

"Qiu, there's something I've always wanted to tell you... No, my tone isn't strong enough..."

"Autumn, be with me, this is my request for life!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Harry was so startled that his little hand trembled, and the soap slipped to the ground.

"Ron, is that you? Where have you been? You weren't here all morning. Do you want to take a shower? Come on, let's go together!"

Harry blurted out something without thinking, not even knowing what he was saying, and tried to cover up his embarrassment.

No one knows he likes Qiu yet, so we can't let it get out.

"It's me! Potter!"

boom!

The sound of slipping was heard, followed by a heavy thud on the floor.

He rubbed himself as he stood up.

Stepping on the soap,

I slipped again.

He did a big split!

After several impacts, Professor McGonagall stood at the bathroom door, frowning as she asked, "Potter, are you alright?"

"No...it's nothing...it's just that the floor is a little slippery."

Five minutes later, Harry, bruised and battered from the fall, finally got dressed and opened the bathroom door.

"Professor McGonagall, what brings you here? Is there something you need?" Harry asked awkwardly.

Professor McGonagall crossed her thin arms over her chest, her gaze fixed on Harry through her square spectacles.

"Where is Mr. Weasley? I need to speak with him."

"Oh, Ron." Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it wasn't for him.

"He went to the library to study early this morning."

Professor McGonagall nodded, then said sternly, "Harry, even if there's no one in the common room, you still need to keep things under control."

Your singing is off-key; it's practically singing Slytherin.

"..."

"Also, confessing your feelings is a skill, I think..." Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, "your lines just now were really lame."

No girl will talk to you!

Harry's face turned bright red.

Gone,

I am socially dead!

He had only one thing on his mind right now: which building at Hogwarts was the tallest, so that if he jumped down, he could die... more thoroughly.

Professor McGonagall turned and walked toward the library.

Harry paused for a few seconds and followed, trying to throw caution to the wind and ask Professor McGonagall for some... unconventional ways of confessing his feelings.

"Professor, how's the inspection of the Firebolt going?" Harry didn't ask directly, but instead asked indirectly.

"It's proceeding in an orderly manner, don't rush it," Professor McGonagall said with a serious expression.

"By the way, has anything unusual happened in your dorm lately?"

"Nothing unusual, right?" Harry thought for two seconds and shook his head.

The only unusual thing is that his sleep quality is better.

In the past, late at night:

Ron's snoring was incessant, the grinding of his teeth kept a rhythm; Neville's sleep talking added to the atmosphere, and Rafer's croaking was loud and clear.

Since the holidays started, Neville brought Rafer home, and Ron suddenly stopped snoring, but picked up Spotty's teeth-grinding habit.

He was a little unaccustomed to the sudden quiet in the dormitory.

"Yes, be careful. Blake might sneak into the school again," Professor McGonagall advised.

Before they even reached the library, the two ran into Ron, who was returning.

"Where have you been, Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall squinted at Ron.

"I was doing my homework at the library, and then I went to visit Hagrid, but he wasn't home," Ron said, looking confused.

"What happened? Is Blake here again?"

"No," Professor McGonagall explained. "Your parents are here to take you to Romania to visit your second brother, Charlie."

"Come with me to the principal's office now, let's go."

"Charlie... what happened to him?" Ron asked anxiously.

"It's nothing. He just discovered the skeleton of a pterosaur, an ancient mythical creature, and wants you to take a look."

Professor McGonagall rarely lies, but at this moment it seemed like a natural skill; she could lie without hesitation and used it with great proficiency.

"By the way, I might be staying for a vacation. Is there anything you want to take with you?" McGonagall casually mentioned.

"You don't need to take the clothes, but do you need to bring any pets like owls?"

"I don't... I don't have an owl." Ron patted his shirt pocket and said, "I only have a spotted mouse, and it's on me."

Professor McGonagall nodded, glancing discreetly at the bulging pocket.

"What happened to your face?" Ron and Harry whispered, deliberately falling behind.

"Nothing much, I just had a big fight with Peeves," Harry said awkwardly, trying to cover it up. "Have you finished your homework?"

"No, not at all. I know each word individually, but when they're put together, I have no idea what they're saying."

Ron gave off a look of a complete academic failure.

"Waiting for Hermione to come back and copy her?" Harry whispered.

"Forget it, she won't let us copy. Buying homework is more reliable," Ron whispered.

Akali's Mystery Shop's answer key business has been entirely transferred to Lee. Now, he's the one who's getting all the answers for Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron are already used to buying it.

"You went to Hagrid's?" Harry asked curiously.

Ron hasn't been to Hagrid's place in a long time because he saw the big black guy and considered it an ominous sign.

"Yeah, I suddenly felt like visiting him, but he wasn't home. I found a groundhog in his pumpkin patch," Ron said, beaming.

"Groundhog?"

"Yes, I'm going to adopt," Ron said.

"Banban is getting old and dying, and I can't afford an owl, so a groundhog as a pet would be nice."

"I can give you an owl, brother." Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder.

"It's alright, I love mice the most." Ron smiled sincerely.

The three of them quickly arrived at the principal's office.

The Weasleys were not in the office; only Dumbledore, Lupin, and William in the two-way mirror were present.

"Where are my mom and dad?" Ron looked around. "Weren't we supposed to be going to Romania?"

Professor McGonagall closed the wooden door and said seriously, "We'll talk about that later. Now, Mr. Weasley, where's your rat, Scabbers?"

Can I take a look at it?

Everyone stared at Ron, who took two steps back in fear.

Ron hesitated, then reached into his pocket. Scabbers appeared, shaking violently.

Ron had to grab the long, bald tail to prevent it from escaping.

Everyone picked up their wands, including Dumbledore.

"What's wrong?" Ron was startled, holding Banban closer to himself, looking very scared.

"Did Banban chew up something important?"

"It might be an Animagus," Lupin said, "whose name is Peter Pettigrew."

Harry and Ron looked at each other in bewilderment.

Harry said with difficulty, "Peter Pettigrew is dead! He was killed by Black twelve years ago!"

"That's right." Ron seemed terrified, his face as pale as Lupin's.

He clenched his fists, and the spot on his hand screamed in pain like a little pig, struggling to escape.

"This mouse has lived in your house for twelve years, hasn't it?" Lupin said. "Didn't you ever wonder how it could live so long?"

"We...we've been taking good care of it!" Ron argued.

"But it doesn't look too good right now, does it?" Lupin said. "I guess it's been losing weight ever since it heard Blake escaped..."

"It was scared by that mad cat from Crook Hill!" Ron said angrily.

Hermione in the mirror snorted.

She said Banban was acting strangely. Otherwise, why would Crookshan attack Banban instead of others?

"My child, we will prove whether this mouse is Peter. Just for a second, and we will not harm it," Dumbledore said.

Ron put Spot on the ground, and it ran away.

Professor McGonagall and Lupin simultaneously raised their wands, which emitted a blue-white light.

The speckles floated up and hovered in mid-air.

Its small black body writhed wildly.

then……

That's all.

The spots did not change at all.

It's still that dying black rat.

It's a real mouse.

No...

Animagus!

……

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