Chapter 216 Peter Pedillo

"Is this the pet rat that Wes raised?"

Dracula opened his palm, and there seemed to be an irresistible suction in his palm. The big gray-black mouse suddenly floated up from the ground uncontrollably and flew towards Dracula.

Suddenly rising from the ground, Banban's eyes showed a bit of shock at first. Then, he saw the two professors in front of him, and extreme fear appeared on the pointed rat face.

It flapped its four paws, twisted its head, and struggled violently.

Scabbers's struggle obviously had no effect. Dracula easily held it in his hand, and pinched the fat mouse's neck with the tips of his thumb and index finger in disgust.

In panic, it struggled to twist the rat's head and bit Dracula's index finger with its sharp teeth.

Then……

The four long front teeth at the top and bottom were shattered, but not even a single tooth mark was left on Dracula's index finger.

"Hey, this mouse is quite ferocious." Dracula glanced at Scabbers in his hand and threw it towards Dumbledore, "You are better at transfiguration, see if there is anything wrong with it. Place."

"Does Professor Dracula think that Scabbers is an unregistered Animagus?" Dumbledore took Scabbers and asked with a frown.

He was not as big-hearted as Dracula. Before taking Scabbers, he wrapped an iron armor spell around his hand.

"Who knows?" Dracula shrugged, "Anyway, it seems that Sirius Black sneaked into the common room not for Potter, but to find this rat. There must be something wrong with it."

Dumbledore nodded in approval, and then looked down at Scabbers, who was struggling fiercely in his hands.

Looking at this long-lived pet rat, his eyes were a little surprised at first, and then turned sharp.

"Maybe you were right, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore said softly.

He took out the wand with his other hand and pointed it at the mouse in his hand. A circle of blue-white light slowly emerged in front of the wand.

As the light lit up, Banban was hanging in mid-air, its gray-black little body twisting and struggling crazily...

After a moment, the mouse in the light fell down and landed on the ground.

There was another dazzling flash, and then... it was like a quick shot of observing the growth of plants happened in front of my eyes——

The mouse's body gradually expanded, and first a head appeared on the ground, and then its limbs stretched out from the body. After a while, a man stood where Banban was, wringing his hands in fear.

This man was very short, not much taller than a junior wizard. His thin, pale hair was disheveled, and he had a large bald patch on the top of his head.

His body shape is not in harmony with his body, like an obese person who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. There are many fat folds on the dirty skin, almost like the fur of a mouse.

Not only that, his pointed nose and watery little eyes also have some mouse characteristics.

The man looked at the interested Dracula and the surprised Dumbledore in front of him, breathing quickly and weakly. His small eyes subconsciously glanced toward the Forbidden Forest, then quickly took them back.

Looking at the man in front of him, Dumbledore silently put away the surprise in his eyes, and his eyes became particularly deep.

"Long time no see, Peter." He breathed out slowly and said softly.

"Do you know this mouse, Dumbledore?" Dracula asked Dumbledore while looking at the short man curiously, "Tsk, this guy looks ugly, Sirius Black. Why did you come here to catch him?"

"Hello...School Dumbledore...Headmaster..." The man named Peter also had a sharp voice, and his eyes looked at Dracula with some fear, "Professor Dracula...I, I I also know you..."

"Oh?" Dracula put a playful smile on his face, "It seems that I am quite famous in Weiss and Potter's dormitory, and even a pet knows my name."

"Professor Dracula, this is no pet..." Dumbledore's voice rang from beside him.

His voice was soft, but Dracula was surprised to feel the anger hidden in it.

"This is the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Peter Pedro." Dumbledore said softly. "A 'hero' who should have died twelve years ago."

"Peter Pedro?" Dracula was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became more playful, "Professor Lupine and that Sirius Black friend, right?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded lightly, "I'm actually very curious, Peter, what is it that supports you, living as a pet mouse in Wesla's house for twelve years."

"Headmaster!" Peter did not answer Dumbledore's question directly, but shouted breathlessly, with large beads of sweat breaking out on his pale face. "Headmaster Dumbledore, you should know that he...he was Wanted to kill me, he..."

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore's voice became a little cold.

"He's here again and wants to kill me!" Peter suddenly screamed, "Sirius Black, he killed Lily and James, and now he wants to kill me again... You must help me, Mr. Headmaster... …”

"Don't worry, I won't let him attack you until I figure out a few things." Dumbledore said.

"Get it straight?" Peter screamed, looking around hastily again, his eyes scanning all the suitable hiding places. "I know he's chasing me! I know he's going to come for me! I've been hiding. , I have been hiding for twelve years!"

"Did you know that Sirius would escape from Azkaban?" Dumbledore shook his head, "No one has ever escaped before."

"He must have some evil tricks that the rest of us can't even imagine!" Peter screamed loudly. "How else could he have escaped from there? I guess He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him some tricks!"

"The conclusion you mentioned is not valid." Dracula suddenly chuckled, "There is no reason for Voldemort to only teach a wizard how to escape from Azkaban to a temporary traitor to the Death Eaters, but not to those who follow him. He has been his confidant for decades."

Judging from the fact that Voldemort had to rescue his former subordinates from Azkaban before fully recovering his strength, he obviously had great trust in those prisoners and had no reason to value only Sirius Black.

