Harry potter catastrophe

The Malfoy manor was surrounded and closely monitored. It had been under surveillance a long time ago, when Dumbledore wanted to find the diary.

The black shadow scurried back and forth in the alley, stopping at every place, then turning around and continuing walking.

She walked side to side, as if going in a circle, just in a circle, and she started to get impatient.

"Zhizhi." The sharp voice pierced the silent and dark night, and the moving black shadow suddenly stopped.

"Squeak~" A mouse came out of a pipe and squeaked towards the black shadow.

"Little mouse, this is not the place you came to." The shadow stretched out his hand and grabbed the gushing mouse and said unceremoniously, "It's not your turn to help yet."

"Squeak!" The mouse was struggling in the shadow, and the shadow was too heavy.

"Since that's the case, let me give it a try." The black shadow let go of his hand and put the mouse back on the ground. He watched the mouse get into the gutter and disappear from sight, and then the black shadow also sneaked into the shadows.

Dirty ditches exude various mixed gases, and smelly corners are often the safest.

However, this time the calculation was wrong.

The mouse had not made a sound since it entered the ditch. It did not dare to take a breath and quickly crawled through one house after another.

"Meow~" A cat meow made him stop immediately. The sound came from the front, and he hesitated.

It huddled motionless in the ditch. He didn't know if it was an ordinary stray cat, someone's pet cat, or something else.

He didn't dare to poke his head in to check, because he didn't know whether the smell of the ditch could stop the cat from being curious about him, or whether the cat had discovered his special mouse.

"Meow~" The street lamp at night illuminated the cat's silhouette in a long and narrow way, and its shadow fell on the edge above the ditch. It was approaching.

This frightened the mouse. He wanted to move, but the cat would definitely notice it. If the mouse escaped, the cat would definitely attract attention.

There were no water pipes for him to drill around, only a long ditch. He didn't dare to change back to his original shape, as he would die faster.

The mouse looked around, his little paws missing one finger trembling. He looked at a pool of silt water and the turbid matter in the ditch. There was no obstruction around, and the smell of his body would definitely be discovered.

Seeing the pointed-eared shadow getting closer and closer, it closed its eyes and got into the filth, enduring the discomfort and just wading there motionless.

"Meow?" The cat's shadow completely blocked the light of the street lamp falling into the ditch, and the shadow shone on the mouse lying motionless in the filth.

The cat frowned, covered its nose with one paw, and stared at the filthy rat's body for more than a minute. There was no sign of filth rising and falling, and it was already a corpse that had long since lost its breath.

The cat's head turned back like a light, and its eyes were illuminated green by the light. It shook its head, then walked away and continued to wander nearby.

It's her! It's Professor McGonagall!

The mouse couldn't hear what was going on around him, and the cat walked silently. He didn't dare to get up and move immediately. Maybe the cat was squatting in a corner.

He stayed quietly in the filth for a while, and his breathing recovered. When the cat meowed in the distance, he immediately turned over and ran in the direction he came from.

On the roof of the house next to the ditch, a cat gracefully stood on the corner of the roof and watched the mouse run for its life. It did not catch up with it, but watched it disappear at the end of the ditch.

"Is it Peter Pettigrew?" A vague figure appeared out of thin air on the roof. Just to the side of the cat, a witch with shoulder-length hair asked the cat sitting next to her with her hands on her hips.

"Meow."

"Aren't you going to catch it?" the witch asked again.

"Meow meow meow." She responded with the cat rubbing against her body intimately and licking her hands.

"So it's not Professor McGonagall? Then where did Professor McGonagall go?" The witch was stunned for a moment, then picked up the cat and held it in her arms, "No wonder I can't understand your meow, meow, meow."

Peter Pettigrew ran without looking back. The job assigned to him by the Dark Lord was not a good one. Dumbledore obviously prohibited them from contacting Lucius.

Bellatrix's escape Lucius has not made a clear statement yet, because the color of the mark on his left arm has changed. Not only that, there is still a dull pain in his arm.

The Ministry of Magic searched Malfoy's house immediately after escaping. This was also what he requested. He originally wanted to clear up the relationship, but the strangeness of the Dark Mark made him dare not act rashly.

He has been staying at home these days. The Dark Lord is back! Will he look for him? Who will come? Bellatrix?

At this moment, he hoped that the crazy woman Bellatrix could be caught and found out earlier. He was doing well now, but he didn't want to be someone's subordinate.

He stayed at home, with people from the Ministry of Magic staring at him, and Dumbledore staring at him. Every time Dobby came back, he said that there were many wizards surrounding the manor.

He was not worried but happy, so he would be safe. If Death Eaters sneaked in with so many Aurors around his house, the Ministry of Magic would really be doomed, and he might as well return to the embrace of the Dark Lord.

Surrounding him would be better, at least he would have a legitimate excuse for not getting out, and the Dark Lord wouldn't be able to contact him, so it's best not to contact him.

At home, he was preparing for the worst, that is, Voldemort would come to his door, or he would personally summon them. With his current position, he could use them, and maybe he could save his life.

Of course, it would be best for that old guy Dumbledore to die together with the Dark Lord, and then he can take over Hogwarts and become a headmaster.

But when I wanted to go home and think about it at home, trouble came to my door.

He thought it was a Death Eater, but what she saw was indeed a Death Eater - Snape.

Snape didn't care about anything, and the curse came directly without saying hello. At first, he thought Snape was doing it on the orders of the Dark Lord, until he turned the corner and met Dumbledore...

"Meow~" A tabby cat blocked the mouse's escape path.

Before the mouse had time to react, the cat transformed into a human, raised its stick and lowered its hand, and Potter Pettigrew was put into the bottle by Professor McGonagall.

"I can't believe you will be my student." Professor McGonagall saw that there was an index finger missing from the mouse's right paw...

Narcissa closed her eyes. This little wizard was crazy. She must have said that they were resisting desperately and were stubborn, but she didn't listen to them anyway.

Now she was even more straightforward and stopped them from talking. She looked at Snape, who showed no expression, and she calmed down and made no move.

"Three, two, one!" Carney nodded after counting.

"Okay, I have the guts." He picked up an iron nail brush and suddenly brushed it on Lucius with lightning speed. However, Carney controlled it and did not touch it. Even if he did, it didn't matter. The original shape was

A tickling stick.

"Ah!!!" Lucius screamed subconsciously.

"Ah ah ah, ah, you are so big, you are going on forever, and you don't care whether others will tolerate it or not." Carney kicked the leg of the stool, "If you call me, I will stab you."