Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

The scene is like a double-speed lens observing the growth of seeds.

Peter Pettigrew's body gradually grew larger, and his short limbs and bald head stretched out like sprouts.

The transformation process was very fast. After a few seconds, Wormtail had returned to his original human form, but he still maintained the habit of a rodent, with his hands hanging on his chest like claws.

Glenn, who remained invisible, smiled slightly and raised the wand in his hand.

In order to avoid unnecessary complications, he didn't even use a wand to cast spells, and he didn't even intend to say a word. The kind of behavior where he would explain the whole story or say a harsh word before taking action was something that could only be seen in movies.

This is a mindless operation that only a villain would do.

The tip of the rosewood wand flashed, and powerful magic waves were emitted without reservation. The red light cut through the darkness in the corridor like lightning, accurately hitting Wormtail's back.

Even though he was alert enough, he still couldn't figure out how a magic spell could appear out of the air for no reason.

As the stun spell hit, Wormtail didn't even hum, and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Glenn's figure slowly emerged and glanced at the short man curled up on the ground.

Similar to the description in the original work, he was slightly taller than five feet tall, looked haggard and thin, and could still vaguely see his former slightly fat figure.

I don't know if it was because he had been a mouse for so long that his back was so severe that he could hardly straighten his back.

Glenn nodded with satisfaction.

Although Peter is not an outstandingly talented wizard, he is still a member of the Marauder team, and he has mastered the Animagus, which most people cannot learn.

Glenn thought he would have to work hard to catch it, but he didn't expect the plan to go so smoothly.

He waved his hand casually and cast the hovering spell, and a thin layer of cloud appeared, lifting the unconscious Wormtail into the air.

With the systematic map function, Glenn easily avoided the sporadic little wizards passing by the stairs and quickly reached the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The gargoyle stone beast shed its blue-gray color, glanced at Wormtail floating in the air, said nothing, and quickly gave way to the door.

Glenn nodded towards it and called Crookshanks who was following behind him to climb up the golden hanging ladder.

The door to the office was open, and Dumbledore did not show any surprise. He had already known about Glenn's plan in advance and was sitting behind his desk, waiting for his arrival.

"I didn't expect you to come much earlier than I expected. It seems that the plan went well?"

Dumbledore conjured an armchair and said with a smile.

"Crookshanks is very smart. He drove Peter to the place where I ambush in advance." Glenn nodded and put Wormtail on the armchair.

The secrets of the map and the Wind Walk were his very important trump cards, and they were completely unexplainable, so naturally they couldn't be known to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his hand again, and the armrests and legs of the chair quickly changed, tightly restraining the unconscious Wormtail.

Glenn nodded secretly in his mind. As expected of Dumbledore, even in such a foolproof situation, he still maintained sufficient vigilance.

"I think we should listen to Mr. Peter's story, don't you?" Dumbledore glanced at Glenn and asked with a smile.

"certainly!"

Glenn pulled out his wand and pointed it at Wormtail on the armchair.

"Recover quickly!"

A faint red light flashed and quickly disappeared into the center of Wormtail's eyebrows. But strangely, he only moved slightly when the spell hit him, but he still closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of waking up.

Glenn shrugged and looked at Dumbledore.

He was very confident in his own level. There was obviously no problem with this revival spell, so there was only one possibility left.

The two looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Pretending to be faint was just Wormtail wanting to give himself some time to make up lies.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and asked, "Aren't you going to have a chat with us, dear Wormtail?"

Wormtail trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I...?"

He whispered weakly, with a bit of timidity and caution in his tone.

It has to be said that Hogwarts is not only rich in wizards, but also rich in actors, and Wormtail is one of the best. His talent in acting is much stronger than in magic.

If it were not Glenn and Dumbledore in the office, it would be impossible for any uninformed wizard to see Peter's true inner thoughts at this time.

"This is my office, Peter, but more than this, I'm more curious, do you have anything to explain to us?" Dumbledore crossed his arms and looked at him, and asked in a calm tone, "As far as I'm concerned,

As far as I know, the last time you appeared was nearly twelve years ago, right?"

Wormtail was stunned for a moment, then quickly adjusted his attitude and put on a frightened expression.

"It's you! Professor Dumbledore!" he screamed, "Black! Sirius Black! He's here to take revenge on me!"

Dumbledore looked him directly in the eyes and asked, "Oh? Why did you say that?"

"I saw the news about his escape from prison. He must want to kill me! Just because I sent him to Azkaban!"

Wormtail's voice was trembling and his tone was excited, perfectly interpreting an emotion of anger mixed with fear.

"Don't worry, Peter, speak slowly." Dumbledore conjured an armchair for Glenn and sat back on the chair.

Seemingly feeling that Dumbledore's reaction was quite mild, Wormtail breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Back then...eleven years ago...Black betrayed James and Lily. He killed them and then came here himself.

Catch me and want to kill me too..."

Glenn glanced at Dumbledore, who was leaning back in his chair with interest, listening carefully to Peter's lies.

"That curse...the huge explosion..." Wormtail continued, "He killed twelve Muggles. Fortunately, I turned into a mouse and hid in the sewers, so I escaped, but I still lost

A finger..."

He sobbed comically twice and raised his hand, as if he wanted to show Dumbledore his incomplete right hand. Only then did he realize that his arms were being firmly restrained on the armchair.

Dumbledore didn't react at all. He could only sniff and said: "I was so frightened that I didn't dare to reappear in people's sight, even if I learned that he had been imprisoned in Azka."

Ben. I know that he will come to me again, just for the mysterious man—his master!"