Hearing Dracula say the name "Voldemort", Peter trembled all over, but under the strong desire to survive, he still mustered up the courage to retort:

"that is because……"

"That's enough, I will figure these things out." Dumbledore interrupted him and looked up at the sky, "Now we just need to wait for the moon to set and the sun to rise..."

Dracula also looked up at the full moon in the sky, slightly curling his lips.

"Actually, we don't have to wait until dawn..."

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In the staff lounge, Dumbledore and Dracula were sitting on two sofas respectively.

Peter Pedro didn't seem to be embarrassed by Dumbledore. He was sitting on a chair with his back bent.

But when he tried to leave the chair and sneak away, he found that there was an inexplicable force on the chair that stuck to his body, making it impossible for him to break free from here.

This bad sign made Peter even more panicked, and the despair in his little eyes could hardly be hidden.

After a while, Professor McGonagall came in.

When she saw the author's figure on the chair, she involuntarily covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Peter with wide eyes.

"Merlin's beard! Peter, you are still alive!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, her eyes still full of disbelief.

"Night...good evening, no, no...good morning, Professor McGonagall." Peter stumbled and said. The near-dawn sky outside the window made him almost confused about how to say hello.

"This is incredible!" Professor McGonagall covered her face with her hands and looked at Dumbledore, "Albus, was it you and Professor Dracula who discovered Peter? Where did you find him?"

"Professor McGonagall, you may not believe it, but Mr. Pedro is the mouse that Ron Weiss raised." Dracula curled his lips, "Sirius Black sneaked into Gryffindor Common. The person the lounge is looking for is not Potter, but Mr. Pedillo."

"Wait... Professor Dracula, I don't quite understand what you mean." Professor McGonagall didn't respond for a while.

"I mean, Mr. Pediru turned into a mouse and lived in Wesla's house for twelve years." Dracula explained.

"You mean...Peter is an Animagus?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

Dracula chuckled and nodded.

Professor McGonagall turned her head to look at Peter, opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

"Well... Peter, first of all, I am very happy about your achievements in transformation. Not everyone can do Animagus..." After hesitating for a moment, she said.

"But why are you hiding? Do you know how sad your mother was when the news of your death came out? The body she received was only one of your fingers..."

"I...I just..." Peter wrung his hands in fear, tears streaming down his face, "I'm really sorry, Professor, but I have no choice..."

"Black... he will do whatever it takes to kill me in order to please the mysterious man. They will always have a way to escape from the Ministry of Magic's arrest; not only that, other Death Eaters will not let it go either." Me, because I... I went to stop that traitor."

Professor McGonagall's eyes gradually softened, and sadness appeared in them.

"Oh, Peter, don't be sad." She said sadly, "I can guess how difficult it has been for you these years... but you should at least let your mother know that you are still alive."

"I...I don't dare, I'm afraid of hurting my mother." Peter stumbled and shed tears.

"What a poor child. It's hard for you to be so filial and take your friends so seriously, but you were betrayed by your best friend." Professor McGonagall wiped the corners of his eyes gently, "But you forgot that you still have Huo Huo. Gwartz, and Dumbledore, we will protect you..."

"Pfft."

When Professor McGonagall and Peter were moved by each other, an unharmonious laughter came from the side.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dracula with dissatisfaction and asked, "Professor Dracula, Peter is pathetic enough, why do you laugh at him?"

"It's okay, I just suddenly thought of something funny." Dracula glanced at Peter with a half-smile and said happily.

He also didn't expect that in a short period of time, Mr. Pedilu, who had been a rat for more than ten years, could actually make up such a lie that although there were many loopholes, it was still credible.

A sensitive old witch like Professor McGonagall would be easily moved by his pitiful appearance.

only……

Dracula looked at Dumbledore sitting on the sofa next door, and saw the extremely calm expression on his face, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Presumably Dumbledore, just like Dracula himself, used Legilimency to go through Peter's memories... The great wizard does have his own principles, but that doesn't mean he will be pedantic enough to face them. No extraordinary measures will be used in this special situation.

Poor Mr. Mouse is still acting in self-pity, trying to use Professor McGonagall as a breakthrough point to play the emotional card and win a chance for himself.

"Professor Snape should be here almost, right?" Dracula suddenly asked.

"Severus, what is he doing here?" Professor McGonagall, whose expression was already very gentle, was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

She knew about Dean Slytherin's grudges with the Peter quartet when they were in school.

Sure enough, as the words fell, a figure wearing a large black cloak suddenly opened the door and walked into the staff lounge with steps that he did not recognize.

Professor McGonagall was surprised to see an indescribable complexity and hatred on Snape's face, which was far beyond the grievances between him and the foursome.

"Oh, who do I think this is?" He said in a hoarse voice, and every word seemed to come out from between his teeth, "A great hero who dueled with the brutal Death Eaters to the end and sacrificed his life heroically, huh?"

"S...Snape..." Seeing this former enemy, Peter shivered and shrank into his chair. If he hadn't been unable to get out of this chair, he must have been hiding behind Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, help me, he is a Death Eater and he wants my life too!"

"Peter, Severus is now a professor at Hogwarts. He is trustworthy." Professor McGonagall explained, but still stood sideways between Peter and Snape.

"Severus, what are you doing?" she asked seriously.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just here to see why this great hero who sacrificed his life is not dead yet!" Snape was still smiling at the beginning, but by the end, he was already a bit hysterical.

Before Professor McGonagall could react, he took a few steps forward and poured a bottle of transparent potion that had been hidden in his hand into Peter's mouth!

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