A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 133 Untitled
While something extraordinary seems to be happening inside the castle this year, the lives of the students haven't changed much.Hogwarts is still the same.

Owen continued his peaceful and peaceful study and life. He routinely received praise and bonus points from the professor in every class. Mrs. Norris was a good cat in his eyes.He paddled low-key in the gatherings of the study group, and began to observe the situation of several Weasleys intentionally, but he didn't find anything unusual.

In this regard, Owen could only let out a sigh of disappointment from the melon-eating crowd, and turned around to tease Tom in the diary again.Whether it's a little Voldemort or an old Voldemort, the one who can hold it in his hand is a good Voldemort.

Blaise still likes to collect some weird items from all over the world, like a hamster, he collects the things he is interested in into his own hands, and also learned to make some simple magic props from Owen, recently it seems to have opened up a new world The door, came up with some gadgets that even Owen was inspired by.

Daphne is still working hard calmly and resolutely. Although she felt a lot more relaxed and relieved after having an open chat with Owen last time, she will not slow down her progress because of this.Perhaps, now she has more thoughts about not wanting to fall too far behind Owen.

As for Harry and Draco... Even when Draco clamored over and over that he was going to tell his dad to abolish Hogwarts' detention, his and Harry's detentions continued unwaveringly.

But since he claimed to write a letter asking Mr. Malfoy to change the castle administrator, Mr. Filch, who didn't want to pack up and leave, finally made a compromise and didn't force Draco to clean the toilet anymore.

"Filch is a bullying idiot!" Draco said triumphantly on the way to the confinement, "I dare say, I just need to take a stroll around the castle tonight..."

Harry walked beside him dejectedly, feeling dejected and having a headache at the thought of being called out by Lockhart to help him write an answer to his fans tonight.

Only a few meters away from Lockhart's office, Harry couldn't help slowing down, moving forward like a snail.Maybe he hopes to delay time in this way, even for a second.

At this time, the door of another office not far away opened with a "squeak". It was the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class office.There is only one room between the two offices, and I don't know if it was arranged this way on purpose.

Peter Pettigrew's bald head poked out through the crack of the door, first glanced around alertly, then his pointed nose twitched when he saw Harry and Draco on the other side of the corridor. , a pair of small eyes wandering erratically.

"Oh, Harry, what are you doing here?" he said in a slightly sharp voice, rubbing his hands across his chest.

"I'm going to detention, Professor," Harry muttered listlessly. "Go to Professor Lockhart and write to him..."

Peter Pettigrew sniffled, his eyes rolled restlessly in their sockets, as if he didn't want to look him in the eye.

Another door also opened, Lockhart obviously heard the voices outside, he strode out of his office, his eyes lit up when he saw Harry, he walked over and grabbed his shoulders, smiling brightly .

"Oh, what a charming night, isn't it? I can feel your restless breath from a long distance, our arrogant little villain." Lockhart said with a smile on Harry, ignoring the little wizard's rise. red face.

"Oh, and Pettigrew, I plan to attend your class tomorrow, isn't it a surprise?" He happily said to Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew's face froze, and his lips pursed for a moment, Harry thought he probably wanted to curse.But in the end, he just glanced sideways at Harry and said, "Gideroy, can I borrow Harry from you tonight?"

Under Harry's surprised gaze, Lockhart's expression was stunned: "I know, he is such a charming little guy, isn't he? But why don't you change the time? We have already agreed, tonight haha Leigh promised to help me, he likes that sort of thing, doesn't he, Harry?"

He patted Harry's shoulder heavily, looked at the extremely repulsive expression on the other's face, and smiled with gleaming teeth: "Look, Harry agrees too. You don't know, Pettigrew, I've always been guilty, It was me who made him do it wrong...I really want to kick myself."

"If I hadn't let him have a taste of the limelight during the summer vacation and put him on the front page of the Daily Prophet, he wouldn't have become addicted, and went to beat his classmates..." Lockhart died Clutching Harry's shoulders tightly, with a deeply emotional expression, "I let him taste the sweetness, made a young man no longer willing to be ordinary, and made him start to attract the attention of others by all means..."

Harry's eyes were burning, he remembered how stupid he was in that headline - no glasses, glassy eyes, like a mentally handicapped goose - all he wanted now was to strangle Lockhart to death !

"But I think Harry is more famous than you, Professor Lockhart..." Draco said slowly, his gray eyes looking at Lockhart with disgust and disdain, "why can't you turn back?" Come to think of it, it was you who made the headlines because of Harry's name?"

Lockhart seemed to have noticed that there was a fourth person here, and he stared at Draco in astonishment, as if he didn't expect that there would be someone talking to him like this in this world.

"Gidero, I have something very important to see Harry." Peter Pettigrew pierced the awkward silence, "I hope..."

"Of course I'd like to make it easier for you, Pettigrew." Lockhart interrupted him directly, with a bright smile on his face again.He let go of Harry's shoulders, and walked towards Draco with a smile: "Look, there is another bad boy here, who used such a rude way to attract my attention. I think I have to be responsible for it... ...Blame me for being too conniving with fans of this age."

