Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Harry wasn't sure that the mouse was still Ron's pet in this world. To be honest, his idea of ​​'revenge' wasn't that strong at first, at least he didn't intentionally go after the mouse before Voldemort revealed everything back then.

Ron wouldn't take this 'pet' around. After all, a fat gray house mouse without any sparkle is not something to show off. Children of this age are very face-saving, and a mouse will only embarrass him, not give him money.

In the limited number of meetings with Ron, Harry hadn't seen the rat.

"Do you think Peter Pettigrew is not dead?" Dumbledore frowned slightly. In his impression, Peter Pettigrew should have been killed by Black. Before Voldemort told the truth, he also thought that Sirius Black was the Secret Keeper and betrayer. James did not tell others about changing the Secret Keeper. It was done very secretly.

"Blake blew up a street, blew up Peter Pettigrew, and at the scene, only a broken finger was found."

"Isn't that suspicious enough?"

Stereotypes kill people, not to mention that Dumbledore didn't pay much attention to this matter at the time. Sirius, who was identified as the mastermind, was quickly imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban.

"Professor Grindelwald, I wonder if you can predict his position?"

In fact, please ask Dumbledore to do this. It is better to say that Harry wants Grindelwald to help. Grindelwald was Sauron before. He can predict the location of Voldemort, so it should not be difficult to predict Peter Pettigrew.

"Sorry, I can't do that."

Grindelwald shook his head, "I am indeed a prophet, even the best prophet of this era, but fate, it will not accept the assignment."

"The prophecies I can see are more aimed at things related to me, such as Muggles inventing the nuclear bomb. This invention has changed my stereotype of Muggles, or things related to people close to me."

"I was able to make a prophecy about you because I approved of you, and Al played a role in it. I said I could predict Voldemort's position, but I also said a premise at that time. If I am the one who will deal with Voldemort, after establishing a certain causal relationship with me, he will be on the list of objects I prophesied."

"Being favored by the God of Destiny, I gained the power to see the fate, but the God of Destiny is not sleeping beside my bed, so I can't whisper to it."

"And Trelawney?"

"I have to admit that the half-assed prophet is indeed a bit special, but the prediction about Voldemort at that time also has something to do with her. Voldemort influenced the vast majority of people in England, and Trelawney was one of them who was intimidated by him."

"Cassandra Trelawney, the prophet who is known as the legendary prophet has more favor than me. According to legend, she can appoint someone to make a prediction for him every month. I can't do her level. Sybill Trelawney may have inherited a bit of Cassandra Trelawney's talent."

Although he claims to be the strongest prophet of this era, Grindelwald is not blindly arrogant, he is just stating the facts, telling the truth.

"is that so?"

Harry was a little bit disappointed, but this was understandable. The Prophet's prophecy was originally a kind of cheating device outside the specifications. It would be terrible if it was used without any restrictions, especially if this cheating device fell into Grindelwald's hands. If he was really like Cassandra Trelawney, half of Europe and half of North America would probably have been completely unified by him.

Harry turned his gaze to Dumbledore, "Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me the Gryffindor password?"

"What do you think?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that there was something in Harry's words. He seemed to have caught some clues, but he couldn't.

"Ron Weasley, Professor Grindelwald told me that he may have been led by the Confusion Curse and finally caught the scapegoat."

"My intuition tells me that there is something tricky in it."

"After Voldemort came to Hogwarts, he actually still had a chess piece available for him to manipulate Percy Weasley. Although the scapegoat chess piece was a fool and did something completely stupid, it is an indisputable fact that Voldemort's tentacles have already reached Hogwarts, right?"

"Is it possible that the guy who did all this for Voldemort is still at Hogwarts?"

"student?"

"Not necessarily, Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, an unobtrusive mouse."

"Four-legged toads are everywhere, and four-fingered mice are not so common, especially mice without index fingers."

"No one will notice, a mouse has infiltrated Hogwarts, right?"

Dumbledore does not have a Gryffindor password. He has been teaching Transfiguration in Durmstrang. Before Professor McGonagall, he was the teacher of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. Dumbledore, who is far away, naturally does not know what Gryffindor's password has become now.

They left the underground secret room, and Fox's flame teleportation sent them to the door of Professor McGonagall's room.

"Who is it?"

A suspicious voice came from behind the door, and Professor McGonagall in pajamas opened the door.

"Albus? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Professor McGonagall, with a look of astonishment on his face, asked suspiciously. What Dumbledore told her before was that he would come back to attend the dinner at the end of the school year in a week. It was too early and too late.

"In order to deal with some emergencies."

"You mean Potter?"

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly. In her heart, Harry was a very studious and diligent student. It was a pity that he was not assigned to Gryffindor.

"Some of them, but can you tell me the Gryffindor password?"

"Okay, the password is Griffin, do you want me to go with you?"

"No need for Minerva, it's just some trivial matters. I hope it won't disturb the children's rest. They have exams tomorrow."

"In that case." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

The industrious Fox sent them to the entrance of Gryffindor's lounge. The fat lady in the portrait had closed her eyes and dozed off. Her snoring sound was as torturous as her high-pitched voice. She didn't know what to think, but the portrait also needed sleep and snored.

The fat lady who was disturbed was in a particularly bad mood, but when she saw that it was Dumbledore, although she was a little unhappy, she still opened the door, and the headmaster had to say a password when entering the lounge. This is the rule, and it has always been the rule.

It's already twelve o'clock, and in order to prepare for tomorrow's exam, the little wizards have already returned to their beds to recharge their batteries. There are impromptu bridges, but Gryffindor, who has always been nervous, always has enough courage to face the bleak reality. It is impossible to work overtime, unless they have to stay up late to play the crackling and exploding cards.

There was a small copper sign in front of the door of the dormitory, which listed the people living in each dormitory. After a while, they found the dormitory where Ron was. Dumbledore held his wand, and the sound of the trigger being pulled was inaudible. The perfect silent spell made every spell he cast without any trace.

The door was opened silently, and the familiar snoring sound entered their ears. On the four four-poster beds, the red curtains covered four sleeping figures.

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