"Are you done?" Hermione pushed the door in, and someone walked this way. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Ah...... Hmmm......"

Sirius looked at the two with amusement.

"Really nice. Sirius said, "You still have your little girlfriend." Hermione Granger, right, you're a lot like a person. ”

"Shut your mouth, and if you don't want to go back to Azkaban now, then go back now!" said Van Lin, who said with some exasperation, "I'll let you know then, and you'd better get out of here now, the window is behind!"

As he spoke, Van Lin pulled Hermione up and turned out.

"Are you all done?" Hermione looked at Van Lin with some annoyance, "How much are you hiding from me, you two will definitely not see me for the first time, and you have your Animagus, you haven't told me!"

"Well, I'm just ......," Van Lin was a little embarrassed, "Animagus is what I've always wanted to learn, as for Sirius...... You know, he's going to do it to Harry, everybody says that, and I saw his black dog when I was at Harry's house, and Harry said that, so ......"

"So you're alone in contact with the prisoner who escaped from Azkaban, if not Sirius but someone else, what if he attacks you?" Hermione said quickly, "It's dangerous, Van Lin, you've been like this since the first year, and although you're very capable, but in case you ......"

"I know, Hermione......" Van Lin lowered his head, and the two were silent for a long time.

......

"Sorry to worry you......"

Hermione looked at Van Lin earnestly, she seemed to want to say something, but she opened her mouth and couldn't say anything else.

"Let's go shopping...... "Hermione," said Hermione, "I think lemon juice from three brooms should be good." ”

At the same time, Blob in the Gryffindor public room, or Peter Pedirou, was in a panic like never before.

Ever since he learned that Sirius had attacked the Gryffindor common room, his mind had been completely disrupted.

Sirius knew where he was, which made him feel very alarmed, he didn't understand how Sirius could escape from Azkaban, although history has proven that the Ministry of Magic is really nothing, except for a limited number of Aurors, the others are either mediocre or deliberately inclined to Voldemort at that time, of course, they didn't mean to, they were afraid of the Dark Lord's strength.

However, it was Azkaban, surrounded by Dementors, and Sirius, his once faithful companion, escaped from there.

So, Peter Peddiru didn't think that the Dementors surrounding the school would make a difference, and it would be easy to break through their defenses.

Peter instinctively wanted to run away, he knew Blake too well, they had been friends for more than ten years, and Blake knew that he was still alive and would not let him go.

But he was still able to go there?

Peter was shivering in the corner, his master was lying in bed groggy while the boy, the boy who had defeated Voldemort, had gone to his other friend, Professor Lupin.

It scared him, he was a man who was supposed to die, and that he should have disappeared in that explosion that night just a few years ago when he blew up the entire street with his wand.

If anyone were to discover his whereabouts, everything would be gone, and his glory, his medals, all belonged to him, and no one could take them away from him.

However, the man he had framed by his scheme returned, with hatred for it and twelve years of Azkaban's life.

Sirius wouldn't let him go, he knew that well, even though there were hundreds of Dementors surrounded outside the school, it didn't give him even the slightest sense of security.

Even if Blake turns Hogwarts upside down, Blake is always discovered by Dumbledore or killed by Dementors, and if he is not caught, Blake will not give up.

He had never been a Gryffindor, and he admitted that he was cowardly, cowardly, and inactive, but that would have kept him alive and might as well have brought him unimaginable honor.

Peter was very satisfied with the honor, like the marijuana that Muggles smoked, and he enjoyed it, even if his actions were despicable.

Perhaps, as it was twelve years ago, a fake death was a good choice.

That would keep Harry, Sirius, and the boy called Verlin away.

It wasn't like twelve years ago, he only had to face a reckless Sirius Black on the streets.

This time he had to deal with a lot more, such as Dumbledore, Severus, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, and Valin Ayr and Hermione Granger.

These people were smarter and braver than him, and he didn't think he could easily fool their eyes, in fact, he had sensed that the little guy called Van Lynn El was suspicious of him.