"Come and write me a letter tonight, ha, aren't you having fun?" He beamed and said to Draco, who looked arrogant and contemptuous, and grabbed his arm and pulled him into his office, "Don't Worry, I'll tell Filch..."

Harry stretched out a hand towards the backs of the two, with his lips slightly parted, watching the figures of the two being blocked by the closed door.He lowered his arms silently, expressing gratitude and mourning for Draco in his heart.This friend can get along, he really dares to stand up for something!

"Come in, Harry," said Pettigrew.

Harry looked at the other's chunky back curiously, and followed him into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

This office has been transformed into its owner's favorite appearance. It is filled with all kinds of furniture and weird decorations, making the activity space very narrow, and many corners are dark in every corner. almost.The heavy curtains are drawn tightly even at night, and only one oil lamp is lit in the room, making it very dark here.

He sat on a large and soft sofa, looked up at each other, and couldn't wait to know what he was going to do to him.

In the dim flickering firelight, Peter Pettigrew's expression seemed to flicker, making it hard to see clearly.He silently squeezed into the deep part of the office from the narrow passage, and asked in a low tone: "Do you want to drink something? Pumpkin juice or black tea?"

"Thanks, pumpkin juice will be just fine, Professor," said Harry.

There was a sound of rummaging and knocking bottles and cans in the darkness. After a while, Peter Pettigrew came over with a large jug in his hand and poured a glass for Harry and himself.

He picked up his cup and took a sip, his small eyes shining brightly in the dim environment.Wringing his hands, he said in a voice that sounded like he was talking to himself: "Harry, I'm sorry to trouble you to come to me... Ah, I just wanted to talk to you, just talk." He seemed to be emphasizing something.

"No, I'd love to be here, Professor." Harry took a sip of the pumpkin juice, finding it too sweet, and put it down.As long as he didn't go to Lockhart's, he thought it would be fine to go anywhere, not to mention that he was very curious about the man in front of him.

"Isn't it too sweet? I forgot... Ever since I came back, I always like to eat something sweet." Peter Pettigrew said in a whisper, his eyes began to wander around again.

"I know, I've heard about your deeds..." Harry also whispered.

"My deeds... oh, me, I just haven't done anything well..." Peter muttered under another sip of pumpkin juice, "Everything. They'd rather I be dead than I never come back..."

"No, professor, I know you're a hero!" Harry said earnestly, his emerald green eyes bright without any haze in the dim firelight, "You are able to do things that others dare not do, to Defending the justice in your heart is something worthy of admiration for anyone. I think many people are very happy that you are still alive, such as the professors at the school, and there are too many people who know your deeds..."

"Really? You think so?" Peter Pettigrew stared blankly at him, sniffing his nose vigorously, his small watery eyes instantly filled with tears.He said in a high-pitched, trembling voice, "Oh, Harry, I'm really...really sorry..."

He lowered his head deeply, his short and fat body trembling violently, and said in a crying voice: "I am not a hero, but your parents are, they are so brave and good people..." He Sniffing hard again: "I should...should have watched you grow up. I'm sorry, but... there's no turning back."

"You know my parents?" Harry stared at him.

"Ah, yes, it's more than acquaintance..." Peter Pettigrew glanced up at Harry's eyes, then quickly looked away, as if he was afraid of meeting his eyes, "Your eyes are exactly like your mother. Ah, Your mother is a smart and brave witch, full of sense of justice, with a clear distinction between love and hate... You and your mother are really similar in character."

"Your father... We used to be very good friends. When we were in Hogwarts, we were almost inseparable..." He stood up tremblingly, and walked through the crowded arrangement with some staggering steps, in a trance knocked down several things, and then rummaged in the depths of the bookcase.

After a long time, he came back, and his mood became much more stable.He held a photo frame in his hand, glanced at it quickly, and hurriedly handed it to Harry: "I think, you might need it... This is a photo taken when your parents got married Photos, the situation was tense at that time, no one could trust anyone, so there were only a few of us..."

Peter Pettigrew sat down on the sofa again, his hands twisted together again, and his eyes were fixed on the table in front of him.

Harry stared blankly at the people in the photo.His parents were arm in arm, smiling at him as they leaned together.Standing next to him was a handsome black-haired man, smiling cynically, and a pale and haggard man, blinking his eyes and looking at him gently outside the photo.Pettigrew stood on the outermost side, squinting and smiling.

"Professor..." Harry's voice became nasal, "Can you tell me about my parents?"

"Okay, okay..." Peter said softly.

Harry felt that the time was passing so fast that it was almost time for him to leave.He knew some interesting things about their schooling at Hogwarts from Peter the dwarf, but for some reason, Peter was not very willing to tell him about the remaining two people in the photo.

He stood up reluctantly, looking at the other person with intimacy and joy in his eyes, as if he had found a relative he hadn't seen for a long time.But the more he showed such a look, the more unwilling Peter was to meet his eyes. Even though Harry emphasized it many times, Peter seemed to feel guilty for not taking good care of him.

