Harry wasn't sure the rat was still Ron's pet in this world, and to be honest, he didn't have that much of a desire for revenge in the first place, at least until Voldemort had told him everything.

Ron wouldn't take this 'pet' around, after all, a fat, gray-haired house mouse without any sparkle is not something to show off, children of this age are very good-looking, and a mouse will only disgrace him, not give him gold.

During the limited few meetings with Ron, Harry did not see the rat in existence.

"You think Peter Pettigrew isn't dead?" Dumbledore frowned slightly, in his impression, Peter Pettigrew should have been killed by Black, before Voldemort did not tell the truth, he also thought that Sirius Black was a secret and a betrayer, and James did not tell anyone else about changing the secret person, this matter was done very secretly.

"Blake blew up a street, shattered Peter Pettigrew, and at the scene, only a severed finger was found."

"Isn't that suspicious enough?"

Stereotypes kill people, not to mention that Dumbledore didn't care much about this matter at the time, Sirius, who was identified as the mastermind, was quickly imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban, and the case was hastily closed without even going through a formal trial, seeing that the matter had been settled, Dumbledore subconsciously ignored this matter and did not delve into it.

"Professor Grindelwald, I wonder if you can predict his location?"

In fact, please ask Dumbledore to do this, it is better to say that Harry wants Grindelwald to help, before Grindelwald was Zoro, he can predict the location of Voldemort, so it should not be difficult to predict Peter Pettigrew.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

Grindelwald shook his head, "I am indeed a prophet, even the best prophet of our time, but fate, it will not accept assignments. ”

"The prophecies I can see are more about me, such as the Muggle invention of the nuclear bomb, which changed my stereotype of Muggles, or something related to someone close to me."

"I was able to give a prophecy about you because I approved of you, and there was a part of Al in it, I said that I could predict Voldemort's location, but at that time I also said a premise, if the person who is going to deal with Voldemort is me, after establishing some kind of causal relationship with me, I will have him in the list of objects of my prophecy."

"Favored by the god of fate, I have gained the power to glimpse fate, but the god of fate does not sleep next to my bed, and I cannot whisper to it."

"What about Trelawney?"

"I have to admit that the half-prophet is indeed a little special, but the prophecy of Voldemort at that time also had a little to do with her, Voldemort affected the vast majority of people in England at the beginning, and Trelawney was one of the people who was intimidated by him."

"Kassandra Trelawney, the prophet known as the legendary prophet, has received more favor than me, and legend has it that every month she can appoint someone to make a prophecy for him, and I can't do it to the extent that Sybil Trelawney may have inherited a trace of Kassandra Trelawney's talent."

Although he claims to be the strongest prophet of his time, Grindelwald is not blindly arrogant, he is just stating the facts, telling the truth.

"Is that so?"

Harry was a little disappointed, but this is understandable, the prophet's prophecy was originally an out-of-specification cheat, if there was really no limit to the use of it, it would be terrible, especially since this cheat was still in the hands of Grindelwald, if he was really like Kassandra Trelawney, half of Europe and half of North America was probably completely unified by him.

Harry's gaze turned to Dumbledore, "Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me Gryffindor's password?" ”

"What do you think?" Dumbledore, who felt that Harry had something to say, raised his eyebrows slightly, he seemed to have caught some clues, but he couldn't catch them.

"Ron Weasley, Professor Grindelwald told me that he may have been led by the Confusion Charm and ended up catching that scapegoat."

"My gut tells me there's something in there."

"Voldemort still has a pawn available after coming to Hogwarts, let him manipulate Percy Weasley, although that scapegoat's pawn is an idiot and has done a complete stupid thing, but Voldemort's tentacles have reached into Hogwarts, this is an indisputable fact, right?"

"And is it possible that the guy who did all this for Voldemort is still at Hogwarts?"

"Students?"

"Not necessarily, Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, an unobtrusive mouse."

"Four-legged toads are everywhere, and four-fingered rats are not so common, especially those with missing index fingers."

"No one will notice that a mouse has infiltrated Hogwarts, right?"

Dumbledore didn't have a Gryffindor password, he had been teaching Transfiguration at Durmstrang Strong, and before Professor McGonagall, he was a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore, who was far away, naturally didn't know what Gryffindor's password had become now.

They left the underground chamber, and Fawkes' fire teleportation sent them to the door of Professor McGonagall's room.

"Who?"

A confused voice came from behind the door, and Professor McGonagall, dressed in pajamas, pulled open the door.

"Albus? Why did you come back all of a sudden? ”

Professor McGonagall asked suspiciously, with a look of surprise on her face, Dumbledore had told her that he would be back in a week for the dinner party at the end of the school year, and it was too early and too late.

"In order to deal with some contingencies."

"You mean Potter?"

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, in her heart, Harry was a very studious and good student, and it was a shame that he was not sorted into Gryffindor.

"There are a few, but can you tell me the Gryffindor password?"

"Okay, the password is a griffin, do you need me to go with you?"

"No need Minerva, it's just a little thing, I hope it won't disturb the children's rest, they have exams tomorrow."

"In that case." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

The industrious Fawkes sent them to the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge, where the fat lady in the portrait had closed her eyes and was napping, her snoring was as torturous as her high voice, and she didn't know what to think, the portrait needed to sleep, and snore.

The fat lady who was disturbed was in a particularly bad mood, but when she saw that it was Dumbledore, although she was a little unhappy, she still opened the door, and the headmaster had to say the password to enter the common room, this is the rule, the rule has always been.

It's already twelve o'clock, and in order to prepare for tomorrow's exam, the little wizards have all returned to their beds to recuperate, and there are temporary bridges, but Gryffindor, who has always had thick nerves, always has enough courage to face the bleak truth, and it is impossible to work overtime, unless they have to stay up all night playing crackling and exploding cards.

There was a small brass sign in front of the door of the dormitory, which said that the people living in each dormitory, and in a short time, they found Ron's dormitory, Dumbledore held his wand, the sound of the trigger pulling was faint, and the perfect silent spell made every time he cast a spell without any trace.

The door was silently opened, and the familiar sound of snoring reached their ears, and on the four four-poster beds, red curtains obscured the four sleeping figures.

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