In the Gryffindor public washroom,

The water flows rushingly!

After ten minutes of washing, Harry finally completely cleaned the odor from his body.

Harry felt that he had been unfavorable lately.

A Quidditch match encounters a dementor; a Christmas present, Firebolt, is confiscated by Professor McGonagall; a person is sleeping in a dormitory alone, and can be hit by Peeves' big shit.

Really bad luck!

It wasn't Ron who was really stuck with the ominous, but himself, right? !

"Mmmm!"

Harry hung his throat professionally, feeling his throat open, and turned his ears to the side, listening to the movement in the lounge.

no one!

There must be no one, the students are all home, and Professor McGonagall is not coming. Ron left the dormitory early in the morning, went to the library, and won't be back for a while.

Harry held the shower in his left hand and the soap in his left hand, and began to secretly release himself, trying to roar:

"Aha! Love even if you die~!"

"Three days and three nights in the middle of the night, the kissing does not stop!

Ahh~"

After the dolphin sound, Harry, who felt good about himself, practiced how to express himself against the squashed soap.

"Qiu, I have something I've always wanted to say to you... No, the tone is not strong enough...

Autumn, stay with me, this is my lifetime request! "

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Harry's little hands trembled with fright, and the soap slid to the ground.

"Is that you, Ron? Where have you been? You're not here in the morning, do you want to take a shower? Let's go together!"

Harry was in a hurry and didn't know what he was talking about, forcibly concealing his embarrassment.

No one knows that he likes Qiu, but he can't reveal it.

"It's me! Potter!"

boom!

There was a sound of slipping, followed by a heavy head slam on the floor.

rubbed to stand up,

step on the soap,

Another slip.

Smashed a fork!

After several collisions, Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the bathroom, frowned and asked, "Potter, are you alright?"

"No...it's okay...it's just that the floor is a little slippery."

Five minutes later, Harry, whose face was bruised from the fall, finally got dressed and opened the bathroom door.

"Professor McGonagall, why are you here? Is something wrong?" Harry asked awkwardly.

Professor McGonagall folded his thin arms over his chest, staring at Harry through his square glasses.

"Where is Mr. Weasley? I have something to do with him."

"Oh, Ron." Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not looking for himself.

"He went to the library to study early in the morning."

Professor McGonagall nodded and said with a stern face: "Harry, even if there is no one in the common room, you have to control it.

Your singing is out of tune, and you're almost at Slytherin. "

"..."

"Also, confession is a technical job, I think..." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, "The line you just said was too poor.

No girl will take care of you! "

Harry's face flushed red.

Gone,

My own social death!

There was only one thing on his mind right now: which building at Hogwarts was the tallest, so jumping down would kill him...

Professor McGonagall turned away and walked towards the library.

Harry stopped in place for a few seconds and followed, trying to break the jar and ask Professor McGonagall a few hands... an unkind way of confession.

"Professor, how is the Firebolt inspection?" Harry didn't ask directly, but asked in a curved line.

"Proceed in an orderly manner, don't rush." ​​Professor McGonagall's face was serious.

"By the way, is there anything unusual in your dormitory recently?"

"Abnormal, no?" Harry thought for two seconds and shook his head.

The only exception is probably that his sleep quality is high.

When late at night:

Ron's purring was incessant, Scattered teeth grinding, rhythm; Neville's sleep-talks filled the air, and Ralph's clams croaked.

Since the holiday, Neville brought Leif home, and Ron suddenly stopped snoring, infected with the habit of grinding his teeth.

The dormitory was suddenly quiet, and he was really not used to it.

"Well, be careful, Black might even sneak into the school." Professor McGonagall explained.

Before they got to the library, the two met Ron who came back.

"Where have you been, Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall squinted at Ron.

"I was doing my homework in the library, and then I went to see Hagrid, but he wasn't home." Ron looked confused.

"Did something happen? Did Black come again?"

