Also night, in Gryffindor's bedroom, a rat sneakily climbed out of Ron's bed, and then managed to sneak out of Gryffindor's common room.

Peter Pettigrew.

At one point, he wandered around the campus with a few of his friends, and even made a map.

For this reason, he was all too familiar with the secret passages inside the academy.

Without having to go through the fat lady's main entrance, he went from the lounge to the first floor through a one-way secret passage.

After easily avoiding Filch and the scrawny ugly cat named Lady Loris, it went straight to the second floor.

Truth be told, it really doesn't want to run around in normal times, and it doesn't even want to run into Hogwarts.

Thankfully, he knew that the map was in the hands of the two Weasley children, who had yet to discover its secrets.

They were still trying to unravel the secrets of that map, so he could wander around like this.

Maybe it's time for you to leave?

But the moment such a thought came to him, the fear in his heart swallowed him up.

No, I can't run away anymore.

He's back!

"Squeak Squeak"

With a sense of fear, the hairless rat burrowed into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and stepped up the stairs.

There is the professor's office, and there, a man in a turban is waiting for him.

"The host ......"

Even if he regained his original form in the first place, he still retained the front teeth of a mouse, and the tail of the mouse was also dangling behind his body.

And in pursuit of speed, he can only keep this state in order to express his surrender in the first time.

"Master, I'm here, I've done my best to get here as soon as possible!"

Without waiting for the man in front of him to say anything, Peter wanted to prove his loyalty as soon as possible.

"Ah...... I know, lift up your head, my faithful servant. ”

The hoarse, gloomy voice echoed, and when Peter couldn't help but look up, he saw the back of Quirrell's head.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had removed his garlic-scented turban, and on the back of his head, a face familiar to Pettigrew appeared.

"My Faithful Servant ......"

Hearing the lamenting call, Peter couldn't help but prostrate down again.

"I am, great master, great Dark Lord, and here I am, your humble servant listening to your teachings and commands."

"Ah, of course I understand your loyalty, Peter, I am touched by your loyalty, and I do need you to do something now."

His voice was hoarse and low, and Peter felt like his heart was being clutched by a dry hand, which prevented him from breathing.

"But, I don't have a wand, master, I've lost my wand, and that damn Sirius chased me and forced me to lose everything."

"Wands are not hard to obtain, my servant."

'Smack'

With the sound of a small wooden stick falling to the ground, Peter's whole body was agitated.

For him now, his great master's every move seemed to capture his heart, making him inexplicably uncomfortable and at the same time making him feel that strong uneasiness.

What exactly does he want to do?

Feeling uneasy, he looked in the direction from which the voice came from, and saw a simple wand.

"It's ......"

"A reward for a loyal servant, of course."

The Dark Lord's hoarse voice echoed.

"I haven't touched a wand in 11 years, so I think you can't wait."

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes, master! ”

Peter knew that no matter what he thought about himself, he had to show his loyalty.

As a humble servant, we must show such joy in the face of our master's reward.

"It's been a long time since I've touched a wand, and every day is worse than death!"

Just as he was about to continue to show his loyalty, Voldemort's impatient voice rang out.

"Well, I don't need a servant who only talks nonsense, Peter, you should know that."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Soon changed to a flattering smile, and the short, bald man couldn't help but crawl towards his master's feet.

"What do you need me to do?"

"What I need, Querinus will tell you, Peter, and for now, I'm going to tell you to do something else...... Do you remember the kid who chased you? ”

Hearing this, Peter's body couldn't help but tremble.

"He's not normal, he's not normal, great master!"

"Of course I know he's not normal, but that's why I need to find a way to deal with him......"

became visible, and a gleam flashed in the eyes of his great master.

"You and Quilinus are going to have to find a way to keep an eye on his every move."

"But master, I don't usually have a way to ......"

"Huh? Do you want to say that even if you get a wand, you can't deal with a young kid who has just started school? ”

When his master's impatient voice echoed, Peter knew that there was no way out.

He had to grit his teeth and swallow all the hesitation and pain.

"I'm just afraid to expose myself to your great plans, master......"

"Don't worry about anything, my faithful servant, tomorrow will have a chance, Faithful Quelinus told me that tomorrow morning is their lesson, and I am looking forward to our first meeting."

…………

On the other hand, in that dreamy meeting, Connor also told his mother and some of his experiences today.

If it had been before, the witch would have been more interested in his life, such as the quirky little witch he deliberately mentioned, or the experience of Potions class.

But now, obviously, there is another thing that is more important:

"So, you found out that there was something wrong with the teachers at your school...... Really? ”

"Not only the teacher, but also the rats raised by my classmates, I think it was supposed to be a kind of transformation magic."

"Well, a manifestation of the desire of the heart...... Or the Transfiguration of Nature, which is now called 'Animagus', in any case, in the picture in my memory, they are absolutely problematic. ”

Connor whispered.

"But the problem is, I don't remember exactly, and I don't remember exactly what they were wrong with......"

"So what are you going to do?"

"I've decided to find a way to expose them, and I have a certain plan for this, with my current status, I can pretend to be a prophet or something, right?"

That's how Connor told his plan.

And the beautiful witch was a little hesitant.

"Pretending to be a prophet?"

"Yes, after all, Mother, you know, I'm not a traditional prophet or anything, and foresight or something is not an advantage for me, maybe it will disturb my mind."

Connor said with a smile.

"I've already thought that as long as I can reveal my identity as a prophet, then many of my behaviors and many perceptions can be explained and answered, and those professors in the school will not hold on to me because I am out of place."

He lay flat on the grass, telling his thoughts and plans.

"Anyway, I'm going to find a way to get the professors to take notice of this, and then find a way to get some facts to light, and the only problem is ...... I'm afraid they won't believe it. ”

"They'll believe it."

Just as Connor hesitated, his mother's voice rang in his ears.

"Really?"

"Really."

Faintly, the witch's eyes became a little complicated.

"They'll believe it."