In the Gryffindor public lavatory,

The water is flowing!

After ten minutes of washing, Harry finally cleaned the stench from his body thoroughly.

Harry felt that he had not had a good year lately.

Encountering Dementors in Quidditch; Christmas present, Firebolt, confiscated by Professor McGonagall; If you are sleeping alone in the dormitory, you can also be hit by Peeves's big dung egg.

What a bad luck!

It's not Ron who is really stuck in the ominous, it's himself, right?!

"Uh-huh!"

Harry cocked his throat professionally, feeling his throat open, and tilted his ear to listen to the movement in the meeting room.

No one!

There must be no one, the students are all home, and Professor McGonagall will not come. Ron left the dorm early in the morning to go to the library and won't be back anytime soon.

Harry held the shower in his left hand, and in his hand the soap, and began to secretly let himself go, trying to hiss:

"Aha! Love when you're dead~! ”

"In the middle of the night for three days and three nights, the kissing does not stop!

Ahhh~"

After the dolphin sound, Harry, who felt good about himself, practiced how to confess to the squashed soap.

"Qiu, I have a sentence that I have always wanted to say to you...... No, the tone is not strong enough......

Autumn, stay with me, this is my request for the rest of my life! ”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Harry's little hands trembled in fright, and the soap slipped to the ground.

"Is Ron you? Where have you been, you are not here in the morning, do you want to take a shower? Together! ”

Harry was in a hurry, not knowing what he was talking about, and forcibly hiding his embarrassment.

No one knows yet that he likes Aki, but he can't be exposed.

"It's me! Porter! ”

Bang!

There was a slipping sound, followed by a heavy head hitting the floor.

Rubbing to stand up,

Stepping on soap,

Slipping again.

A big fork!

After several impacts, Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the bathroom, frowned, and asked, "Are you alright, Potter?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay...... It's just that the floor is a little slippery. ”

Five minutes later, Harry, who had a bruised and swollen face, finally got dressed and opened the bathroom door.

"Professor McGonagall, why are you here? Is there something wrong? Harry asked awkwardly.

Professor McGonagall folded her two thin arms folded over her chest, staring at Harry through her square glasses.

"Where's Mr. Weasley? I have something to do with him. ”

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

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

Professor McGonagall nodded, and said with a straight face, "Harry, even if there is no one in the common room, take control."

Your singing voice is out of tune, and you're almost on your way to Slytherin House. ”

“……”

"Also, confession is a technical job, I think ......," Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, "your line is a little too inferior."

No girl will take care of you! ”

Harry's face flushed.

Nope,

I'm socially dead!

He was now on his mind with only one thing: which building at Hogwarts was the tallest, so that he could die if he jumped like this...... Thoroughly.

Professor McGonagall turned to leave, heading towards the library.

Harry stopped where he was for a few seconds, then followed, trying to break the jar and ask Professor McGonagall for a few hands...... Not inferior way of confession.

"Professor, how is the fire bolt checked?" Harry didn't ask directly, but curvivilinely.

"It's going to be done in an orderly manner, don't rush." Professor McGonagall grimace.

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

"Anomaly, no, right?" Harry thought for two seconds and shook his head.

The only abnormality is probably that his sleep quality is high.

Before, late at night:

Ron's snoring, incessant, speckled grinding of teeth, beating; Neville's dream words set the mood, and Leef's clams croaked.

Since Neville took Levle home after the holidays, Ron suddenly stopped snoring and was stained with a stained grinding habit.

The dormitory was suddenly quiet, and he was really a little unaccustomed to it.

"Well, be careful, Blake might still sneak into the school." Professor McGonagall explained.

Before they could reach the library, the two ran into Ron, who had returned.

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

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

"Is something wrong? Could it be that Blake is here again? ”

"Nope." Professor McGonagall explained: "Your parents are here to take you to Romania to see your second brother Charlie. ”

"Now come with me to the principal's office and let's go."

Charlie...... What happened to him? Ron grimaced.

"It's nothing, he's found the bones of an ancient magical beast fossil pterosaur and wants you to take a look."

Professor McGonagall rarely lies, but at this point she seems to be born with a stack of skills, and she is very skilled in using it.

"By the way, maybe a vacation, is there anything to take with you?" McGonagall said 'unintentionally'.

"You don't have to take your clothes, but you have pets like owls that need to be taken away, right?"

"I didn't ...... There are no owls. Ron touched his jacket pocket and said, "There's only one mouse spotted, and it's on me." ”

Professor McGonagall nodded, glancing vaguely at the bulging pockets.

"What's wrong with your face?" Deliberately left behind, Ron and Harry whispered.

"No, I had a big fight with Peeves." Harry shy awkwardly. "Have you finished your homework?"

"No, not at all, I know every word, but when you put it together, you don't know what you're talking about."

Ron looked like a scumbag.

"Waiting for Hermione to come back and copy her?" Harry lowered his voice.

"Don't think about it, she won't copy it for us, it's still reliable to buy homework." Ron whispered.

The reference answer business of the Akali Mystery Shop has been transferred to Lee. Now the answer to Hogwarts is that he is looking for someone to do it.

Harry and Ron were used to it.

"You're going to Hagrid?" Harry wondered.

Ron hadn't been to Hagrid for a long time, because he had seen the big black and thought it was ominous.

"Well, I suddenly wanted to visit him, but he wasn't at home. I was in his pumpkin patch and found a groundhog. Ron's eyebrows fluttered.

"Groundhogs?"

"Well, I'm ready to adopt." Ron said.

"Spotted is dying of old age, and I can't afford an owl, so it's a good pet to have a marmot."

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

"It's okay, I like rats the most." Ron smiled genuinely.

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

There are no Weasleys in the office, only Dumbledore and Lupin, and William in the two-way mirror.

"Where's my mom and dad?" Ron looked around. "Didn't you say you were going to Romania?"

Professor McGonagall closed the wooden door and said with a serious expression, "I'll talk about this later, now Mr. Weasley, where are your rats?"

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. Spotted 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 startled, holding Blob closer to him, looking scared.

"Did Spotted bite something important?"

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

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Harry struggled, "Peter Pettigrew is dead!" Killed by Black twelve years ago! ”

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

He clenched his fists, his hands screaming in pain like piglets, struggling to escape.

"This rat has been living in your house for twelve years, hasn't he?" "You never thought about how it could live so long?" ”

"We ...... We have been taking care of it all the time! Ron argued.

"But it doesn't look good right now, does it?" "I guess it's been losing weight since it heard about Blake's fugitive......

"It's for that mad cat in Crook Hill!" Ron said angrily.

Hermione in the mirror snorted.

She said that the spots were not normal. Otherwise, why doesn't Crook Hill attack others, only Spotted?

"Son, we'll prove if this mouse is Peter. Only for a second, it won't hurt it. Dumbledore said.

Ron placed the Blob on the ground, and it flitted in all directions.

Professor McGonagall and Lupin raised their wands at the same time, and a blue-white glow glowed from the wand.

The speckled floats, suspended in mid-air.

Its little black body, writhing wildly.

And then......

No then.

There is no change in the spots.

It's still the dying black mouse.

It's a real mouse,

Not......

Animagus!

……

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