A Magical Hogwarts

With his left hand missing three fingers, Peter gently pushed open the wooden door that was closed.

All the wizards in the inn stopped and looked at the guy who was going deep into the forest despite the heavy rain.

Peter, who has always had experience in pretending to be a mouse and eating a dog, returned to his cowardly appearance. Of course, this is also his true character, and he does not need acting skills at all.

He whispered in a shrill voice: "It's raining heavily... I met a magical creature on the way... I almost didn't come back..."

It was true, Peter came across a rune.

The rune snake is produced in the small African country of Burkina Faso and is a magical animal with three heads. However, as snake eggs were stolen and sold, they appeared all over the world.

The snake was so ferocious that Peter almost became someone's dessert.

It seems that the forests of Albania are a little more dangerous than the forbidden forests.

"Just come back." Old Tom greeted Peter warmly.

The road has been closed due to heavy rain recently, and there are not many customers. The wizard in front of him was generous and paid twenty Galleons at one time.

What Tom didn't know was that it was all Peter's possessions.

Let's put it this way, he was a mouse all these years, first stealing Arthur's private money, and then stealing Percy.

But if you don't steal it a few times, you won't be able to steal it. Percy is too cautious and has a good memory.

Just that little Nat, I can't wait for one to be two flowers. Every time he lost it, he became suspicious and sewed an inner pocket on his underwear.

Hide the money in it.

The bar is a bit rough, and it's a bit dermabrasion...but it's safe!

Later, he became Ron's pet and started stealing his pocket money again.

Even though Ron was poor in his usual clothes, he also gave quills as Christmas gifts, the cheapest thing.

But he actually has a lot of private money. Especially in recent years, the twins will send home a portion of Galleons every month.

Ron's pocket money naturally rose with the tide.

He was presumably saving up to buy something expensive at the Quidditch World Cup.

Unfortunately, it was all taken away by Peter.

He also borrowed thirty Galleons from Harry and other four roommates in Ron's name.

The twins are rich, but they won't borrow without a valid reason.

Stark and Granger had more money, and Peter didn't dare to borrow it.

It's too late to hide from these two little ancestors, how dare they come together to borrow money.

Maybe after borrowing it a few times, it will be noticed by others that it is abnormal.

Ron's friends are as narrow as Harry's, and only a few roommates can borrow them. Among them, Harry and Neville are still the big ones.

So after returning to school, Ron would suddenly find that the private money he had saved for several years was gone, and he still owed a huge amount of debt!

Sleeping in Ron's bed, using his private money, and his best friend Harry... Talking deeply every day until the middle of the night.

Tsk tsk... Peter can row a boat even if he thinks about it!

Old Tauren!

The witch stared at the wizard who entered the door, obviously stunned.

Over the past few years, her memory has had some problems.

William checked her, and judging from the symptoms, it was either a severe trauma to her brain, or someone used a powerful forgetting spell on her.

However, she remembered clearly the memories from a long time ago.

Like Peter Pettigrew.

There was a lot of uproar in what happened some time ago, and Bertha was naturally interested.

William had exchanged information, telling her that Peter was still alive.

The person in front of me... is obviously Peter!

The witch was excited, she was too interested in this kind of gossip. She wondered why Peter was here.

Peter hid in his hood and felt the witch's sight. He thought the man was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Wouldn't it be the Aurors chasing after him?

Peter was a little panicked, and asked Tom to bring the meal, and hurriedly walked towards his room.

After he left, the witch asked in a low voice, "Who is that person, still wandering outside so late?"

"His...name is Ron...I hear he's a magical biologist." Tom shrugged.

"It's said to be writing a book of Fantastic Beasts in a Bowl."

"Ron..." The witch narrowed her eyes.

Is it popular to use a trumpet when going out these days?

"By the way, I don't know your name, miss..."

"Bertha, Bertha Jorkins!"

"Are you also here to explore?"

"No." Bertha shook her head. "I'm here to visit relatives."

Her second cousin lives in Albania. She had already visited, and was going south to see an aunt.

If it weren't for the heavy rain blocking the road, she would have left.

Thank you for the rain!

Bertha thought so. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to meet Peter.

"By the way, do you have an owl, boss?" Bertha asked.

"Where?" asked old Tom cautiously.

But be careful!

Although he is far away in Albania, he is well informed and has heard of the tragic experience of Tom, his colleague in the Leaky Cauldron.

He lent the owl to a wizard who said it was sent to Newcastle. Tom thought it was the UK, but he flew to Newcastle, Australia!

The owl has been flying for a year and has not come back yet.

Such a stupid wizard, if Old Tom saw him, he would have to kill him.

"Send it to Venice... can it be delivered?"

"You need to cross the Adriatic Sea, not owls, but seagulls," Old Tom replied.

Bertha nodded, quickly wrote a letter, and asked Tom to send it off with a seagull before she got back into the room.

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Peter sat in an armchair, ate the food that Tom had brought, and thought for a while.

I've been searching for seven days, but I still can't find anything.

He now seriously doubts whether the news that the mysterious man is in Albania is just random nonsense by the boss Tom.

Peter raised his hands. He is now a real six-fingered violin magician... two hands and one piece only have six fingers.

The three on his left hand were cut off by William, and the one on his right was broken by himself in order to frame Sirius.

It hurts!

There was a constant tearing sensation in the left hand and the lower part of the body. The pain almost made him faint.

Peter shook his tunic, and a group of mice fell. Under his communication, continue to go to the forest to look for local mice.

Then he closed the heavy blinds and drew the curtains. Peter fanned the fire and blew out all the candles.

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at midnight,

Bertha cautiously opened the door and peered inside.

After waiting for a while, she crept into the room and looked around, as if searching for something.

Across the room and onto the wooden bed, Bertha heard the squeaking of her teeth, like a mouse biting something.

She suddenly lifted the sheet, holding her wand, her pupils shrank, but she didn't find Peter.

The squeaking of teeth disappeared, and a mouse sprang up from under the pillow, biting Bertha's fingers hard.

Bertha was in pain, and her wand fell to the ground.

The mouse quickly grew in size in mid-air, a red light flashed past, and Bertha fell to the ground.

Peter carried his wand, but did not kill Bertha immediately. He was going to give the guy named Theon to the mysterious man. Now have a better idea.

squeak.

A mouse emerged from under the floor. Following Peter's hand, he crawled to his ear.

After a while, his eyes lit up and he finally found it!

Turning Bertha into a groundhog and putting it in his pocket, Peter sneaked out of the room and got into the dark night.

The heavy rain did not stop, and the rustling of the forest at night enveloped his body.

Gradually deeper into the forest, under the guidance of the mouse, he headed for a certain place.

After walking for about four or five hours, Peter came to a spring.

It is a natural narrow pool, washed out by water in clay, about two meters deep, surrounded by moss and tall honeycomb-like grass.

A small stream gurgled out.

Peter didn't have time to catch his breath. It was pitch black, and the wand in his right hand lit up and touched a large oak tree that bent toward the water's edge.

The oak tree, in the dim light, was grey in outline, with slightly golden leaves.

A huge hollow was dug out in the middle of the tree trunk~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

"Master!" Peter called. "Are you there? Your most faithful servant has come to find you."

After a while, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"I'm so happy to hear the Death Eaters again! It's only been thirteen years since we last met!

It's not too long in the blink of an eye, is it, Wormtail? "

The voice was far and near, with an indescribable haziness, as if something elusive was floating.

"So, Peter... is it Dumbledore who asked you to speak to me?"

His voice turned cold.

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