Before going out, Harry paused, and suddenly asked, "Peterina, where have you been all these years when you lost your memory?"

"In the Muggle world, everywhere... oh, nowhere," Peter said with a wink.

"I see..." Harry turned his head to meet his eyes, but the other side avoided his gaze, "You're not going to lie to me, are you?"

"Of course..." Peter repeated, "Of course."

Harry swept across the other's missing right hand as if unintentionally, then nodded and walked out of the office with a thoughtful expression.

The door of Lockhart's office opened almost at the same time, and Draco walked out with a blue complexion and dull eyes, as if sleepwalking, as if he had turned into a walking dead.Lockhart patted Draco on the shoulder with a happy smile, looked at Peter with a complex expression, and said energetically: "Peterina, look at you, it turns out that these little villains are very capable of making trouble, aren't they?"

He shook his head and sighed: "This is not possible, you have to learn how I educate children. The next day I will give you a copy of my autobiography "My Magician", in which I mentioned some common psychological problems among teenagers... ...You know, at this age, there is only one thing on the mind of a child..."

"Kill." Draco said quietly, looking at Lockhart with killing intent in his eyes.

"Oh, rebellious little bastard." Lockhart ruffled his hair affectionately.

Harry sympathetically grabbed Draco who was reaching into his pocket for his wand, said goodbye to the two professors quickly, and hurriedly dragged him away.He didn't want the confinement of the two of them to extend until the end of the semester at all.

"Don't drag me, Harry, let me kill that...that boar!" Draco was still roaring in anger and waving his wand murderously until he returned to the Slytherin common room.

Even Owen, who was having a heart-to-heart conversation with Tom, couldn't help but look over and raised his eyebrows in surprise.He felt that with Draco's current killing intent, it would not be a big problem to cast a killing curse.

Harry managed to calm Draco's emotions, then sat down next to Owen, stared at him deeply and said, "Peterina chatted with me all night..."

"Yo, that's such a sweet call." Owen said lazily with a smile.

"I would like to believe that he is the relative of mine you said..." Harry said after a moment of silence, "However, he seems to have hidden something from me, as well as some things from that year. As you said, that mouse As far as my only kin is concerned, I need to catch it and give it to Dumbledore...but you also say that extreme caution is needed because it will escape..."

Owen looked at him innocently, with a "what are you talking about" expression.

"If Pettigrew is really the mouse, if he didn't lose his memory, why did he run away from me? If he had lost his memory, he shouldn't have run away, right?" Harry said clearly, holding his shoulders, "I decided Now, I want to check what happened back then!"

"Then you'd better find Draco." Owen raised his eyebrows, thinking that this guy has become a lot smarter, "His father can easily access the files of the Ministry of Magic. In this kind of thing, my dad...uh , he is more afraid of trouble."

"I will." Harry nodded, already made up his mind.He doesn't know what Pettigrew is hiding from him, but he wants to know the truth.

"Do you know how a man can become an animal?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh, you can look up the Transfiguration textbook for the third grade to learn about Animagus." Owen looked down at the diary in his hand.

After Harry walked away, he saw a line of writing appearing in the diary: "Can you continue to tell me about the boy who lived?"

Owen dipped his quill in the ink, and wrote with a wistful smile: "Harry Potter has a very terrifying ability. His hands can identify who has bad thoughts about him. Once such a person touches When you touch his hand, terrible blisters will appear on your body, and you will feel the pain..."

"I think some magic can achieve similar effects."

"Yeah, but I think that's what Harry is enjoying, he loves watching those who are not loyal to him suffer," Owen wrote. "He also started a study group at Hogwarts and began to absorb and Cultivate a group of followers, and have successfully assembled a group of top students and students from pure-blood families..."

"Tom, even I had to join this study group because Harry was going to teach us some of the advanced spells that Dumbledore taught him!" It's amazing enough. If I don't want to fall out of the ranks of the good, I can only choose to join them..."

"Dumbledore just let him do this?" Tom's handwriting twisted.

"Maybe it's because Harry is willing to train Muggle-born wizards, and Dumbledore likes such people." Owen wrote with a smile, "But Harry grew up in a Muggle family, and it is said that he suffered a lot of abuse. Definitely hates Muggles. But he's good at disguising, he seems to treat everyone equally, and the professors and classmates like him very much..."

"..." Tom fell silent, once again falling into deep doubts about life.

Isn't what Harry Potter does just a copy of himself?Why are the two of them treated so differently?Dumbledore... Confused!

Owen closed the diary with a suppressed smile, and used a long bird and snake feather as a cat teaser, teasing Melet to pounce around.

As he raised the feather in his hand high, Melet's vigorous and smooth figure drew a graceful arc in midair, and planted straight into the fireplace.

"Silly cat!" Owen grabbed Melet by the tail and pulled her out, looking at her scorched beard with heartache.

(End of this chapter)