After spending the morning doing homework in the library, Harry held his legs and walked on the way back to the lounge. He didn't have a handbag that could hold all the textbooks and supplies, so he had to send his things back before eating.
Thinking of the delicious chicken legs, the tired boy became more energetic, but after turning another corner, Harry's steps became heavier.
"Hello, Professor Pedillo."
Ron was the first to say hello to the short man in front of him. For some reason, although the other man's image was a bit bad, he seemed inexplicably kind to him.
"Hello, Professor Pedillo."
"Haha, hello, how are you kids? Did you have a good weekend?"
Harry's greeting came belatedly, but Peter didn't care at all. He raised his hand affectionately as if to pat him, but paused when it fell, and finally placed it on Ron's shoulder.
"It's okay. It would be perfect if there was no homework."
Ron shrugged. He felt very relaxed when getting along with Peter, like family.
"Well, I had the same wish when I was in school, but unfortunately now I have become the person who keeps homework."
Peter shrugged like a boy, looked at each other and smiled.
"Ron, can you do me a favor? Give it back to Mrs. Pince. I need to go back to the office to get something."
"I'm willing to help, Professor Pedillo."
The boy looked at Peter excitedly. In the past, when he was with Harry, he was always the one ignored.
Professor Pedro not only talked to him the most, but also paid more attention to him. Now he even left Harry to ask for help.
"Harry, would you mind coming to my office? I think there are some things I should let you know."
After successfully getting rid of the troublesome guy, Peter turned around as if Harry had extended an invitation.
"Is it about my parents?"
Harry asked carefully. To be honest, although Peter behaved very friendly and approachable, the boy always felt something was not right when he got along with him.
"It has something to do with your parents, but not entirely. Come on, I ordered some butterbeer. It won't arrive until this morning. You're going to like them."
Without waiting for the boy's reply, Peter took the lead and walked directly to his office.
"Please take a seat, Harry."
Peter poked the coffee table with his wand, and the latter reluctantly spat out a plate of pastries and two glasses of butterbeer.
"Here, try it. This was James' favorite drink in third grade, but as we got older, we started to try more exciting drinks."
The man took a big mouthful of frothy wine and swallowed it slowly, looking extremely satisfied.
After being a mouse for twelve years, he is now particularly greedy for human enjoyment, food, wine, beauty...
Ahem, there are no conditions for this last one.
"Thank you, Professor Pedillo."
Harry took a sip of the foam, which was sweet and had only a hint of alcohol.
Although he was reluctant to sit in this dark room, the butterbeer tasted really good.
"You are in third grade this year, right? If Dumbledore hadn't banned students from going to Hogsmeade, you could go to the Three Broomsticks pub on weekends. The butterbeer there is the most authentic and can only be drunk on site."
After speaking, Peter picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into his mouth. The crunching sound made his teeth ache.
Even with human memories, living as a rat for many years still had a great impact on Peter, such as his harsh taste.
Harry didn't know Peter's past experience, but he believed that the other party would like Hagrid's rock biscuits. The boy suspected that those things could be used to grind Norberta's teeth.
"Professor Pedro, Dumbledore closed the school because of the Azkaban fugitive. Why don't we arrest him?"
Speaking of Hogsmeade, Harry felt a little resentful. In the past two years, he could only watch Fred and the others go out to play. This year, he was finally qualified to go, but unexpectedly, Hogsmeade weekend was cancelled.<
/p>
"Of course we can defeat him, but we have to find him. Britain is so big, no one knows where Sirius will go."
Of course Peter knew that Hogwarts must be Sirius's destination, but he was a little confused. Logically speaking, it had been a while since school started, and with the means of his "old friend", he should have arrived long ago. p>
"Sirius?"
Harry frowned. He knew Sirius's full name. It was published in the Daily Prophet. Although the report did not detail the grudges between Peter and Peter, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor took office two months ago.
Later, all kinds of gossip spread in Hogwarts.
And when Peter pronounced the murderer's name, his tone did not sound like an attitude towards an enemy.
"Sirius O'Lynn Black, I think you may have heard something about the relationship between the attacker and the attacked, a very simple relationship, right?"
There was still not much hatred in Peter's tone. This was not a disguise, but sincerity.
For seven years, the four of them were inseparable.
No one is born to be a follower. As the one with the lowest status as a predator, it is a lie to deceive oneself and others to say that there is no disturbance in his heart.
He is jealous, unwilling, grateful, and afraid of Sirius, but he does not hate him.
As a friend, Sirius did a good job and was even willing to share family secrets with them.
Even though in the end Peter was chased by the opponent and had to lose one of his fingers and remain anonymous for twelve years, he still used this opportunity to escape from the sight of the remnants of the Dark Lord.
After that incident, I felt more guilty and moved.
Peter knew that if the target was not James but himself, Sirius would also avenge him.
But it's useless to think about it now. No matter how complicated the grudges are, they are just in the past, and now there is a snake head growing on his chest!
"The text in the newspaper is very one-sided. There are some things that no one wants to mention, or dare not mention."
The man's words were very vague, but Harry immediately thought of a person, a person whose name was taboo.
"It's Voldemort, right? What Black did is related to Voldemort!"
It was obviously a question, but at the end of the sentence the boy's tone became very certain.
"Don't say that name, Harry, that's a person who must not name. But you guessed it right, Black is chasing...I am chasing Black because he did something unforgivable for the 'You-Know-Who'"
things."
Peter's fingers were so strong that when he heard his master's name just now, he almost knocked over his wine glass.
"Why can't you say it? I have to say, Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, look, nothing happened. I once faced him directly, but he couldn't do anything."
Harry wanted to know what Black had done, and he shouldn't have interrupted Peter's story, but for some reason, when he saw the man's fear of Voldemort's name, he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.
"With Dumbledore and Ernie at Hogwarts, Voldemort can't hurt anyone!"
The boy looked at Peter firmly and spoke with pride.