In the dimly lit room, several walls were covered with medieval-style adventure tapestries and portraits of Slytherin himself, covering almost the entire wall, as well as green silk wall hangings, several small beds covered with silver silk sheets, and the ceiling covered with silver-white lanterns. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, the Slytherin students have all left their dormitories because of Christmas, and now there is only one person and one rat left.

"How's it going? Are you so depressed that you're scared out of your mind at a dog bark?" Malfoy squatted down and looked at the big iron cage in front of him, looking at the big iron cage in front of him, which was extremely incommensurate with the fact that it could hold at least the size of an adult man, and now it contained only a mouse, curled up in the corner.

"Oops, look. Malfoy, pretending to be surprised, took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, covered with fine maps and words, and shook it in front of the mouse, "Aren't you called Spotted?

"Looks like Weasley has been nice to you, and has given you another common name, right?" Malfoy said, tapping his hand lightly on the large iron cage, the black of the polished pitch-black iron rod so deep that it almost absorbed all the light around it.

Spotted was terrified as the cage shook and desperately fled, he felt that he was already in a catastrophe, and when he saw the map, he understood everything, and he no longer wondered why he was covered by a cage that fell from the sky halfway through.

"You're even thinner than I thought, and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you in the cage any longer. Malfoy said, touching his chin.

"Well, haven't you been to the Slytherin dormitory yet, isn't the smell more accustoming to this place than the Gryffindor dormitory?" Malfoy stood up, arms outstretched.

"But even betrayal is a rarity in our Slytherin House, and it's something worth spurning. ”

Every time Malfoy said a word, the more nervous and panicked Spotted's heart became, the huge fear was like a giant python, which could be swallowed at any time, and he even wanted to change back into human form now, and begged for mercy directly, but this cage completely limited the operation of the magic in his body, so that he couldn't change back to his original appearance, he could only "squeak" desperately now, showing his uneasiness and fear.

"Are you right?Peter Pettigrew?Lord Dark Lord's less faithful servant?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Or maybe you're more of a Wormtail. Malfoy tilted his head in thought, as if he was really bothered about what to call him.

Peter Pettigrew was now shrunk back into the corner of the cage, shivering incessantly, his hair standing on end, like a hedgehog. On his pointed nose, those small black eyes rolled in the deep sunken sockets, as if he was thinking of a way to get out.

"You must be curious right now, aren't you? Why do I know this secret? Malfoy said slowly, but his tone grew tighter and his gaze deeper.

"I was lucky. Malfoy continued, "Your current master's twin brother sent me a nice map. Malfoy sighed, "Big feet, pointed forks, worm tails, moon faces...... When you were involved in the creation of this map, did you think that one day you would be calculated by this map?"

Peter Pettigrew's trembling body gradually stopped.

"You've been to Filch's office quite a few times, haven't you?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "I have a good relationship with him now, and he often complains to me that a rat has disturbed him and taken away his Lady Loris's soul. ”

"Want to get the map back, escape Black's tracking?" Malfoy scoffed. "You are still so cowardly, you have never considered taking the initiative to solve the problem, you will only escape, and if you can't escape, you will choose to betray. Malfoy clapped his hands, but no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like he really appreciated it.

"I should be able to answer the question in your mind, why do you think I know this secret?"

"I'm now thinking about what to do next. Malfoy cupped his chin with his wand in his hand, a pensive expression.

"Do you think the dog-rat battle is good? Malfoy asked, and then he laughed, "I'm looking forward to what happens when you two put it in a cage." Malfoy's wand was pointed at the bottom of his bed, and Peter Pettigrew involuntarily followed his wand in the direction of his wand.

In an instant, he only felt that he had no way back.

Years of playing as a mouse had taught him the art of night vision, and under the pitch-black bed, he saw a cage, bigger than the one for him, and in it lay a black dog that he knew all too well, which was the root cause of his behavior these days.

It was only after a while that his trembling body finally stopped, and he began to tremble uncontrollably again.

He felt that in front of this boy, the secret hidden deep in his heart and unbearable to look back on was like an onion that had been peeled off piece by piece, naked and exposed.

He wondered if he would be bitten off his neck immediately if he was with Blake in this state.

He was so frightened that he desperately scratched the hard floor with his claws, making unpleasant noises and trying to leave marks on the ground.

"Maybe you can follow the same path as Blake. Ignoring Peter Pettigrew's manic gesture now out of his mind, Malfoy continued to say to himself, "I've got a little bit of the truth potion left, it's delicious, do you want to try it?"

Malfoy shook his head and sighed, and said with a finger in his hand: "His willpower is very tenacious, worthy of a man who has been tortured by the Dementors for more than ten years and can still maintain his sanity, I poured him more than half a bottle before he began to tell the truth." ”

Malfoy gave Peter a contemptuous look, and then said, "You, one drop is enough, right?"

Peter finally knew how Malfoy had learned the secrets about him.

But under the pressure of the fear of death, Peter Pettigrew's head began to spin rapidly, and he wondered how he could beg for mercy in order to find his chance to live.

