"It should have been opened when the human body was restored." Betty walked to him.
"Now it is certain that Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew. Sirius discovered his Animagus form after seeing a photo of Ron's family in the newspaper." Hermione said.
"This explains why he chased him to Hogwarts and wanted to enter the Gryffindor lounge." Harry also cleared up his thoughts.
"I can't believe it! A murderer has lived in our house for more than ten years." Even though he was mentally prepared, Ron was still a little scared.
"What's with the blood and hair here?" Harry asked confused.
"A cover-up trick. Twelve years ago, he cut off a finger to save his life, and now he wants to do it again. Judging from the scene, he probably wants to put the blame on Crookshanks," Ivey analyzed calmly.
"It's superfluous. The Marauder's Map is gone, so why do you want to do this?" Betty said coldly.
"He jumped over the wall in a hurry. Harry got the Marauder's Map, and he could be found whenever he opened it. And he knew that we had already suspected him. Ron put him in a cage and it proved this. He didn't look for opportunities to escape.
It’s a dead end.”
"You bastard! You actually want to put the blame on Crookshanks! Crookshanks went out for a wild day somewhere yesterday and didn't come back at night. Now he's clearly sleeping in my bed." Hermione scolded angrily at first. Then she continued
Somewhat discouraged, he said, "What should we do now? It is possible for Peter Pettigrew to escape to any corner. It is impossible to find a mouse on this planet. Even if the mouse is missing a toe."
"No, it didn't escape, it should still be in Hogwarts." Ivy thought for a while and denied.
"Yes. If it wants to escape, it should escape when Sirius escapes from prison. It can't wait until now." Betty also agreed with him.
"And it illustrates this even more by taking away the Marauder's Map. This thing is useless anywhere but Hogwarts."
"But why does it take the risk of staying in Hogwarts? Just leave and go anywhere, no one can find it." Hermione was puzzled.
"The reason is not yet clear. But Blake seemed to be sure that it would not run away, and he chased it with just one photo."
"Even so, Hogwarts is not small. Where will it hide?" Harry said.
"Anywhere is possible. It is holding the Marauder's Map now, and it knows every move of everyone in Hogwarts. Maybe it is looking at the map to mock us now."
"Pervert!" Hermione yelled angrily and immediately felt uneasy all over.
"Um - Hermione, actually the map only shows your name. You can't see anything else," Harry explained awkwardly. After all, he wanted to use it in this way.
"There's one more thing. That black dog you saw -" Ivy turned to Harry
"Is there a result?" Harry and Ron were overjoyed. They were more concerned about this matter.
"I have a guess. If Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, will Blake also have an Animagus form?"
"You want to say that the black dog is Black!" Harry reacted.
"Impossible!" Ron didn't believe it
"Why is it impossible? Has that black dog ever harmed you?"
"No"
"Then it won't end"
"If this is true, it can explain why Black was able to escape the dementors." Hermione said softly.
"So he can stay sane even after staying in Azkaban for 12 years, because dementors won't pay attention to a dog." Betty also took advantage of the situation.
"right"
"...Suppose you are right. But now that the Marauder's Map is gone, there is no way to find Black to verify it." Harry was convinced.
"Verification does not have to be Black himself, did you forget Moon Face?" Ivey reminded
"Professor Lupin!" Harry's eyes lit up.
"He should be able to verify our suspicions."
"What are you waiting for? Let's go! Find Professor Lupin." Ron pulled Harry up and ran out.
"Don't go!" Hermione shouted excitedly.
The two were restrained, stopped and turned around, "What's wrong?"
"Professor Lupin...he...is...not feeling well today," Hermione stammered in a panic.
"He's not feeling well, why are you panicking?" Harry looked at her suspiciously
"Because... because..." Hermione looked around unnaturally.
"Tell me!" Ron walked up to her and looked directly into her eyes, "Are you hiding something from us?"
"I didn't!" Hermione said harshly.
"Liar! Last time Professor Lupine was not feeling well, you kept it a secret. Tell us quickly, or else - hum..." Ron was gearing up, and it looked like he was about to take action.
But Ivey won’t let him get his wish, “Just tell them.”
"But Professor Lupine—"
"It's okay, they won't mind."
"You two also know?" Harry looked at Ivy and Betty with blank eyes.
"I just found out. It was Irene who told us." Once again, I put the blame on my mother.
Seeing this, Ron directly took out his wand and pointed it at his head, "Don't tell me!"
"Okay, okay, you put the knife down first - no - you put down the wand first."
"This news is a bit shocking, it's better for you to sit down first," Ivey said in a pretentious manner.
"Tsk——!" Hearing this, Ron frowned and raised the arm he had just lowered.
