A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 155 Peter Pettigrew

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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the hands of the wall clock on the wall ticked round and round.Harry covered his mouth and yawned, put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and put the corrected student homework on the side of the desk.

It was almost nine o'clock, and his confinement tonight was finally coming to an end.Correcting essays was fun at first, but quickly became tedious and left him drowsy.

Harry glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting opposite the desk. The other party had been silent tonight, with a short and fat body curled up behind the desk, with his head bowed and silent, only his restless little eyes kept moving. He looked in the direction of the wall clock frequently, not knowing what he was in a hurry for.

"Peterina, it's almost nine o'clock..." Harry opened his mouth to break the sleepy and oppressive silence.

"Ah!" Peter straightened his back all of a sudden, as if startled by the sudden sound.He glanced at the time timidly, twisted his hands together, and said in a sharp but small voice: "Harry, I still have something to do tonight. Come with me..."

He walked around from behind the desk, took out a dusty package from a side cabinet, and stuffed it into his loose robe.

"But...it's almost curfew time," said Harry.

"It's okay, you stay with me, Filch won't trouble you." Peter Pettigrew opened the office door without looking back, and glanced outside.

Harry felt a little weird, so he asked, "Peterina, what do you need from me?"

"It's just a little thing, help me move the materials I need for tomorrow's class." Peter whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility here, "I almost forgot about it."

"Okay." Harry suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, nodded and followed him out the door, walking down the stairs.

"Where are we going to get the materials?" After turning into the corridor on the second floor, Harry asked with a frown, looking around.As the curfew time approached, the surroundings became extremely deserted, with occasional voices coming from far away, and the candle lights on the walls on both sides of the corridor flickered slightly.

"Oh, oh... it's on the second floor, there's a utility room there..." Peter faltered.

Hearing the ambiguity and perfunctory in Peter's words, Harry, who felt something was wrong, rang an alarm in his heart.He couldn't help slowing down his steps, and he clenched the wand in his pocket with his right hand.

"Hurry up, don't delay too long." Peter reached out and took Harry's left arm, dragging him forward quickly.The expression on his face became more and more excited and nervous, and even looked a little hideous in the dim light.

Harry was taken aback, feeling his heart go cold.Peter squeezed his arm so painfully that he was almost dragging him forward. He could clearly feel Peter's body trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.

Something is wrong with Pettigrew!If he was going to attack him tonight... there was no one around!No Owen, no Dumbledore, no other professors... What a chance.

No, I can't wait any longer!According to Owen, things often go in the wrong direction you think.Waiting any longer will only make him more and more passive, he has to act first!If it turns out that he was wrong to blame Pettigrew, he will apologize.

Harry didn't hesitate any longer, he quickly pulled out his wand, pointed at Peter Pettigrew and said, "Dizzy!"

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, and rushed straight to Peter who was close at hand.There was a look of surprise on Peter's face, and an invisible barrier opened in front of him in time, ejecting the spell to the side and knocking down a candle lamp hanging on the wall.

Harry was also ejected, and his left arm broke free from Peter's grip.He staggered back a few steps, his heart beating wildly - Pettigrew was already on guard!He really wanted to kill himself!

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew pulled out the wand that he had been holding in his hand from under his robe, Harry stepped back and shouted, "Disarm!"

But the spell was still bounced off by the Iron Armor Curse, and Peter shot a white light at Harry with a strange and terrifying expression on his face.

Harry managed to say "Armor for protection", blocking the spell that almost hit him.He closed his eyes, and a dazzling white light erupted from the tip of his staff. The dazzling light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and made Peter close his eyes tightly, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Harry turned his legs into the corridor on the other side,

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the hands of the wall clock on the wall ticked round and round.Harry covered his mouth and yawned, put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and put the corrected student homework on the side of the desk.

It was almost nine o'clock, and his confinement tonight was finally coming to an end.Correcting essays was fun at first, but quickly became tedious and left him drowsy.

Harry glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting opposite the desk. The other party had been silent tonight, with a short and fat body curled up behind the desk, with his head bowed and silent, only his restless little eyes kept moving. He looked in the direction of the wall clock frequently, not knowing what he was in a hurry for.

"Peterina, it's almost nine o'clock..." Harry opened his mouth to break the sleepy and oppressive silence.

"Ah!" Peter straightened his back all of a sudden, as if startled by the sudden sound.He glanced at the time timidly, twisted his hands together, and said in a sharp but small voice: "Harry, I still have something to do tonight. Come with me..."

He walked around from behind the desk, took out a dusty package from a side cabinet, and stuffed it into his loose robe.

"But...it's almost curfew time," said Harry.

"It's okay, you stay with me, Filch won't trouble you." Peter Pettigrew opened the office door without looking back, and glanced outside.

Harry felt a little weird, so he asked, "Peterina, what do you need from me?"

