———— Hogwarts ————

In the midst of the rainstorm, on top of the mountains, a wizard dressed in a black leather coat, wearing a bowler hat, and a silver necklace wrapped around his left hand, the pendant of which was the appearance of three holy weapons intertwined, stared at Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

He raised his wand high in his right hand.

The black veil was flowing out of the tip of the staff.

"Whew~" The man exhaled a breath of heat.

Turn around and look at the other side of the mountain, where there is a railroad track that stretches without an eye in sight.

That was the only line of communication between Hogwarts and London.

There was a distortion of time and space, and the man disappeared into the mountain.

The cold rain instantly swallowed up the clearing he had obscured.

———— London ————

Dementors are everywhere!

From heaven to earth.

From forests to lakes.

Sirius clutched the coat of the unknown Muggle he had snatched and hid in the corner, poking his head out and watching the dark creatures warily.

There are too many of them.

Too much.

He frowned.

With so many Dementors sent out by Azkaban, wasn't he afraid that the Death Eaters would escape en masse?

"Whew~"

He leaned against the wall. The rain slipped down his shoulders.

The night's running and running had exhausted his physical strength.

Now he is hungry, thirsty, and tired.

And on the streets, there are wanted notices for him everywhere, even in the Muggle world!

It made him unable to stop running for a moment.

"Damn it!" Suddenly, a Dementor seemed to notice him.

Sirius, who had a premonition of the crisis, immediately transformed into the Animagus, burrowed into the fence on the corner and disappeared into the rain.

———Diagon Alley –

On the other side, heavy rain poured down.

Owen and Harry are back inside the Leaky Cauldron.

"Merlin's beard, she's pathetic." Ron sighed, and then began to chirp again as if he had never heard of Suffering Hermione, "Firebolt, Malfoy, Owen, you know what I mean, right?" ”

"Boring, what's so good about this thing?" Owen didn't think much of broomsticks, which is why Professor Sprout urged him to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but he refused.

"The wizard is going to fly on his own! Besides, Firebolt was originally designed for Quidditch matches, do you want to become a professional Quidditch player in the future? ”

"Harry has this idea, he is the best Seeker, and he will definitely be in the club after graduation" Before Ron could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Owen raising his hand: "Graduation? What a job! Before Voldemort was killed, did you still want to graduate? ”

“.”

Owen's words were tantamount to pouring cold water on Harry.

In the second year, due to Dumbledore's intervention, none of the three encountered Voldemort again.

The shadow left by the Dark Lord, who is known as the most dangerous of all time, seems to have dissipated when they were in their first year. They don't have a strong sense of urgency, and they're already imagining the future.

"By the way, Ron, where's your mouse?" Owen seemed to have a sudden thought, and after asking the owner of the Leaky Cauldron for a glass of lemon juice, he reached out to Ron and asked.

"What are you doing?" Ron stood up vigilantly and stepped back behind Harry.

His hands are firmly in his right pocket.

"Shylock has been losing his appetite lately, and I think he might need a tooth sacrifice."

"Are you kidding?" Ron asked with a panicked expression.

"Nonsense, get it quickly! Be careful that I beat you! He clenched his fists as if he was about to drop a punching bag.

"Don't~" Owen's prestige is unknown to anyone, and in the face of his obscenity, Ron has to succumb.

Immediately, he reluctantly took the languishing dead mouse out of his pocket.

"Hey, young man, sooner or later you'll regret it!" Owen smiled wryly and said to Ron in an old-fashioned tone.

He was suddenly curious about how Ron would look when he saw Peter Pettigrew.

"Little one, your lemonade." The owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Old Tom, handed Owen a glass of light green, thick lemonade in disgust.

He's a bar here!

If it weren't for the sake of Kim Gallon's face.

Owen took the lemonade from Old Tom and handed it over, the water was cloudy and the flesh of many lemons floated.

It looks pretty good, of course - if you can ignore the full cup of dried and yellowed flesh.

"Bring it to you!" With that, he snatched the dead mouse from Ron's hand again.

Then he got up and walked past the young wizards and walked towards Diagon Alley.

————

The rain in London is getting heavier and heavier. The once busy streets are now empty.

The merchants even took back the signs, tables and chairs that were placed outside the door.

This made the whole street look suddenly empty.

Owen pinched the dead mouse's head.

The mind gradually became active.

Well, the only reason he's been able to keep this stinking gutter scrap alive is because he's not a Gryffindor. Nor was he in the same dormitory as Harry.

You don't have to squeeze into a bed with some lewd man every day.

Otherwise, he would have died ten thousand times a long time ago.