"No." Professor McGonagall explained, "your parents are here to take you to Romania to see your second brother, Charlie."

"Now go to the principal's office with me, let's go."

"Charlie...what happened to him?" Ron looked anxious.

"It's nothing, he found the bones of the ancient magical animal fossil pterosaur, and wants you to take a look."

Professor McGonagall seldom lies, but at this time, it seems that the skill of stacking is born, and it is very skilled to use.

"By the way, I might be staying for a vacation. Is there anything to take with me?" Mag said 'unintentionally'.

"You don't need to take the clothes, but do you need to take pets such as owls?"

"I didn't...have no owl." Ron touched his jacket pocket and said, "There's only one mouse, Scabber, and it's sitting on me."

Professor McGonagall nodded, glancing vaguely at the bulging pocket.

"What's wrong with your face?" Ron and Harry whispered behind deliberately.

"Nothing, I had a fight with Peeves," Harry said awkwardly. "Have you finished your homework?"

"No, not at all. I know every word, but when combined, I don't know what I'm talking about."

Ron looked like a scumbag.

"Wait for Hermione to come back and copy her?" Harry lowered his voice.

"Don't think about it, she won't copy it for us, it's better to buy homework." Ron whispered.

The reference answer business of Akali Mystery Shop has been transferred to Li. Now the answer at Hogwarts is that he is looking for someone to do it.

Harry and Ron were used to buying.

"You went to Hagrid's?" Harry asked curiously.

Ron hadn't been to Hagrid for a long time, because he had seen Big Black and thought it was ominous.

"Well, suddenly wanted to visit him, but he wasn't home. I found a marmot in his pumpkin patch." Ron beamed.

"Groundhog?"

"Well, I'm ready for adoption," Ron said.

"Spotty is dying of old age, and I can't afford an owl, and a marmot would be a good pet."

"I can get you an owl, brother." Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder.

"It's okay, I like mice the most." Ron smiled sincerely.

The three quickly came to the principal's office.

There are no Weasleys in the office, only Dumbledore and Lupin, and the three William in the double-sided mirror.

"Where are my parents?" Ron looked around. "Didn't you say you're going to Romania?"

Professor McGonagall closed the wooden door and said solemnly, "We'll talk about this later, now Mr. Weasley, where's your mouse Scabber?

can i take a look at it? "

All eyes were on Ron, who took two steps back in fear.

Ron hesitated, then reached into his pocket. Scabbers appeared, shaking violently.

Ron had to grab the long, bald tail to keep it from escaping.

Everyone took up wands, including Dumbledore.

"What's wrong?" Ron was startled, holding Scabbers closer to him, looking scared.

"Did Scabbers bite something important?"

"It's probably an Animagus," said Lupin, "named Peter Pettigrew."

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Harry said hard: "Peter Pettigrew is dead! Killed by Black twelve years ago!"

"That's right." Ron seemed frightened, as pale as Lupin's.

He clenched his fists, and Banban screamed in pain like a pig, struggling to escape.

"This mouse has lived in your house for twelve years, hasn't it?" Lupin said. "You never thought, how could it live so long?"

"We...we've been taking care of it!" Ron argued.

"But he's not looking very well now, is he?" Lupin said. "I guess he's been losing weight since he heard that Blake was on the run..."

"It scared the mad cat in Crookshanks!" said Ron angrily.

Hermione in the mirror snorted.

She said that the freckles were not normal. Otherwise why didn't Crookshanks attack others, only Scabbers?

"Boy, we'll prove if this mouse is Peter. Just for a second, it won't hurt it," said Dumbledore.

Ron put Scabbers on the ground and it fled around.

Professor McGonagall and Lupin raised their wands at the same time~lightnovelpub.net~ There was a blue-white glow from the wands.

Scabbers floated up, suspended in mid-air.

Its little black body twisted frantically.

Then……

Then no.

Scabbers didn't change.

Or the dying black mouse.

It's a real mouse,

not...

Animagus!

...

...

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