Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"But isn't Blake that man's most loyal subordinate?" Hannah held her soda bottle, covered her mouth, and burped.

“That’s right, but Lucius betrayed Mystic when he faced judgment.” Nietzsche calmly wove a lie that was half true and half false. “Remember the guy who took Black from the professor? He might have been a Death Eater.”

Since Granger is already gone, he can say whatever he wants.

In this story, Granger becomes a Death Eater driven by vengeful madness. This old subordinate of Voldemort believes that Voldemort's death must be related to the betrayal of many people, so he rescues Black from the professor and assassinates Lucius.

Because Peter Pettigrew, who had turned into a rat, wasn't really hiding from Black, but rather from the Death Eaters who hadn't entered Azkaban.

After listening for a while, the mouse, Spotted, suddenly let out a few urgent squeaks.

Clearly, Nietzsche's story made him realize that there was another fanatic of Voldemort outside.

"But what about Scabbers?" The call made Ron realize he had another pet. He picked up the birdcage and looked around. "Does anyone need a mouse?"

George and Fred looked disgusted and said, "Well then, we'll give you a solution—we'll send you an owl."

As an owl's first meal after arriving at Hogwarts, it wouldn't be out of the question if Nietzsche didn't mind giving Crookshanks an extra meal.

So here's the question: if Peter Pettigrew dies in his Animagus form, will he ever revert back to his original form?

“Although Scabbers is a bit ugly…” Ron glanced at it and then added, “and it’s not very useful, it’s at least the second longest-living pet in our family, left to me by Percy.”

"So you're still going to keep this rat?" Harry patted the cage. "Hedwig, this has nothing to do with you!"

Perhaps because they heard there was meat to eat, their owls all tilted their heads and came closer.

Hermione quickly brought the farce to a close, offering a suggestion: "If you absolutely must find a place for... uh... for Scabbers, perhaps you could hand them over to Hagrid, the current professor of Mavenzoology."

It was a good idea for both Ron and Scabbers, so he skipped lunch and ran straight to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Nietzsche was stunned... Hagrid was known for his keen observation of animals, so how was he supposed to get Scabbers?

Hermione cleared her throat, first pointing to Crookshanks in his arms, then shaking her head slightly. She clearly had a plan in mind, but couldn't say it because of the people chatting around them.

“That was Ron’s old pet, Hagrid will take good care of it!” Nietzsche whispered during the afternoon Potions class, while the professor was harassing someone else.

“But it’s just a mouse, and you don’t know Hagrid,” Hermione said confidently. “I took his classes before, remember? He was very careful when it came to taking care of animals, but he was also quite rough.”

"What do you mean?"

Judging from her tone, it seems she already has a complete plan.

Moreover, it seems that she deliberately did not consult Nietzsche, just to get revenge for being deceived before.

"Listen, Hagrid loves animals, but this love makes him rather crude in his approach to related matters. To prepare for this course, he kept a lot of magical creatures around his house..."

"You mean we don't need to do this?" Nietzsche asked thoughtfully.

With so many animals under his care, he certainly couldn't take care of them all at once. He was too focused on his hobby, to the point that he ignored many objective factors—just like with the eagle-headed horse-bodied winged beast back then.

Hagrid forgot that this was a Level 4 dangerous animal, posing a threat to the students' safety.

Similarly, in that environment, it would be normal for Hagrid to lose a finger, let alone a rat that lived a little longer, since it sounds like something he could do.

“Why not just let Crookshanks do it?” Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “At Hagrid’s house, it’s perfectly normal for an animal to eat a mouse.”

After much thought, Nietzsche realized that this method was indeed the best and most perfect.

But looking at Hermione's pretentious expression, he refused to admit it: "It's just because I haven't taken any magical biology classes, which is normal. From my perspective, Hagrid is an other factor."

“Yes, yes, yes,” Hermione laughed sarcastically, “but you also took Defense Against the Dark Arts class.”

This matter is beyond repair, isn't it?!

Nietzsche puffed out his cheeks and vented his anger on the floating rat spleen.

Chapter 193 Peter's Amazing Adventure

Peter Pettigrew, who has lived as a mouse for twelve years, infiltrated a wizarding family to gather information.

Although he stayed at the Weasleys' house the longest, at least he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

To be honest, he was startled when Black first barged into the school because he knew Sirius Black was innocent, so he spent the next few days thinking about where he was going to go.

Fortunately, he was driven away.

"As expected, Hogwarts is the safest place..." Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself in the dead of night, lying next to Ron's pillow.

But he later discovered that Blake wasn't the only one trying to break into the school; there was someone else.

It wasn't until after Christmas, when he heard what the Slytherin boy said, that he immediately understood what had happened: Voldemort's old henchman had rescued Black because of something that happened twelve years ago.

After all, the wizarding world didn't know the truth, and Sirius Black was the one who betrayed the Potters, even the Death Eaters thought so.

On the other hand, Peter Pettigrew also felt that he could no longer leave the school.

Now, besides Sirius Black, who's obsessed with him, there are also Death Eaters who think he's betrayed Voldemort. Look at what happened to Lucius! He absolutely cannot leave Hogwarts!!

Peter was frantic when he heard that he would be replaced by a new owl.

