Chapter 226 Peter, are you looking for death?
Gryffindor table,
Ron was describing last night's events vividly with a group of students.
It was the only way Ron could get a lot of attention, so whenever anyone asked, he was more than happy to tell what happened, with lots of "details".
Ron coughed, slammed the table, and pretended to say:
"The black wizard didn't care about anything, he just cast a spell, Dean had to use an iron basin to block it, and his hands were bleeding from the shock!
Dean turned his head and ran away. The black wizard just raised his hand and threw it to the ceiling, catching his feet with both hands, click! What a cruel black wizard! ! "
"Dean was torn in two?" Lavender Brown said with a look of horror.
"Just a little bit..." Ron took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and continued:
"Fortunately, I got up to go to the bathroom at that time, and I happened to witness this scene. It was too late to say it, but it was soon... I was a sliding shovel..."
Ron imitated Lockhart's performance in class and also made an antic, but unfortunately no one laughed at his carefully prepared baggage.
He looked up strangely, and it turned out that Rove had attracted the attention of several audience members.
The boy came from the Hufflepuff dining table, and the group of female students were all looking at him, even Ron's most loyal listener, Lavender, stared at Rove with a nympho.
Ignoring all the gazes, Rove went straight to Ron, and he asked softly, "Ron, where is your mouse, Scabbers?"
"Scabbers?" Ron asked in confusion, "It's in my pocket, what's wrong?"
"Ron, the plague has appeared recently." Rove said with a serious face: "I saw something wrong with the color of the spotted coat the other day. Let me check it for you, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
"Rat... plague?"
Ron's face paled suddenly, and the audience just now immediately moved away from him.
Others' words may be false, but everyone knows that Rove is a doctor, and he is... skilled in treating animal and gynecological diseases!
As for everyone being so nervous... there is no way, the plague is too famous.
Of course, it also has a more famous name... "Black Death".
The Black Death once swept across Europe in the Middle Ages, causing 30% to 60% of the population to die. Even in modern times, everyone talks about it.
At this moment, Ron was trembling all over and his scalp was numb. He tremblingly took out the fat and lazy mouse from his pocket, and handed it to Rove.
I don't know if it was because he was too scared, or because he was stimulated by something, Scabbers struggled suddenly, bit Ron's arm hard, fell to the ground, and fled into the distance.
Hmph, want to run?
Rove snapped his fingers, and saw a salamander wrapped in flames jumping out from the boy's shoulders. It chased Banban, and suddenly spewed out a cloud of flames, blocking the mouse's way.
Rove raised his wrist, and a vine rose high like a small snake, wrapped around Banban, and pulled it back.
Rove grabbed the fat mouse with one hand, he smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold, and he said slowly:
"Ron, I'll help you treat Scabber... for free."
"Then do I need to take medicine?" Ron asked hastily. He suddenly felt his throat was dry and aching...it must be the plague.
"Not for now, don't worry." Rove patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Leave Banban to me, you can rest assured."
Rove turned around and left the auditorium impatiently.
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Inside the black leather case,
The boy squatted on the ground, rummaged through the cabinet, and soon found a chain as thick as an arm, a whip made of dragon skin, and a whale oil candle.
Rove weighed it. He has never used these things before, so he is going to take them out and try them out.
Shirley and Hermione leaned over the table to observe the fat mouse that Rove had just brought back.
It was like a headless fly, constantly hitting the iron cage, making crackling noises, and the movements were so loud that a deep bloodstain was formed on its forehead.
"Rove, you mean..." Hermione said in disbelief, "It's the murderer behind the attack with the diary?"
"That's right." Rove nodded slightly: "That's it!"
A mouse... The girl wonders if Rove is crazy.
Shirley believed in Rove's judgment, but it was obviously impossible for a mouse to do those things unless...
The ponytail girl seemed to think of something, she widened her eyes and said in surprise: "It can't be an Animagus?"
"The answer is correct, Ravenclaw adds ten points!" Rove snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "He is indeed an Animagus, but it is still illegal and has not been registered."
"How do you know?" Hermione asked curiously.
"The normal lifespan of a mouse is only two to three years, but this mouse has lived in the Weasleys' house for eleven years. The abnormal lifespan... I felt strange very early on."
Rove had already prepared his speech, and he explained softly:
"Today I went to check the bathroom where Mrs. Pince was attacked. The only way to escape is the toilet. Only a creature the size of a mouse is allowed to go through there... I suddenly remembered Scabbers."
"But even so, there is no way to think about it towards the illegal Animagus?"
"In the hands of George and Fred, there is also a magical map that can show people's names." Rove walked towards the cage, and he smiled:
"I noticed something was wrong with this mouse, so I took a look at the map, and it actually showed the name of a wizard who should have died long ago."
"who?"
Rove opened the cage, and the mouse jumped into the ground. He pointed his wand at the mouse and said, "It's true!"
Banban began to deform, her small black body writhed crazily, and soon a head appeared, and the limbs stretched out. After a while, a man stood where Banban was just now, wringing his hands in awe.
The man was short, with thin, light-colored hair in an unkempt mess, and a large patch of baldness on the top of his head, all stained with blood.
"Am I right?" Rove said happily, "Peter Pettigrew? "
"Who? Pettigrew Peter?" The bald man swallowed and stammered:
"Son, what are you talking about...Peter died eleven years ago, he was blown to pieces by Black, and he was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin by the Ministry of Magic... How could I be him?"
"So I got the wrong person?" Rove snorted contemptuously:
"Professor Snape is at Hogwarts. You two were classmates back then, right? Shall I ask him to recognize old friends, and hold a...classmate reunion for you by the way?
I think he'd be interested why you're not dead. "
"Don't... boy... I admit I'm Peter Pettigrew," panted Peter, big beads of sweat breaking out on his pale face.
"Let me tell you the truth... I hid to escape the Death Eaters... I am a hero... You don't know what happened back then..."
"Heroes don't enjoy the treatment of heroes, but they have remained incognito for eleven years, hiding in other people's houses as mice?" Luo Fu sneered:
"Harry can live a fair and aboveboard life, don't Death Eaters hate you more than they hate him?"
"This..." Peter was at a loss for words for a moment, he scratched his head, his eyes quickly looked towards the door and said:
"Let me tell you the truth... I am actually on a secret mission... The Dark Lord is not dead, I must hide... This is Dumbledore's order!"
Rove lowered his voice and said with a tut-tsk smile, "The principal is not at Hogwarts right now, so you can say whatever you want."
Suddenly Peter rushed towards Shirley, as if trying to wrest the wand from her hand.
But with a light touch of Rove's finger, a ball of water by the lake turned into a water rope, entangled Peter, and threw him out violently.
Peter fell into the lake, and was kicked back to the ground by the horse-shaped water monster at the bottom of the lake, turning him into a drowned rat.
Pettigrew sat on the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood, and the kick just broke his ribs.
Rove walked over, bent down, looked at Peter, grabbed Peter's neck with one hand, lifted it up lightly, and said with cold eyes:
"Are you courting death?!"
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(Late for a while, it's morning before noon (dog head))