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Ah Fu clapped the hot charcoal in his hand angrily, pressed it gently on his thigh, and made a "squeaking" sound.

Although the pain made him take a breath, he still frowned severely, which was the punishment he deserved for his dereliction of duty.

"Damn rat!" He cursed in a low voice and turned to look at the wooden barrel with a big hole in front of him. The wine flowing out from it formed a small pool of amber water on the ground, exuding a There was a strong aroma of wine, "All these good wines have been spoiled!"

He shook off the charcoal in his hand, stood up, walked aside, waved his hand gently, and the barrel floated leisurely.

He muttered to himself while using a spell to clean up the traces of alcohol on the floor.

"Hey, why are these insect repellent potions suddenly useless? They were working fine last semester!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and continued mumbling.

"Or have these mice become smarter? Have they learned to crack potions? Don't let me catch you again..."

Ah Fu's figure gradually disappeared outside the storage room door.

He dragged the alcohol-soaked floor away, and the light at the door was extinguished.

However, in the most hidden corner of the storage room, a pair of small claws moved gently.

It was a dirty mouse, its hair looked wet due to the soaking in wine, and the aroma of wine emanated from its body, as if it had just taken a bath in a wine barrel.

This mouse is Ron's pet - Scabbers.

And its true identity is the informer, Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed Harry's parents many years ago.

Banban shook his head, as if to dispel the fog of alcohol from his mind, but the drunkenness still wrapped around him like a vine.

The wet hair clung to his body, and he combed it with his little paws, unable to help but murmur in his heart.

There have been so many things going on lately that it's been overwhelming. I have to be wary of those "righteous" eyes every day and pretend to be an ordinary pet rat. The pressure is really crazy.

He sighed and then flicked his tail, as if trying to get rid of the irritation in his heart.

The barrel of wine he had just finished in one gulp made him feel a little more relaxed.

"Hey, what a mistake."

He pressed his nose with his paw, burped a little, and lay lazily on the floor to rest for a while.

Although he had a reason - these days have been too depressing, and there is nothing wrong with escaping for some air - but reason told him that this kind of risky behavior could not happen again.

"After all, I still have to respect my 'profession'."

He murmured to himself while gently nibbling the tips of his claws with his small teeth.

So Pettigrew followed the various pipes in Hogwarts that only small animals could pass through, from the kitchen storage room to the path.

Peter Pettigrew got out of the pipe and crouched down the corridors of Hogwarts in the dim moonlight.

His paws lightly touched the cold ground.

Suddenly he stopped and pricked up his ears. The silence around him was terrifying, as if even the air was stagnant.

He felt something was staring at him.

He didn't know what to do.

He looked back at the pipe behind him. The dim hole looked like a monster's mouth, and there was a vague smell of dampness and decay.

He forced himself to take a deep breath and muttered to himself.

"It's just an illusion, just an illusion... This is Hogwarts. I have been hiding here for so many years. How could I be in danger?"

(Here, let me describe the horror)

Even though he comforted himself like this, the uneasiness in his chest could not be suppressed. He quickened his pace and jogged along the remembered route to Gryffindor Tower.

However, the feeling of being watched still lingers.

His heartbeat became faster and faster, and his steps became more disorderly.

He couldn't help but look back again, only to see the night corridor extending under the faint light.

His eyes scanned the shadows, but couldn't see anything clearly.

However, the feeling became more intense, less like a human's gaze and more like the oppression of a hungry beast locking its prey.

And it doesn't feel like being watched by humans.

And like some kind of wild beast.

Pettigrew shuddered and immediately turned around and ran. His breathing was rapid, and his claws scratched the cold floor, making a sharp "squeak" sound.

Suddenly, there was a heart-wrenching sound in the corridor - metal was scraped by something hard, so sharp that it pierced the eardrums.

In an instant, Pettigrew exhausted all his energy and ran forward.

Don't want to die! Don't want to die! Don't want to die!

He, Peter Pettigrew, definitely doesn’t want to die!

But in the next second, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky! A cold claw penetrated the air and grasped him firmly.

He only had time to let out a sharp scream before his body was pulled off the ground and flew towards the darkness at the end of the corridor.

.......

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

Pettigrew struggled and screamed, his tail lashing wildly, and his four paws waving wildly, trying to break free from the steel-hard claws.

However, his struggle seemed extremely ridiculous in front of that existence.

The black shadow slowly stopped. It was an owl, but it didn't look like an ordinary bird.

Its feathers were as black as ink, and its eyes glowed with a deep red light, exuding an evil chill.

The pair of eyes did not look at the struggling Pettigrew, but stared at a shadow in the distance, as if there were other bigger prey there.

"Interesting..."

Voldemort in the form of an owl whispered coldly, and the voice seemed to directly invade Pettigrew's mind, with a trembling chill.

"It seems that my plan can have more variables."

After saying that, he slowly lowered his head and aimed his scarlet eyes at the mouse in his claws.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile that made people's scalps numb.

"Long time no see, my loyal servant."

Petty's eyes were suddenly filled with fear, his screams became more shrill, and his body twisted more and more frantically, as if he would collapse from fear in the next second.

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The next day.

Deverot yawned and walked to the cafeteria.

The three prophecies last night entangled him like a nightmare.

Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, St. Mungo's, three places, three keys, but there was no clear answer.

The thoughts in Deverot's mind seemed like a ball of untied threads, the more he thought, the more confused he became.

The only thing that is certain now is that the places where the horrible things in the prophecy happened are in these three places.

There was no oatmeal porridge that he loved today.

He casually took some toast and pumpkin juice, sat at the end of the long table, propped up his head with both hands, and tried to sort out the clues.

He poked the fried eggs on the plate with a fork and whispered to himself.

"It's still too vague. The information last night was insufficient. I must try again tonight, hoping to find more clues."

He shook his head, feeling that thinking about these things had made him a little dizzy.

After drinking the pumpkin juice in one gulp, a more urgent thought came to his mind.

"The entry upgrade card with 60% exploration degree of Hogwarts and the "wisdom of ancestors" of St. Mungo are the most important things at the moment. As long as I get them, my strength will be qualitatively improved, and I will be more confident when facing unknown threats."

Thinking of this, Devereux's eyes finally became more lively.

He quickly cleared the remaining food on the plate, put down his knife and fork, and turned his eyes to the direction of the door.

He had already made a plan in his mind-he must complete the task of Snape's laboratory as soon as possible today, and everything will be ready in the evening, and he will enter the Pensieve in the principal's office again to explore more truths.

After breakfast, I got up and prepared to go to Snape's laboratory to start today's experiment.

(First update!)