The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"No more playing! I don't want to play any more! I'm the only one who gets bombed all the time!"

"Oh! Catch Seamus quickly, don't let him run away."

…

"Wood, if we start recruiting new people for training next year, it will be difficult for us to defeat Slytherin." Harry said seriously.

Ron couldn't stop nodding from the side: "Yes, yes, and I suggest that the captain change should be brought forward to this year."

Wood: "..."

The common room was still noisy with laughter, and the bright candles flickered slightly, illuminating the spacious room as usual.

No one noticed that in the corner away from the fireplace, Loren and Hermione were squatting behind the sofa, with a large square piece of parchment spread out in front of them.

"Can the Marauder's Map see through the disguise of the Animagus?" Hermione asked, "If it could, George and Fred should have discovered Peter Pettigrew long ago."

"Except for night trips to avoid Filch, they rarely use the Marauder's Map. Maybe they haven't used it this semester..." Loren didn't give an exact answer. He remembered that the Marauder's Map in the movie "The Marauder's Map" marked the little ones. Dwarf Peter, but Voldemort sent him back after all. He might have used some magic to hide his name, "Anyway, let's give it a try first."

Loren pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly on the worn parchment: "I solemnly swear that I will do no evil."

In an instant, fine black ink lines spread like a spider web on the old yellowed parchment, connecting to each other and extending to every corner of the parchment.

Large green squiggles appeared on the top of the paper:

[Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

Gentlemen who are here to help magical mischief makers.

Introducing

Marauder's Map】

Seeing Wormtail's name, Hermione's pupils shrank suddenly, and she asked with some surprise: "Wormtail? I remember that in Harry's dream, Voldemort called Peter Pettigrew that way."

"Yes, Wormtail is Peter Pettigrew, Padfoot is Sirius Black, Prongs is Harry's father James, and Moony is Professor Lupin."

Loren said it all in one breath. There was nothing worth hiding from Hermione. "They were good friends when they were studying. After they graduated, Voldemort launched the Wizarding War. Black persuaded James and Lily to change the secret keeper. Peter Pettigrew was betrayed in the end. You should know what happened next."

"Moon Face..." Hermione inexplicably remembered the Boggart, which once turned into a silver-white disk in front of Professor Lupin, "How do you know?"

"Principal Dumbledore told me..." Loren casually pushed the principal out as an excuse. He couldn't say that he had watched the movie.

On the worn parchment, the details of Hogwarts Castle and the grounds were drawn with thin ink lines. Many small black dots moved on the picture. Tiny fonts marked the names above the small black dots.

The little black dot representing Headmaster Dumbledore was walking downstairs towards the kitchen;

Professor McGonagall was motionless in her office, probably grading homework;

Professor Lupine paced his office;

Administrator Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, is patrolling the seventh floor, and Crookshanks appears to be following her.

The common rooms of several houses were crowded with dense black spots, and the young wizards were so crowded together that it was almost impossible to make out their names.

Loren squinted his eyes and searched carefully for the names on the map: "The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the Room of Requirement are not on the map. I don't know if they didn't put them on the map when they made it, or if these two places cannot be depicted -"

His voice paused as he spoke, and his eyes were fixed on a place on the map. In the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, a small black dot was moving rapidly.

"Peter Pettigrew..." Hermione muttered the name.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of the heart accelerating in the chest was dull but loud. The two of them were so close that they could hear it very clearly.

This heartbeat beat the noisy laughter that filled the entire lounge, and made Hermione's heart tremble. She wanted to persuade Loren not to do impulsive things, and to persuade him to report Wormtail's incident to the police. Dumbledore wanted to persuade him to follow the legal process... The truth came to his lips but he couldn't say anything.

Looking up at Loren, his eyes were complicated, a little surprised, a little angry, maybe even happy, but mostly as indifferent as a frozen black lake in winter.

"Loren..." Hermione suddenly felt that Wormtail was not important anymore. He should be executed directly, sent back to Azkaban, or let the dementors outside give him a kiss. unimportant.

She just wanted Loren to be well and not feel cold in the coming harsh winter.

Finally, Hermione held his hand firmly: "Let's go and catch this murderer!"

Loren was silent for a while, then shook the girl's hand and said softly: "Hermione, wait for me in the lounge. If you are too sleepy, go back to sleep first."

Hermione looked at him in disbelief, her eyes turning red: "Are you going to abandon me?"

"Of course not, I just think that having someone waiting for me in the lounge will make me feel at ease." Loren wiped the corners of the girl's eyes and wiped away the tears that had not yet turned into beads.

"Then remember to come back before lights out."

…

In the corridor on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, a mouse ran towards Silly Barnabas' tapestry.

Perhaps because he was missing an index finger, his steps were not fast, and his gray fur was not bright, and was even sparse, making him look a bit ugly.

The mouse Banban glanced back from time to time, fearing that the two stupid cats would catch up. It occasionally wonders how it ended up in this situation.

In front of the tapestry where Silly Barnabas and the troll were sleeping together, Scabbers the mouse recalled the scene in the stone house in Ilvermorny half a month ago.

"Great Master, please, don't send me back, don't let me die." Some bald, slightly fat middle-aged man knelt on the ground and begged.

A cold, high-pitched voice suddenly sounded from the stroller that was covered by black cloth: "My most loyal servant, how could I let you die... As long as you do what I say, in that mysterious place Find the crown on the armor in the room, put it on... you will gain unparalleled magic power, comparable to my magic power..."

"No, no need." The middle-aged man stammered, but a trace of greed flashed in his watery eyes, "Wormtail just wants to be by his master's side, and he just wants to serve his master well..."

In the dark shadow, a trace of ridicule flashed through the scarlet snake eyes: "Think about it, Wormtail, you have been a foil to others since you were a child. Don't you really want to be the focus of the crowd? Besides, I need a powerful servant now... …”

"Power...focus..." The greed in Wormtail's eyes became more intense, and he lowered his head respectfully, "If this is your order, Master, I happen to know a secret way to sneak into the castle..."