Feeling the staring eyes of the four Weasley brothers, Scott walked forward unconcernedly.

"You'll find out soon." He said.

The Weasleys' gaze grew even more dissatisfied.

Especially Ron.

Scott felt like he wanted to punch himself in the face.

But he didn't dare.

"Ron." Scott kindly reminded, "I hope you don't throw it up later." ”

"What do you mean?" Ron asked annoyedly.

Scott just gave him a sympathetic look and closed his mouth again.

Poor child, he unknowingly slept with a lewd man in a bed for two years.

Given that many people still have the habit of confiding in their pets, Scott reasonably suspects that the lewd man also knows a lot of Ron's little secrets.

As long as he thought of this, Scott had infinite tolerance for Ron's angry eyes at the moment.

After all, the kid has lost enough.

And, of course, Percy.

What a wicked rat who ruined the youth of the two young Weasleys......

Scott shook his head and sighed.

Under the increasingly strange gaze of the Weasleys, he still walked forward calmly.

They followed Professor McGonagall through the winding hallway to a hidden door.

It was Scott who had come before under Dumbledore, and the Headmaster's office was located at the entrance on the eighth floor.

Dumbledore seemed to know what was going on, and when Professor McGonagall stood in front of the door, the door opened automatically.

Professor McGonagall walked in with the rattrap, followed by Scott and the others.

The Weasleys looked nervous when they found out that this was the Headmaster's office.

Especially Ron.

He had never been like his younger brother like this, cowering behind his three older brothers.

"Professor Dumbledore." Percy couldn't help but speak, "Did something happen?" It's ......"

"Oh, I also just found out about it, and the portrait told me."

Dumbledore smiled approvingly at the students.

"Don't be nervous, kids, sit down, maybe you need a hot chocolate?"

"Ahem."

Professor McGonagall coughed and placed the rat trap she was carrying on Dumbledore's desk.

"Albus, do you see anything?"

Dumbledore leaned his head outside the rat trap to take a closer look at the frightened gray-haired mouse inside.

Very close, his crooked nose seemed to have touched the cage.

The mouse suddenly became motionless, as if frightened to death.

At this time, the bitter stuff hiding in the back couldn't help but sob.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see him looking at the motionless mouse in the cage with red eyes, and his expression was sad.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh, don't be sad, boy, it's still alive." ”

"Really?" Ron looked at the gray-haired mouse like a lost treasure.

Scott couldn't bear to look at him.

I'm afraid this kid will really throw up.

It's miserable.

Dumbledore looked at Percy again, "Percy, can you tell me more about the origin of this mouse?" ”

"Okay, Professor."

Percy stepped forward, straightened his back, and began to answer questions one at a time.

"This rat came to my house on its own, when I was very young."

He said as he recalled.

"I was nowhere near school age at the time, and my parents wanted to get rid of it, but I took it as my pet."

Dumbledore nodded, and asked another question, "So do you know how the missing toe on its front paws was lost?" ”

Percy shook his head, "It was already like this when it appeared at my house. ”

Dumbledore cupped his glasses that had slid up and down the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't expect that...... he muttered, "maybe I shouldn't have thought that way...... I wish it wasn't ...... what I thought it was."

As he spoke, he opened the door to the rat trap.

"Squeak...... Squeaky ......"

Surprisingly, the rat didn't run away.

It let Dumbledore grab it out and aim it at it with his Elder Wand.

"Oh!"

Several Weasleys were taken aback by Dumbledore's movements.

Dumbledore didn't explain, and as soon as he raised his wand, the mouse floated in the air in front of his desk.

Dumbledore's shot with a blue-white glow.

The light enveloped the blob, and it hung in midair, its squeaky and writhing wildly.

Professor Dumbledore...... Poor Spotted......" Ron couldn't help but scream.

At this moment, the blue-white light disappeared, and the speck suddenly fell to the floor.

There was another dazzling flash, and then, the mouse's body swelled abruptly.

"Please let it go, my ......" Ron's voice stopped abruptly.

A head popped out, and limbs sticked out.

Under the stunned gaze of the Weasley brothers, a man stood where Spotted had been, rubbing his hands together obscenely.

It was a very short adult wizard, a little shorter than Ron.

His thin, pale hair was unkempt and he was bald on the top of his head.

He looks like an obese man who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time, and his skin is very loose, like a Shar Pei.

His face was dirty, and his clothes were dirty, almost as white as his fur.

His pointed nose and small, watery eyes even have the hallmarks of a mouse.

He looked up at Dumbledore.

"Oh...... I ......"

He seems to have been a mouse for too long, forgetting how to speak, and stumbling when he speaks.

"Peter!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "You're Peter, I can't believe you're still alive!" ”

"Good evening...... Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore. Peter stumbled to the two professors.

Just then, Ron's scream rang out from inside the office, "It's ...... It's、He's not a mouse? ”

"Oh Merlin's stinky socks!"

"He's a hidden Animagus!"

"He actually stayed in my house for 12 years, as a mouse!"

"Luckily, we're not interested in mice."

"Otherwise, I'll sleep with Percy and Ron like he did."

Fred and George sang and sang with disgust.

"Vomit ......"

Both Percy and Ron couldn't help but retch.

Especially.

"Vomit...... Woowoo woo ......"

He sat on the ground, covering his mouth and retching and crying, his face wrinkled.

Not to mention how miserable that is.

At this point, Dumbledore spoke.

"I didn't expect you to be alive, just under our noses."

He said in an exclamatory tone.

"Of course, we never knew you were an Animagus, and we never paid attention to the students' pets."

"Why are you hiding when you're still alive?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly, "Don't you know?" How sad was your mother when the news of your death came? ”

"I ...... I ......"

Peter still rubbed his hands together, and his little eyes blinked, and tears flowed.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I was forced to do it, I was terrified...... I can't bother my mother. ”

He said tremblingly.

"The supporters of the mystery man will not let me go...... Because...... Because...... I got one of the most wicked of them to Azkaban...... That spy, Sirius Black! ”

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