"Don't leave me behind! I've lived in the Weasleys' house for so long, even if I haven't done anything special, I've at least... well... I've got a connection with them, right?" He leaned against Ron's pocket, pretending to be terrified.

Yes, that's right. He knew Ron was a good boy and would never feed himself to an owl.

"Good child, I am your mouse..."

But then he heard Hermione's suggestion.

Hagrid? That silly half-giant?

While it wasn't exactly great, at least he wouldn't be fed to the owls anymore, and he remembered that Ron and Hagrid were close, so he was sure he would be taken care of.

Just as he expected, when Ron arrived at Hagrid's cabin, he heard the two talking.

"Little Ron, what's up?" Hagrid patted the mud off his hands and picked up a few sticky Flobber caterpillars.

"I have a new owl."

"Really? Congratulations... If you need the 'Owl Training Manual,' you'll have to wait a bit. I don't remember where I hid it..."

“But I already have a mouse.” Ron pulled Peter Pettigrew out of his pocket. “But I can’t keep two pets, right? And owls eat mice, so I thought I’d put you here…”

He was lying; he wouldn't have thought of Hagrid if Hermione hadn't pointed it out.

Does that mean the other person isn't important to him? Of course not, and having someone else remind him would hurt Hagrid's feelings.

“Of course, no problem. I’m an expert at taking care of pets!” Sure enough, Hagrid was happy to hear his request and gently placed Scabbers in his large palm. “You can come and visit it anytime you miss it.”

Peter Pettigrew seemed very reluctant to leave, and kept backing away from those disgusting caterpillars.

"Don't worry, Banban, if you stay there, you'll be eaten by the owl."

But Peter heard these words as: "Sorry, stay away from me, I'm afraid the 15 Galleons owl will misunderstand."

After Ron left, Hagrid casually tossed him into a small cage, where he looked at the excrement and coarse grains, wondering what kind of magical creature the previous guest had been.

Only half a minute had passed when Little Star began to miss the days in the Gryffindor common room.

"Have something to eat, little one..." Hagrid rummaged through the bushes and tossed a few earthworms into the small bowl along with some chopped plant roots.

"What is this?" Pettigrew kicked the basin over. "Even when Ron was at his worst, he would at least give me some fruit and rice. I want to eat what you eat. You... indeed, people with giant blood are stupid."

Hagrid was at a loss when he saw that Banban was unwilling to eat.

He remembered that rats were indeed omnivores, but then he turned around and started rummaging around by the fireplace.

"I'm so stupid... How could Ron waste time finding this meat for him?" Hagrid crushed a piece of the flatbread on the table and began to pity the picky mouse.

However, seeing how delicious the pie was, Little Pettigrew decided not to argue with him anymore.

No matter what, it's still food for humans.

But when he grabbed the rock cake and took a big bite, he immediately regretted it—a front tooth broke instantly, and the bite force of a rat couldn't even leave a mark on the rock cake, let alone turn it into powder.

"My teeth... ouch ouch!"

However, his screams did not attract Hagrid's attention, as the other had already left the cabin in preparation for the next magical creatures lesson.

"No, no, no, I can't stay here, I want to go back."

Peter Pettigrew covered his mouth and lay helplessly on the ground. There was nothing to eat, no soft bed, and the neighbor next door was still a mute dog, just rolling around on the ground. What was the difference between this and Azkaban?!

Oh, right, no Dementors.

The only difference is that this is 'Azkaban', guarded by giants.

He glanced at his hideous 'neighbors,' but even in Azkaban, there weren't any wizards who wanted to eat him, were there?!

By evening, Little Star, who hadn't eaten all day, was so hungry he was dizzy and desperate. He couldn't bite into the rock-skin cake, and it wouldn't soften even after he held it in his mouth for a long time. So he had to turn over the food bowl and pick out the worms.

Even though they're just vegetable stalks, it's better than nothing...

Peter Pettigrew waited until late at night, until Hagrid, lying in bed, started snoring before he opened his eyes.

"Alaho, open!" He raised his claws and aimed them at the cage door.

Perhaps it had been too long since he had used magic, because he didn't succeed at first. But he didn't panic. He just patiently and repeatedly used the staffless spellcasting technique.

Finally! He escaped!

Little Pettigrew nimbly jumped off the counter and squeezed through the crack in the door.

The wind was strong and cold, but it was worth it. He blended into the night, facing the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

Farewell, cage!

But will Peter Pettigrew really be able to go home as he wishes?

He didn't see a hunter perched on the chimney of Hagrid's hut—Nietzsche's ace, Hermione's cub, Granger's confidant; the night couldn't obstruct his vision, and his bushy fur gave him patience.

"Meow!"

A piercing scream startled Peter Pettigrew, sending a chill down his spine.

His Animagus was a rat, so he had naturally done his homework and knew what the rat's natural enemies were.

But there was a vast grassland ahead, where could he run to... Right, the Forbidden Forest! After escaping the attack from Crook Mountain, Little Star ran towards the thicket of the Forbidden Forest without looking back.

Despite the danger, he could use the terrain to his advantage and shake off the cat.

So Crookshan chased them into the Forbidden Forest.