Chapter 231 Peter's Panic

"Are you done?" Hermione pushed the door open and someone walked over here.

"Ah... um..."

Sirius looked at the two with interest.

"Really good." Sirius said, "You still have your girlfriend. Hermione Granger, right? You look like one."

"Shut up, if you don't want to go back to Azkaban now, then change back quickly!" Fanlin said, he said a little annoyed, "I will notify you when the time comes, you'd better leave here now, the window is behind!"

As he said, Fanlin pulled Hermione up and changed to go outside.

"Have you finished?" Hermione looked at Fan Lin angrily, "How many things have you concealed from me? This is definitely not the first time you two have met, and you haven't told me about your Animagus!"

"This, I just..." Fan Lin was a little embarrassed, "Animagus is what I have always wanted to learn. As for Sirius... You know, he wants to attack Harry, everyone says so, and I saw the black dog he transformed into when I was at Harry's house. Harry also said this, so..."

"So you contacted the prisoners who escaped from Azkaban alone. If it was not Sirius but someone else, what would he do if he attacked you?" Hermione said quickly, "This is very dangerous, Fan Lin, you have been like this since the first grade. Although you are very capable, what if..."

"I know, Hermione..." Fan Lin lowered his head, and the two were silent for a long time.

...

"I'm sorry to make you worry..."

Hermione looked at Fan Lin seriously. She seemed to want to say something, but she opened her mouth and couldn't say anything else.

"Let's continue shopping..." Hermione said, "I think the lemon juice from the Three Broomsticks should be good."

At the same time, far away in the Gryffindor common room, Banban, or Peter Pettigrew, was in an unprecedented panic.

Since he learned that Sirius had attacked the Gryffindor common room, his thoughts were completely disrupted.

Sirius knew where he was, which made him very panicked. He didn't understand how Sirius could escape from Azkaban. Although history has proven that the Ministry of Magic is really nothing, except for a limited number of Aurors, others are either mediocre or intentionally inclined to Voldemort at the time. Of course, they didn't mean to do so. They were afraid of the power of the Dark Lord.

But that was Azkaban, surrounded by Dementors, but Sirius, his once loyal partner, still escaped from there.

So, Peter Pettigrew didn't think the Dementors surrounding the school would play any role. It was a very easy thing to break through their defenses.

Peter instinctively wanted to escape. He knew Black too well. They had been friends for more than ten years. Black would never let him go if he knew he was still alive.

But where else could he go?

Peter trembled and hid in the corner. His master was lying in a coma on the bed, and the boy who defeated Voldemort went to find his other good friend, Professor Lupin.

This made him feel very scared. He was a man who should die. Just that night a few years ago, he blew up the whole street with his wand, and he should have disappeared in the explosion.

If his whereabouts were discovered, everything would disappear. His glory, his medals, all belonged to him, and no one could take these things away from him.

However, the man he framed with a trick came back, with hatred for him and twelve years of life in Azkaban.

Sirius would not let him go. He knew this very well. Even if there were hundreds of Dementors surrounding the school now, it would not bring him even a little sense of security.

Even if Black turned Hogwarts upside down, he would always be discovered by Dumbledore or killed by Dementors. Black would never give up until he was caught.

He has never been a Gryffindor. He admits that he is cowardly, timid, and incompetent, but these can keep him alive and may bring him unimaginable honors.

Peter is very satisfied with this honor, just like the marijuana smoked by Muggles, he enjoys it all, even if his behavior is very despicable.

Perhaps, just like twelve years ago, faking his death again is a good choice.

This way he can stay away from Harry, Sirius Black, and the boy named Vanlin.

This is not like twelve years ago, when he only had to face a reckless Sirius Black on the street.

This time he has to face many more people, such as Dumbledore, Severus, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, Vanlin Eyre and Hermione Granger.

These people were smarter and braver than him. He didn't think he could easily deceive them. In fact, he had already noticed that the little guy named Vanlin El was suspicious of him.

A mouse who had lived for twelve years, Sirius became thin and haggard as soon as he escaped from prison, with a broken little finger, and that damn cat.

Although these didn't have many clues, they stimulated the sensitive nerves of the dwarf Peter.

And the powerful mouse tonic, damn it, he was not a real mouse, and his ridiculous master even hoped that these damn things could help him.

Peter felt that he had been suspected. He noticed that the kid named Fanlin always tried to determine his position vaguely, which made Peter dare not stay in front of Fanlin for too long.

He had never seen such a little wizard before, with strength comparable to that of an adult wizard, a smart mind, and a keen vision.

All this made Peter feel uncomfortable. He felt that he had nowhere to hide and he had to leave here.

But where should he hide?

If the news that he was still alive was exposed, what would happen to this matter?

Sirius and others were hunting him down, and of course, those loyal Death Eaters would not let him go.

It was because of his betrayal that the greatest Dark Lord completely lost his power in front of a child that night.

But how could he be disappointed like this? The Dark Lord's death curse could not kill a weak baby.

This was obviously something that did not conform to the laws of magic, but the fact was that he cut off all of Peter's retreats.

Just like when he first entered school.

At that time, Peter Pettigrew was very inconspicuous. His father was a brave Gryffindor, but when it came to him, the qualities of his father who died early seemed to be brought into the shadow of death with his father's body.

He was not brave, and he did not have outstanding magical skills, which made his mother who raised him feel extremely disappointed with her son. The cowardice since childhood seemed to have been deeply embedded in his bones.

He survived until the arrival of the Hogwarts admission letter. Although his magical talent was not high, he was still capable of growing into a strong wizard.

Under his mother's hopeful eyes, he embarked on the train to Hogwarts.

He will never forget the scene of the sorting!

That shabby damn hat, he said that his talent was very average, he lacked courage in his heart, he did not have a smart mind, and his means were not strong enough.

In short, the unconcealed judgment of the Sorting Hat made his sorting a joke, a joke that was always laughed at.

No academy would take the initiative to accept such a bad wizard. He was not honest and kind. Hufflepuff would be his only destination. Of course, this was also thanks to the tolerant teaching philosophy of the first headmaster, Ms. Hufflepuff, otherwise he would not be able to enter that academy.

However, Peter did not intend to enter Hufflepuff. He felt that he had had enough of his mother's disappointed eyes.

He begged the shabby hat in a low voice. He wanted to go to Gryffindor. He wanted to enter the same academy as his father.

In the end, under his insistence, the Sorting Hat finally sorted it to Gryffindor, and hoped that Peter could truly discover the courage in his heart here, or find it.

Peter seemed to have seen his mother's proud expression. However, these things were like bubbles, honors that burst at the touch of a button.

The inner cowardice made Peter's entry into Gryffindor a huge joke.

Compared with other Gryffindors, Peter's timidity and inaction made him very eye-catching and funny among the Gryffindor crowd.

He was born short and fat, which made him the person with the least say. No one would be willing to contact such a bad person.

Of course, there was also academic pressure.

His mediocre magic talent, poor hands-on ability and learning ability made his grades the last among his peers in Hogwarts, and no professor would not be disappointed in him.

Of course, school matters could not be concealed at all.

Peter's poor performance was written by the professors and sent to his home by owl.

Peter could almost see his mother's extremely disappointed eyes. His pressure was getting bigger and bigger. He began to resist going home and also resisting going to school here.

Because of his stubbornness and overestimation of his own ability, life in Hogwarts was not very friendly to him.

The laughter seemed to have never stopped. It echoed in his ears since Peter was born.

Like a part of his body, Peter could not expel this voice from his head at all.

Finally, he saw clearly what he needed, not some illusory courage. He only hoped that these things that surrounded him could stay away from him. (To be continued)