"Stop! I said. Professor Lupine is a werewolf"
"What!" The two of them excitedly took off on the spot.
"What a joke! How can Professor Lupine be a werewolf!" Harry's voice was sharp and harsh.
"Did you just make up a story to deceive me?" Ron aimed at himself again.
"You must have copied the part about werewolves in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook several times. Let me ask you, what are werewolves most afraid of?"
"Full moon" Ron replied immediately
"Why?"
"Because on a full moon night, their transformations are out of control and they lose their minds."
"Correct. Let me ask you again, what did the Boggart become when he faced Professor Lupin?"
"A silver ball." Harry thought for a moment. "No! That's...the moon!"
"Do you still remember the day last month when Professor Luping was feeling unwell?"
"Full moon night" Harry said solemnly
In fact, you may not know that the full moon night is not only on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, but actually happens every month. This thing is like an aunt, it will be out of control for two days every month, and no one can stand it.
.That’s why Lupine couldn’t go out to work.
"Then what day is today?"
"Full Moon Night"
"so--"
"So Professor Lupine is a werewolf" the two finally accepted this fact.
“Let’s wait until the holiday is over to find you again.”
"That's the only way it can be." Ron nodded.
"By the way," Harry seemed to remember something, "Professor Lupine said that Snape helped him make a potion, and it was quite effective."
"Wolfsbane potion. Even if the werewolf transforms on a full moon night, it can keep the werewolf sane. Irene helped Lupine make it before."
After saying everything that needed to be said, Ivey was ready to leave.
"If there's nothing else, let's leave first. Remember, don't tell anything about Professor Lu Ping."
"You're just leaving? What about Pettigrew?"
"There's nothing I can do for now. I have to think about it and wait until school starts."
.....
Time went back to six hours ago, in Harry's bedroom.
"Bang——!" After a crisp cracking sound, a short and fat figure suddenly appeared in the room.
He is short in stature and looks even more embarrassed than Lupin in his dirty clothes. His small eyes are bright, his hair is sparse and dull, and he has a large patch of bald patch on top of his head. He has a mouse-like face and a pointed nose, and there is a hair on his right hand.
One index finger is missing.
"Hehe... almost... almost" he muttered nervously and picked up the parchment on the bed.
"That boy... hee hee... is definitely a hidden danger." He gently unfolded the scroll, "Fortunately... it was too timely."
"With you...I'm safe...no...not enough...that boy...so smart...he'll find me...and the cat"
"First...plan..."
"Think calmly... Peter... you will succeed... Hehe... the whole world has been deceived by you... haha... you are just a few naive kids."
As he spoke, Pettigrew bit his finger and spilled the blood.
"I need time...to be wary of those beasts"
....
The vacation passed quickly, and Ivy and Betty also returned to school. At this time, the little wizards were heading to the Care of Magical Creatures class on the hunting grounds.
"What a damn weather! I've got mud on my feet again." Ron shook his leg angrily.
The weather in London in January was cold and humid. The little wizards had just come out of the warm lounge with reluctant expressions on their faces. As they walked across the muddy lawn, their footsteps became heavier and heavier, and there was a smell of mud in the air.
A fishy smell mixed with aromatic herbs.
"Have you told Hagrid about Buckbeak?" Ivy walked slowly.
"No," Harry shook his head irritably. "We have been discussing Pettigrew for the past two days. And the Quidditch match is about to start. Wood came to see me again last night. This time we must not lose."
"Don't you have a Firebolt? With your level, you can't kill anyone without a Firebolt."
"It's not about strength, it's about dementors. Wood is also worried about this. For this reason, I made an appointment with Professor Lupine some time ago to find time to train me in the Patronus Charm."
"Very good. Lu Ping's teaching level is pretty good, at least much better than the one at my house."
"We can take this opportunity to confirm our suspicions with Professor Lupin." Hermione agreed.
Although this section of the road was quite strenuous, it was worth the money. Hagrid finally brought something different today.
"It's very cold." Hagrid looked at the crowd with a smile and patted the iron box at his feet. "Don't be afraid. Let's warm ourselves by the fire today."
With that said, he walked to the fence and picked up some firewood. Buckbeak was also tied here. He lay on the ground and looked at Hagrid curiously.
"Hermione, make a fire," Hagrid said after stacking the firewood near the iron box.
"Yeah" Hermione took out her wand. As the tip of the wand shone with light, the firewood was ignited.
"Thank you." Hagrid turned around and opened the iron box, picked up the box and dumped it on the ground.
A group of small orange-red lizards fell out. They groped around with their heads and heads. After feeling the warmth of the fire, they immediately crawled over and dived directly into the flames.