Professor McGonagall led Hermione back to the hospital hospital, and Evan walked into Dumbledore's office alone.

As with last year, the Headmaster's office was very interesting, Phoenix Fawkes looked at him kindly, and the table not far away was filled with magic props that he didn't know how to use, and round silverware swirled, spewing out small, small puffs of smoke.

Before entering, Evan had heard chatter in the room. They were discussing what had happened tonight, and Evan had thought it was Dumbledore and Fudge, but when he entered, he realized that there was no one in the office.

The ones who spoke were the portraits of the wizards and wizards on the walls around them, the former Headmasters of Hogwarts.

It's a shame that Aven didn't see the portraits of the four Creators in it, otherwise he could have asked Gryffindor what his Treasure Key, the legendary magical item hidden in the Forbidden Centaur tribe, was.

The portraits were asleep, but Evan saw that one of them occasionally opened his eyes, looked at himself, and then closed them again for fear of being discovered by himself.

Evan ignored them, and he saw the tattered, crumpled Sorting Hat on the table.

He hesitated, he had always had a question in his heart that he wanted to ask the other party, and now was a rare opportunity.

Evan walked over and picked up his hat and put it on his head.

The big hat slowly slid down and covered his eyes, just like the first time he wore it.

"Long time no see, Evan Mason!" a shrill voice whispered, "You seem to have something on your mind?"

"Yes, there are some things I don't understand, about the sorting ceremony, I'm curious why Peter Pettigrew was be"

"Will be assigned to Gryffindor, right?!" Hat said softly, "My duty is to assign the young wizards to the appropriate houses according to the wishes of the four founders. For more than a thousand years, I have seen too many, too many young wizards, some of whom are kind-hearted, some are ambitious, some are talented, and some are talented, but you must know that in the sorting ceremony, in addition to these innate qualities, each person's choice is also a crucial factor. ”

"So, Peter himself asked to enter Gryffindor?"

"The boy wanted to go to Gryffindor and find the courage he didn't have. "But in reality, he didn't need to look for it at all, courage had been buried deep in his heart, and when he could lower his head and look into his heart, he would find what he had been looking for." ”

But he didn't, and what he did afterwards was a far cry from Gryffindor's. ”

"Don't doubt it, I can't go wrong, the magic of the four founders allows me to see through people's hearts. My role is to assign the right people to the right colleges. "But there's no guarantee that the house will be a good fit for him, and there's no guarantee that he won't take a detour in the future." ”

"What about me?" Aven asked hurriedly, "You didn't ask me for advice at the time, you know, I was going to enter Ravenclaw, but you assigned me to Gryffindor." ”

"Is that really the case, is this really your heart's will?" the Sorting Hat let out a burst of laughter, "Yes, like Harry Potter, the two of you are in a particularly difficult position, but I still say that, I can't go wrong, Gryffindor can help you achieve your dreams." ”

Evan was stunned for a moment, what was his dream, to learn more magic, to defeat Voldemort, or to become a great white wizard like Dumbledore?

Evan was confused, and he wanted to say a few more words to the other party, but he heard someone walk in, and he hurriedly took off his hat and put it back in place.

The office door opened, and Dumbledore walked in, looking very solemn.

"Professor!"

"Sit down, Aven!" Dumbledore pointed to the chair in front of his desk, "I need to talk to you, but to cut it short, I don't have much time, Connelly is still waiting for me in the foyer, and we're going to get to the Ministry of Magic overnight to deal with the Werewolf Riot and Remus's accusations." ”

Evan sat down, his mind naturally recalling the steps to use Occlumency.

"First of all, I must ask you, Aven, is there anything you would like to tell me?" Dumbledore looked at Evan, the tips of his ten slender fingers touching together, and he said gently, "Anything!"

"I do have something I want to talk to you about, Professor!" Evan nodded and said slowly, "But before that, may I ask a question, did you just notice that Ron was being controlled?"

"Obviously, just after being in the third-floor office, I'm sure I'm not the only one noticing Mr. Weasley's anomaly. Dumbledore said mildly, "What he did tonight was so obvious, as obvious as a candle in the dark!"

"So, you know who controlled Ron?"

"Many people think I know everything, but I'm not as knowledgeable as the outside world rumores!" Dumbledore sat in the high-backed chair behind the table, his light blue, penetrating gaze fixed on Aven, "I have some ideas on this matter, but I'd like to hear your opinion!"

"I suspect Peter Pettigrew is controlling Ron!" Evan looked away, trying not to make eye contact with Dumbledore.

Although he was ready to tell the other party something, he didn't reveal all the information in his mind.

"Peter Pettigrew, that's a surprising answer. ”

That being said, Dumbledore didn't seem to be much surprised, as if everything had come to his senses.

"This afternoon, Hermione and I met Sirius Black in Hogsmeade, and he told us that it was Peter Pettigrew who betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort, that he wasn't dead, that he was an Animagus, and that he was now Ron's pet mouse. ”

"Animagus?!This is important information!" Dumbledore closed his eyes, mused, "Aven, your intel confirms my suspicions, and to tell you the truth, I really didn't pay much attention to Peter Pettigrew back then, it was my fault, I could have avoided letting this kid get to where he is today." ”

Evan waited for the other to continue, but Dumbledore seemed to be lost in his memories and had no intention of speaking.