"I'm not afraid of werewolves, nor am I afraid of Greyback!" Evan whispered, "The reason this guy scared me yesterday was because I was worried that I wouldn't be able to protect Hermione. ”

The fear in Aven's heart is not the danger itself!

It's the fear that when danger comes, he won't be able to protect the person he wants to protect, which is what worries and fears him the most.

Yesterday at Hogsmeade, he was afraid that Hermione would be hurt, that Hermione would be bitten by a werewolf.

Hermione wasn't here now, so he naturally didn't have that to worry about.

Aven's calmness overwhelmed Boggart. With a bang, its body began to change again, and it wanted to conjure up what Evan was really afraid of.

Evan didn't move, he looked at the other with interest, wanting to see what it could become.

In the next second, a tall and thin man appeared, his face was paler than a skeleton, his two big eyes were red, his pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes, his nose was as flat as a snake's nose, his nostrils were two thin slits, and his whole body exuded a chilling cold temperament.

Evan was a little surprised that this Boggart had turned into Voldemort.

Voldemort's face was grimly smug, and his bright red eyes were staring at Aven.

The air seemed to become thinner all of a sudden, and the atmosphere became heavier and heavier. Evan didn't evade, he didn't even blink his eyes, he looked back at Voldemort's gaze, his face was calm and indifferent, maybe because he knew that the other party was a Boggart, he didn't have much fear in his heart.

The two sides looked at each other for a while, and Evan suddenly felt a little tired.

There was no point in doing so, the other party was not Voldemort, just a weak Boggart.

He hoped that when he met the real Voldemort, he could also look at each other fearlessly like now.

"Funny, funny!" Evan waved his wand lightly.

With a crisp sound, the originally evil and murderous Voldemort turned into a funny clown, wearing a ridiculous hat on his head, a fat clown costume on his body, his face was painted with red and green paint, and his two big eyes were black, like pandas, which made people laugh at a glance.

The corners of Aiwen's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

It would be so interesting if Voldemort knew he had turned him into such a person, and he looked at it for a while, ready to deal with this boggart.

Suddenly, a strange sensation appeared in Aven's perception, and he sensed danger.

Ai Wen didn't think about it, and subconsciously fell to the ground.

In the next second, a red light flew past his body and hit Boggart in front of him.

With a thud, Boggart flew backwards and landed heavily on the floor.

His form shattered in mid-air, and Evan saw Voldemort the Clown, who was only half of his body left, struggling to escape back to the old wardrobe cubicle as fast as he could, and the entire wardrobe creaked with such a creaking sound as hard as he could.

Evan didn't have time to bother with the runaway Boggart, and with the help of tracking the potion, he sensed the man standing behind him.

He spun around quickly, taking a few steps backwards, his wand across his chest, his face full of vigilance.

In front of him, an ugly middle-aged man was standing in front of the door of Professor Lupin's office.

The man was very short, not even much taller than himself. His thin, pale hair was unkempt, and he had a large bald patch on the top of his head, and he looked like an obese man who had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

His skin was dirty, almost the same as the fur of a mouse, and his pointed nose and watery eyes were also characteristic of a mouse.

Almost instantly, Evan recognized each other!

It's Peter Pettigrew, it's the one who's just attacking himself!!

The other party must have taken the opportunity to sneak in while he was concentrating on dealing with Boggart.

His eyes quickly looked at the door behind Peter Pettigrew, where the door to the office was closing tightly.

Evan involuntarily clenched the wand in his hand, not understanding why Peter Pettigrew was here, it stands to reason that he should not have stayed with Ron in the common room upstairs?!

He tried to look as confused as he could, as if he had never known Peter Pettigrew as a person.

On the contrary to Aven, Peter Pettigrew's face was full of consternation, he didn't expect that Aven would be able to dodge his spell attack, so close, he had just been a surprise sneak attack, if it wasn't for a coincidence, the kid in front of him had a strong sense of battle was simply terrifying, completely beyond his imagination.

Seeing that Evan was looking at him, Peter hurriedly hid his wand behind him.

Evan recognized it as Ron's wand at a glance, which Ron had shown to himself and Harry at the Cauldron on the last day of the summer vacation, and he remembered that the wand was made of wicker wood, fourteen inches long, and the essence was unicorn tail hair.

"Dear child, are you all right?" Peter Pettigrew said in a panic, his voice high-pitched and uncomfortable, "It's horrible, I just saw the man who can't even mention his name!"

"It's just a Boggart, maybe Voldemort is the thing I fear the most in my heart. Aven's wand stepped forward, pointed steadily, and asked softly, "Who are you, and how come I have never seen you at school?"

Hearing Voldemort's name, Peter Pettigrew trembled visibly, and the expression on his face became even more alarmed.

He looked at the confused look on Aven's face, as if he didn't recognize himself. Peter Pettigrew hesitated for a moment, and then gripped the wand behind his back hard, considering whether to just stun the boy and take the map of the living spots, as he had just done, or trick the map into using rhetoric.

Thinking of Aven's reaction when he had just dodged his own spell, Peter decided it would be safer.

He can't take any chances, no matter what Evan's actual level is, it's not good to make a noise in a moment of fighting for others to hear!

Before Sirius Black was caught and killed, it wasn't time for him to be exposed. He had to wait patiently for his chance, just as he had done twelve years ago, until the moment when Jaime and Lily chose to be their secret.

Peter Pettigrew glanced at Evan again, nodded with satisfaction, and put his heart back up, he had even deceived Dumbledore, James, Lily, Blake, and Lupin, and the other party was just a child, even if he was smart, he couldn't see through his disguise.

That's it, after all, in everyone's knowledge, he was killed by Sirius Black in order to avenge Jaime and Lily.

He's a hero, but he's not dead.

He's back now, to save Harry and the other young wizards from Black's clutches.

"Who are you?" asked Evan softly.

"Peter Pettigrew, my dear child!" Peter Pettigrew smiled an eerie smile at the corner of his mouth, "Nice to meet you!" (To be continued.) )