"It's just a little thing, help me move the materials I need for tomorrow's class." Peter whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility here, "I almost forgot about it."

"Okay." Harry suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, nodded and followed him out the door, walking down the stairs.

"Where are we going to get the materials?" After turning into the corridor on the second floor, Harry asked with a frown, looking around.As the curfew time approached, the surroundings became extremely deserted, with occasional voices coming from far away, and the candle lights on the walls on both sides of the corridor flickered slightly.

"Oh, oh... it's on the second floor, there's a utility room there..." Peter faltered.

Hearing the ambiguity and perfunctory in Peter's words, Harry, who felt something was wrong, rang an alarm in his heart.He couldn't help slowing down his steps, and he clenched the wand in his pocket with his right hand.

"Hurry up, don't delay too long." Peter reached out and took Harry's left arm, dragging him forward quickly.The expression on his face became more and more excited and nervous, and even looked a little hideous in the dim light.

Harry was taken aback, feeling his heart go cold.Peter squeezed his arm so painfully that he was almost dragging him forward. He could clearly feel Peter's body trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.

Something is wrong with Pettigrew!If he was going to attack him tonight... there was no one around!No Owen, no Dumbledore, no other professors... What a chance.

No, I can't wait any longer!According to Owen, things often go in the wrong direction you think.Waiting any longer will only make him more and more passive, he has to act first!If it turns out that he was wrong to blame Pettigrew, he will apologize.

Harry didn't hesitate any longer, he quickly pulled out his wand, pointed at Peter Pettigrew and said, "Dizzy!"

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, and rushed straight to Peter who was close at hand.There was a look of surprise on Peter's face, and an invisible barrier opened in front of him in time, ejecting the spell to the side and knocking down a candle lamp hanging on the wall.

Harry was also ejected, and his left arm broke free from Peter's grip.He staggered back a few steps, his heart beating wildly - Pettigrew was already on guard!He really wanted to kill himself!

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew pulled out the wand that he had been holding in his hand from under his robe, Harry stepped back and shouted, "Disarm!"

But the spell was still bounced off by the Iron Armor Curse, and Peter shot a white light at Harry with a strange and terrifying expression on his face.

Harry managed to say "Armor for protection", blocking the spell that almost hit him.He closed his eyes, and a dazzling white light erupted from the tip of his staff. The dazzling light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and made Peter close his eyes tightly, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Harry turned his legs into the corridor on the other side,

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the hands of the wall clock on the wall ticked round and round.Harry covered his mouth and yawned, put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and put the corrected student homework on the side of the desk.

It was almost nine o'clock, and his confinement tonight was finally coming to an end.Correcting essays was fun at first, but quickly became tedious and left him drowsy.

Harry glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting opposite the desk. The other party had been silent tonight, with a short and fat body curled up behind the desk, with his head bowed and silent, only his restless little eyes kept moving. He looked in the direction of the wall clock frequently, not knowing what he was in a hurry for.

"Peterina, it's almost nine o'clock..." Harry opened his mouth to break the sleepy and oppressive silence.

"Ah!" Peter straightened his back all of a sudden, as if startled by the sudden sound.He glanced at the time timidly, twisted his hands together, and said in a sharp but small voice: "Harry, I still have something to do tonight. Come with me..."

He walked around from behind the desk, took out a dusty package from a side cabinet, and stuffed it into his loose robe.

"But...it's almost curfew time," said Harry.

"It's okay, you stay with me, Filch won't trouble you." Peter Pettigrew opened the office door without looking back, and glanced outside.

Harry felt a little weird, so he asked, "Peterina, what do you need from me?"

"It's just a little thing, help me move the materials I need for tomorrow's class." Peter whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility here, "I almost forgot about it."

"Okay." Harry suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, nodded and followed him out the door, walking down the stairs.

"Where are we going to get the materials?" After turning into the corridor on the second floor, Harry asked with a frown, looking around.As the curfew time approached, the surroundings became extremely deserted, with occasional voices coming from far away, and the candle lights on the walls on both sides of the corridor flickered slightly.

"Oh, oh... it's on the second floor, there's a utility room there..." Peter faltered.

Hearing the ambiguity and perfunctory in Peter's words, Harry, who felt something was wrong, rang an alarm in his heart.He couldn't help slowing down his steps, and he clenched the wand in his pocket with his right hand.

"Hurry up, don't delay too long." Peter reached out and took Harry's left arm, dragging him forward quickly.The expression on his face became more and more excited and nervous, and even looked a little hideous in the dim light.

Harry was taken aback, feeling his heart go cold.Peter squeezed his arm so painfully that he was almost dragging him forward. He could clearly feel Peter's body trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.

Something is wrong with Pettigrew!If he was going to attack him tonight... there was no one around!No Owen, no Dumbledore, no other professors... What a chance.