In fact, Owen rarely saw this dead mouse at school.

After all, Ron couldn't do anything to kick a rat in his arms, especially when they were adventurous.

So this mouse, it spends most of its time locked in the dorm. Only on rare occasions would Ron come out with it to get some air.

It is only at this time, if Owen picks up and passes by, will he bump into this dead mouse.

But—

Now that he was caught, he had to think about it. What value can be squeezed out of this guy.

A big melon is obviously too cheap for him.

Waste can be reused.

A mess of Animagus is better than waste~

Owen uses his wand to conjure up a transparent umbrella.

The glass of lemonade, floating, followed him.

Uh-huh – think about it.

This stupid thing has been with the Weasleys for a full ten years. is destitute on his body, not to mention that Jin Garon may not even have a copper nat.

The only thing Owen could think of was that Peter seemed to know where Voldemort's wand was.

But- what did he want Tom's wand for?

Oh, he had another use, Owen suddenly remembered.

Be the eyeliner that you left by Voldemort's side.

No, no, no—just for a split second, Owen vetoed his own idea.

With Voldemort's Dementor Mindfulness, it's impossible for this guy to hide any secrets.

To go is to give away someone's head.

Uh-huh, but someone seems to be able to.

His experiment seems to be still in Azkaban.

There was a thought in my heart.

Owen grabbed the dead rat by the chance.

The dead mouse is a little sluggish!

It's knowing that Sirius has escaped from prison, so I'm nervous, living in fear all day long—well, no wonder I'm languishing.

Well, in that case, it's better to wake up now!

Thinking of this, Owen sneered, summoned the lemonade glass behind him, and then stuffed the mouse straight in.

"Squeak Squeak"

The sudden suffocation caused Peter Pettigrew to struggle like crazy.

He tried to jump out of the water, but the rim of the cup was blocked by Owen against the wall.

Look at the rats that are constantly struggling in the transparent water glass.

Owen suddenly had a kind of childhood fun.

It's like pouring water on an ant's nest.

However, the ants are much more loyal than this mouse, and they will always obey their queen. And not half-hearted betrayal.

"Hehe—it's so fun!" He grinned cruelly, his wand pressed against the bottom of the cup, and the powerful Transfiguration continued to control the undulation of the surface of the cup. Even if the rat tried to get back to its original form, it couldn't.

"Squeak squeak~" Inside, the little mouse's struggle became more and more intense.

The fragile glass was like a balloon, constantly bulging, and then returning to its original state under the pressure of his powerful magic.

The rain was even heavier in the sky.

Raindrops fell on the ground and made a rapid drum beat.

This kind of tugging and pulling lasted for dozens of seconds.

As the struggle in the quilt gradually weakened, Owen gradually reduced his magic power.

"Hmph~ Isn't this full of energy?" The demon from Sphentert had a bright smile, and his gray eyes were full of hideousness.

The whole body exudes a strange beauty from hell.

The murky water drenched the demon's hair.

A filthy stream ran under his crotch.

"Click"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap.

Illuminate this greasy, dirty, and endless deep alley.

The rain shone and the walls reflected the darkness.

The interweaving of light and shadow, the drumbeat of the rain-falling ground, and the subtle laughter of the intricate composition make this alley a foreground of hell.

“Why So Serious？”

The demon stuck his head over and whispered from the mouth of the bottle.

The cynical tone was like a joke with an old friend.

"Hey, hey!"

Evil laughter echoed through the alleys.

The rat finally exhausted the last of his strength, and its dirty paws weakly hooked the wall in front of the cup, and in an instant, he stopped struggling, and gradually turned his belly up in the water.

"Three minutes and twenty-seven seconds, sure enough, the rat is still very strong in terms of breath-holding!" Owen said with a playful smile, then let go of his left hand holding the cup.

"Bang!" shattered on the ground.

The next second, the mouse grew in size like an inflated balloon.

First the head, then the body, and finally even the limbs changed from beasts to humans.

Such a big drama of changing people, Owen watched it quite carefully.

Until a man with sparse hair, many bald spots on the top of his head, dirty, and short limbs appeared.

He had a mouse-like face, a pointed nose, and a finger missing from his right hand.

"Ahem, ahem!" A violent cough rang out in the dimly lit street corner.

It went on for a long time.

Owen got a little impatient.

"If you don't stop, then you can die!"

He leaned against the wall with his wand in his hand and said softly.

The sudden warning made Peter Pettigrew, a naturally cowardly man, subconsciously hold his breath.

His cheeks flushed with rapid breathing.

(End of chapter)