Because the door was so closed, Connor subconsciously frowned.

The portrait was there, and she had seen a rat scurrying in, and Connor didn't think that the rat, which was supposed to be Peter, would just change back into its original form.

And if the door is closed, there's no reason for a rat to get in.

But now, their 'kittens' are just kept outside...... Could it be that it is really as Mrs. Cat said, when a hairless mouse rushed in, a gust of wind blew directly on the classroom door?

Are you kidding......

Of course, maybe Mrs. Cat wasn't lying, and that's what she saw.

Connor, however, had no way of treating the matter as fact.

Who is the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?

Oh yes, Quirinus Quirrell, this guy...... Doesn't seem to be a good person?

With his eyes closed, Connor tried to find some clues in his few remaining memories, but alas, he didn't remember them very clearly.

"Well, it's not that you don't have brains, you have to follow those things."

Taking a deep breath, Connor reached out and knocked on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

There was no one in there, he could be sure of that, otherwise a big rat would burst into the classroom where it was still in class and cause some disturbance anyway.

So the question is, what's going on inside?

'Knock knock'

Confused, Connor knocked on the door of the closed Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and it wasn't long before the door opened.

As soon as the door opened, Connor smelled the smell of garlic.

The smell was even a little choking, and Connor couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Uh...... Professor Quirrell? ”

"Ah, what are you?"

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor looked as if he wanted to show his kindness, but he stumbled to speak.

"I'm Connor, Connor McMeb."

"Oh oh oh, I'm glad I am, Mr. McMambu."

Is your stuttering too much?

Is it really possible to do a good job in class?

At this moment, Connor's heart was strongly confused.

Although Professor Quirrell had already introduced himself at the banquet yesterday, Connor still wanted to complain about it.

And more importantly, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience everywhere in his body, which is even stronger than that brought to him by the teacher named Spotted.

And when he really paid attention to it, the unnatural tearing sensation he found was a little worse than yesterday.

Under the strong smell of garlic, Connor even vaguely felt the presence of another smell.

"What are you doing here?"

Quirrell apparently didn't know that he had been labeled in Connor's heart, and he still expressed his enthusiasm.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'm helping my friend find a mouse, and many portraits tell me it's coming here."

"Oh, oh, it's the old rat who sheds his hair, right?"

"Professor Quirrell, you know?"

"I I saw it, it it was a little uncomfortable, it was caused by malnutrition, so I I ......"

Before Quirrell could finish speaking, a shout rang out from the corner staircase of the corridor.

Connor ...... Connor, why are you running so fast, wait for me! ”

It sounded like it was about to die.

It's Ron.

He'd been wasting a lot of time on the first floor with Spotted before, and by the time Connor met him, he was already running out of breath.

Then he ran all the way after him, and he was probably exhausted.

"My mouse...... My Spotted, did you find him? ”

After a moment's pause, he hurried over again.

But soon, Ron, who came to his senses, covered his nose again.

"What a garlic smell......"

He looked at the professor in front of him, and Quirrell's smile widened.

"This mouse, it's yours, isn't it?"

"Ah, Spotted!"

But after seeing the rat that Professor Quirrell had brought out, Ron was obviously not concerned about the smell of garlic, and his love for his only pet allowed him to overcome the choking smell, and he quickly took the rat in his arms.

"Is he here with you? Professor ......"

"That's right, I've fed him some mouse booster, he looks a little malnourished, and he also has some gastrointestinal problems, which needs to be slowly regulated."

"Ah, thank you, Professor."

Ron subconsciously spoke.

"He's just malnourished, isn't he?"

"Yes."

Although Professor Quirrell's stammering appearance revealed a strong sense of confusion, which made it not so easy to trust him.

But the peace of mind that the professorship comes with is unparalleled, and Ron seems relieved.

"It's okay......"

However, before he could be reassured, Ron's originally relieved face turned red again.

As if remembering something, his expression was obviously a little strange.

"I don't have any money for you, Professor, rat boosters are expensive......"

When he said this, he had to bury his head in his chest.

The family's embarrassment made him unspeakable, but Quirrell laughed.

"No, it's okay, the old mouse is still alive, you must like it very much, I like to see you and your pets in harmony."

Then, he turned around and walked back to his classroom, apparently heading back to his office.

"If you have something, you can come back to me, I can help you take care of your pets."

He almost tried his best to get the words out of his mouth, and then closed the door with a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Ron couldn't help but hug the mouse in his arms tighter.

"It's tiring to talk to Professor Quirrell, but he's a great guy, isn't he?"

Gently stroking his sleeping mouse, Ron said with a smile.

Soon, however, he became distressed again.

"But, Spotted is really malnourished, how could it be, I never forgot to feed it...... That's right! It must have to be Percy Gan! It must be that he didn't feed Spotted well! ”

As a result, his prefect brother was detained with a black cauldron again.

Connor didn't know if Percy had fed the rats or not, but he did...... Or that Peter was definitely not an ordinary mouse.

The amount of food he eats must be incomparable to that of ordinary mice.

So what should we do now?

Looking at Ron's joyful face, Connor only frowned slightly.

It was at this time that another voice came.

"Here you are......"

It was Harry, and when Connor looked up, he saw the bespectacled boy trotting over.

He clearly wanted to do his part.

"Well, did you find the mouse?"

"Found it, Spotted is here."

Ron showed the rat in his hand, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good......"

He didn't care if he helped or not, anyway, it was fine.

"Let's go back to the hospital, Madam Pomfrey said Neville might have to lie down for a while, and if he can't make it to lunch, we'll find a way to bring him something to eat......

They began to discuss the trivial matters of the school again.

Connor himself frowned, he didn't get involved in this kind of talk, his mind was full of the rat's business.

Gotta find a way to get this out, and it had to be stabbed at the teachers.