No, I can't wait any longer!According to Owen, things often go in the wrong direction you think.Waiting any longer will only make him more and more passive, he has to act first!If it turns out that he was wrong to blame Pettigrew, he will apologize.

Harry didn't hesitate any longer, he quickly pulled out his wand, pointed at Peter Pettigrew and said, "Dizzy!"

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, and rushed straight to Peter who was close at hand.There was a look of surprise on Peter's face, and an invisible barrier opened in front of him in time, ejecting the spell to the side and knocking down a candle lamp hanging on the wall.

Harry was also ejected, and his left arm broke free from Peter's grip.He staggered back a few steps, his heart beating wildly - Pettigrew was already on guard!He really wanted to kill himself!

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew pulled out the wand that he had been holding in his hand from under his robe, Harry stepped back and shouted, "Disarm!"

But the spell was still bounced off by the Iron Armor Curse, and Peter shot a white light at Harry with a strange and terrifying expression on his face.

Harry managed to say "Armor for protection", blocking the spell that almost hit him.He closed his eyes, and a dazzling white light erupted from the tip of his staff. The dazzling light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and made Peter close his eyes tightly, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Harry turned his legs into the corridor on the other side,

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the hands of the wall clock on the wall ticked round and round.Harry covered his mouth and yawned, put down the quill in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and put the corrected student homework on the side of the desk.

It was almost nine o'clock, and his confinement tonight was finally coming to an end.Correcting essays was fun at first, but quickly became tedious and left him drowsy.

Harry glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting opposite the desk. The other party had been silent tonight, with a short and fat body curled up behind the desk, with his head bowed and silent, only his restless little eyes kept moving. He looked in the direction of the wall clock frequently, not knowing what he was in a hurry for.

"Peterina, it's almost nine o'clock..." Harry opened his mouth to break the sleepy and oppressive silence.

"Ah!" Peter straightened his back all of a sudden, as if startled by the sudden sound.He glanced at the time timidly, twisted his hands together, and said in a sharp but small voice: "Harry, I still have something to do tonight. Come with me..."

He walked around from behind the desk, took out a dusty package from a side cabinet, and stuffed it into his loose robe.

"But...it's almost curfew time," said Harry.

"It's okay, you stay with me, Filch won't trouble you." Peter Pettigrew opened the office door without looking back, and glanced outside.

Harry felt a little weird, so he asked, "Peterina, what do you need from me?"

"It's just a little thing, help me move the materials I need for tomorrow's class." Peter whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility here, "I almost forgot about it."

"Okay." Harry suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, nodded and followed him out the door, walking down the stairs.

"Where are we going to get the materials?" After turning into the corridor on the second floor, Harry asked with a frown, looking around.As the curfew time approached, the surroundings became extremely deserted, with occasional voices coming from far away, and the candle lights on the walls on both sides of the corridor flickered slightly.

"Oh, oh... it's on the second floor, there's a utility room there..." Peter faltered.

Hearing the ambiguity and perfunctory in Peter's words, Harry, who felt something was wrong, rang an alarm in his heart.He couldn't help slowing down his steps, and he clenched the wand in his pocket with his right hand.

"Hurry up, don't delay too long." Peter reached out and took Harry's left arm, dragging him forward quickly.The expression on his face became more and more excited and nervous, and even looked a little hideous in the dim light.

Harry was taken aback, feeling his heart go cold.Peter squeezed his arm so painfully that he was almost dragging him forward. He could clearly feel Peter's body trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.

Something is wrong with Pettigrew!If he was going to attack him tonight... there was no one around!No Owen, no Dumbledore, no other professors... What a chance.

No, I can't wait any longer!According to Owen, things often go in the wrong direction you think.Waiting any longer will only make him more and more passive, he has to act first!If it turns out that he was wrong to blame Pettigrew, he will apologize.

Harry didn't hesitate any longer, he quickly pulled out his wand, pointed at Peter Pettigrew and said, "Dizzy!"

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, and rushed straight to Peter who was close at hand.There was a look of surprise on Peter's face, and an invisible barrier opened in front of him in time, ejecting the spell to the side and knocking down a candle lamp hanging on the wall.

Harry was also ejected, and his left arm broke free from Peter's grip.He staggered back a few steps, his heart beating wildly - Pettigrew was already on guard!He really wanted to kill himself!

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew pulled out the wand that he had been holding in his hand from under his robe, Harry stepped back and shouted, "Disarm!"

But the spell was still bounced off by the Iron Armor Curse, and Peter shot a white light at Harry with a strange and terrifying expression on his face.

Harry managed to say "Armor for protection", blocking the spell that almost hit him.He closed his eyes, and a dazzling white light erupted from the tip of his staff. The dazzling light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and made Peter close his eyes tightly, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Harry turned his legs into the corridor on the other side,

(End of this chapter)