Just as he was thinking, a magic wand suddenly reached through the crack in the iron rod of the cage, and the tip violently erupted with a fierce blue-white light, and Dasheng's light pierced his eyes and had to be closed.

The mouse's little mouth kept screaming highly.

His little black body writhed wildly on the floor, another dazzling flash of light, and then- it was like a quick shot of a tree growing. A head appeared on the ground, limbs stretched out, and a moment later a man stood on his stomach where the mouse had been, wincing and wringing his hands, his whole body shaking like chaff, his squinted eyes looking around without stopping, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the boy in front of him.

"How long has it been since you've bathed?" Malfoy's eyes were filled with disgust, but he took a few steps closer to the cage and said in a breezy tone that was very different from the one just now, "But, I must say, you're in luck, Peter." ”

............

Compared to Peter Pettigrew, who was lucky, Sirius Black's luck may not be so good.

The cunning fox can't fight a good hunter, because from the innate status, the hunter is already invincible, and the hunter will not have serious consequences if he does not catch the prey, but once the prey is caught, the final result can be imagined.

Back in time, back in time, during that vacation when Malfoy and Fudge were in a discussion.

When Malfoy and Fudge had finished their discussions, he braved the snow and wind to return to the castle and was pleasantly surprised.

Filch happily ran to him with his oil lamp and told him that the big black dog he wanted to catch had been caught, and Filch led him to his office, which was still dilapidated and smelled of grilled fish.

"Look, it's this one. Filch said proudly.

A cage was placed on his desk, and a large black dog was staring directly at them, and it was hard to imagine that a dog could make such a focused expression.

It's still the same iron cage, but compared to Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black is much taller, and there is no fear and panic in the eyes of the black dog, but fierceness and indifference. ”

Sometimes, asking for help appropriately will make the person who helps you feel more satisfied and trust you more.

Filch was asked by Malfoy, who said that a black dog had been appearing in the dormitories of the various houses lately, and that it was always haunting at night, not barking and disturbing their sleep.

This may be the first time Filch has been asked by a student, and it has given him the first taste of recognition.

So he was more enthusiastic about the job than Malfoy.

In addition, Malfoy often studied the route taken by Blake when he entered the school on the map of the living point, and figured out the laws of Blake's movement.

Calculated or unintentional, the person who was once able to escape from Azkaban prison was so easily planted in an iron cage.

"How about handing him over to the Headmaster?" said Filch, rubbing his hands excitedly.

Then I guess Professor Dumbledore will be "tolerant" of letting it go again. Malfoy said, shrugging his shoulders.

"No, it took me so long to catch it. Filch hurriedly shook his head and refused, and Malfoy's secret passages in the school were almost full of traps, and then he himself often went to patrol, so he caught the dog today, and it was unacceptable to let him go so lightly.

He looked up at Lady Loris, whose whole body was hanging from the chandelier, and said with pity in his eyes: "It is because of this dog that her spirit has been sluggish for the past few days, and look, how pitiful she is." Lady Loris yawned lazily at once.

"How about the dog meat hot pot. Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"Can you eat this thing? Filch stared at the cage and swallowed,

"Of course. Malfoy nodded, then exchanged a few more polite words with Filch before making an excuse to take the cage back.

But after that, he did not return to his bedroom, but walked up the long staircase, trying to go higher up the floor, to the eighth floor.

"I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place. Malfoy kept thinking to himself, there was a huge tapestry in front of him, a huge, ugly-looking troll was beating the stupid Barnabas in front of him with a big stick, and Malfoy kept walking up and down the aisle, as if waiting for something.

A sleek door suddenly emerges from the wall.

"It's secluded here, isn't it?" said Malfoy, looking at the black dog in the cage.

In addition to the iron cage, Malfoy pushed the door directly into this room with the cage in his arms, and the unpleasant smell of dust hit his nose, which made him cough a few times.

"It's the first time I've been here. Malfoy thought to himself, casually leaving the cage on the ground, making a dull thudding sound, and began to look at it.

It's not so much a utility room as a city with high walls...... The streets and alleys were littered with crumbling piles of broken furniture...... There were thousands of books, undoubtedly forbidden, scribbled or stolen, winged slingshots and wolf-tooth flying saucers, several of which were still limp hovering over the mountains of forbidden objects, some broken bottles containing solidified potions, hats, jewelry, cloaks, .......

There is a room for requirement.

"Well, nice place. Malfoy bent down to Blake in the cage. "The sheer silence and secrecy allowed me, a Hogwarts student, to communicate with a fugitive from Azkaban. ”

"First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Draco Malfoy, and I should probably call you uncle, oh, of course, uncle, I have never been interested in these titles. Malfoy straightened up and began to introduce himself.

Blake's front paws slowly lifted and fell, snorting heavily, and the indifferent eyes kept looking at Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, I look like I've forgotten something. Malfoy said as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then he put his wand into the cage and began to chant the incantation, so that the black dog in the cage grew with the incantation, the black animal hair slowly faded, and Blake gradually revealed his angular face and tall and emaciated figure.

Because of the latter, he had to curl up in his cage to get a place to stay. (To be continued.) )