Change the world from Hogwarts

Also at night, in the Gryffindor dormitory, a mouse sneakily climbed up from Ron's bed, and then tried his best to sneak out of the Gryffindor lounge.

Peter Pettigrew.

He once followed several of his friends around the campus and even made a map.

For this reason, he is extremely familiar with the various secret passages within the academy.

There was no need to go through the Fat Madam's main entrance. He went straight from the lounge to the first floor through the one-way secret passage.

After easily avoiding the night watchman Filch and the scrawny ugly cat named Mrs. Norris, it climbed directly to the second floor.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, it really doesn't want to run around, and it doesn't even want to come to Hogwarts.

But fortunately, he knew that the map was in the hands of the two Weasley children, and those two children had not discovered its secret so far.

They were still trying to figure out the secrets on that map, so he could hang out like this.

Maybe I should leave?

But the moment such thoughts appeared, the fear in his heart swallowed him up.

No, I can't run away anymore.

He is back!

"Zhi Zhi Zhi"

With a feeling of fear, the hairless big rat sneaked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and stepped onto the stairs.

There was the professor's office, and there, a man wearing a turban was waiting for him.

"Owner……"

Even though he recovered his original shape in the first time, he still retained the big front teeth of a mouse, and the tail of a mouse swayed behind his body.

In order to pursue speed, he could only maintain this state in order to express his surrender as soon as possible.

"Master, I'm here. I've tried my best to get here as soon as possible!"

Before the man wearing a turban in front of him could say anything, Peter wanted to prove his loyalty as soon as possible.

"Ah...I know, raise your head, my loyal servant."

The hoarse and gloomy voice echoed, and when Peter couldn't help but raise his head, what he saw was the back of Quirrell's head.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already taken off his garlic-smelling turban, and on the back of his head, a face that was extremely familiar to Pettigrew appeared.

"My loyal servant..."

Hearing the lamenting call, Peter couldn't help but crawl down again.

"I am here, great master, great Dark Lord, I am here, your humble servant listening to your teachings and orders."

"Ah, of course I understand your loyalty, Peter. I am touched by your loyalty, and I really need you to do something now."

The voice was hoarse and low, and Peter felt as if his heart was being held by a dry hand, making him unable to breathe.

"But, I don't have a wand, Master. I have already lost my wand. That damn Sirius hunted me and forced me to lose everything."

"The wand is not difficult to obtain, my servant."

‘Click’

With the sound of a small wooden stick falling to the ground, Peter's whole body was shocked.

To him now, every move of his great master seemed to grab his heart, making him feel inexplicably uncomfortable and also making him feel that strong uneasiness.

What exactly does he want to do?

Feeling uneasy, he looked towards the direction from which the sound came, and what he saw was a simple wand.

"This is……"

"Of course a reward for a loyal servant."

The Dark Lord's hoarse voice echoed like this.

"I haven't touched a magic wand in 11 years. I think you must be a little impatient."

"Yes, yes! Yes, Master!"

Peter knew that no matter what he thought, he had to show his loyalty.

As a humble servant, you must also show such joy when facing your master's rewards.

"I haven't touched the wand for a long time. Every day is worse than death!"

Just when he wanted to continue to work hard to show his loyalty, Voldemort's somewhat impatient voice sounded.

"Well, I don't need a servant who only talks nonsense, Peter, you should know that."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Soon he put on a flattering smile, and the short bald man couldn't help but crawl towards his master's feet.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Quilinas will tell you what I need, Peter. As for now, I have to ask you to do another thing... Do you still remember the child chasing you?"

Hearing this, Peter's body couldn't help but tremble.

"He is not normal, he is not normal, great master!"

"Of course I know he is not normal, but it is precisely because of this that I need to find a way to deal with him..."

He became aware of it, and a flash of light flashed in his great master's eyes.

"You and Quilinas must find ways to keep an eye on his every move."

"But Master, I usually have nothing to do..."

"Huh? Are you trying to say that even if you get the magic wand, you won't be able to deal with a child who has just entered school?"

When the master's impatient voice echoed, Peter knew that he had no way out.

He had to grit his teeth and swallow all the hesitation and pain.

"I'm just afraid that I will expose your great plan, Master..."

"There is no need to worry about anything. My loyal servant, you will have a chance tomorrow. The loyal Quilinas told me that their classes will be tomorrow morning. I am looking forward to our first meeting."

…………

On the other side, during that dreamy meeting, Connor also told his mother all about his experiences today.

If it were in the past, the witch would definitely be more interested in his life, such as the weird little witch he deliberately mentioned, or the experience in Potions class.

But now, there is clearly another thing that is more important:

"So, you found out that there is something wrong with the teachers in your school... right?"

"Not only the teacher, but also the mice raised by my classmates. I remember that it should be a kind of transformation magic."

"Well, a kind of transformation technique that reveals inner desires...or nature. People nowadays call it 'Animagus'. In short, in the picture in my memory, there is definitely something wrong with them."

Connor whispered.

"But the problem is, I can't remember clearly, and I don't remember exactly where they had the problem..."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I decided to find a way to expose them, and I also have a certain plan for this. With my current identity, I can pretend to be a prophet or something, right?"

Connor just told him his plan.

The beautiful witch was a little hesitant.

"Pretending to be a prophet?"

"Yes, after all, mother, you also know that I am not a traditional prophet or anything like that. Being prophetic is not an advantage to me, and it might even mess with my mind."

Connor said with a smile.

"I have already thought about it. As long as I can reveal my identity as a prophet, then many of my behaviors and cognitions can be explained and answered, and the professors in the school will not arrest me because I am incompatible.

Don’t let go.”

He lay flat on the grass and told his thoughts and plans.

"In short, I will find a way to get the professors to notice this, and then find a way to reveal certain facts. The only problem is... I'm afraid they won't believe it."

"They'll believe it."

Just when Connor hesitated, his mother's voice sounded in his ears.

"Really?"

"real."

Vaguely, the witch's eyes became a little complicated.

"They'll believe it."