After twelve years of living as a mouse, Sirius had just escaped from prison and began to be emaciated, with a broken little finger and that damn cat.

Although there weren't many clues, his eyes stimulated Peter's sensitive nerves.

And that powerful rat tonic, damn it, he wasn't a real rat all the time, and his ridiculous owner even had the luxury of hoping that these damn things would do him anything.

Peter felt that he had been suspicious, and he noticed that the little imp named Van Lin was always sure of his position, which made Peter not dare to stay too long in front of Van Lin.

He had never seen a young wizard like this before, comparable to the strength, brilliant mind, and keen eye of an adult wizard.

All this made Peter feel uncomfortable, he felt that he had nothing to hide, and he had to get out of here.

But where should he hide?

What would happen if the news that he was alive was revealed.

Sirius and the others are hunting down, and of course, the loyal Death Eaters, who will not let themselves go.

It was because of his whistleblowing that the Greatest Dark Lord lost his power in front of a child that night.

However, how could he be disappointed that the Dark Lord's death curse could not kill a weak baby.

This was obviously not in accordance with the laws of magic, but it was the truth, and he cut off all of Peter's retreats at once.

It's just like when I first started school.

Peter Pettigrew was a humble man at the time, and his father was a heroic Gryffindor, but when it came to him, the qualities of his father who died early seemed to have been brought into the shadow of death with his father's corpse.

He wasn't brave, and he didn't have the power to magic, which made the mother who raised him feel extremely disappointed in her son, and the cowardice of childhood seemed to be deeply embedded in his bone marrow.

In this way, he stayed up until the arrival of the Hogwarts acceptance letter, and although his magical talent was not high, he still had the ability to grow into a wizard who was not weak.

Under his mother's hopeful gaze, he stepped on the train to Hogwarts.

He will never forget the scene when he was sorted!

The shabby damn hat, he said that his talent was very average, that he lacked courage in his heart, that he did not have a brilliant mind, and that his methods were not tough enough.

In short, the Sorting Hat's undisguised judgment turned his Sorting into a joke, a joke that was ridiculed all the time.

No house would take the initiative to accept such a bad wizard, he was not honest and kind, and Hufflepuff would be his only home, of course, thanks to the tolerant teaching philosophy of the first headmaster, Ms. Hufflepuff, otherwise he would not have been able to enter that house.

However, Peter did not intend to enter Hufflepuff, and felt that he had completely had enough of his mother's disappointment.

He whispered a plea for the worn hat, he was going to Gryffindor, he wanted to go to the same house as his father.

Eventually, at his insistence, the Sorting Hat eventually gave it to Gryffindor, and hoped that Peter would be able to truly discover his inner courage here, or find it.

Peter seemed to have seen his mother's proud expression. However, these things are like bubbles, honors that burst at the touch of a button.

Cowardice at heart made Peter's entry into Gryffindor a huge joke.

Compared to the other Gryffindors, Peter's boldness and inaction made him very comical among the Gryffindor crowd.

He was born short and obese, which made him the most voiceless person, and no one would want to come into contact with such a bad person.

And, of course, there is the pressure of academics.

His mediocre magical talents, poor hands-on ability, and ability to learn made his grades lowest among his peers at Hogwarts, and there was no professor who wouldn't be disappointed in him.

Of course, the school can't be hidden at all.

Peter's poor performance was sent to his home by the professors as a credit owl.

Peter could almost see his mother's disappointed look in her eyes, and his stress grew, and he began to resist going home and going to school here.

Because of his stubbornness and lack of self-control, life at Hogwarts is not very friendly to it.

The ridicule never seemed to have stopped, and he echoed in Peter's ears as soon as he was born.

As if it were a part of his body, Peter couldn't get the voice out of his head.

Finally, he saw clearly what he needed, not some ethereal courage, he only hoped that these things around him would be far away from him.