Hogwarts Homecoming

The heavy rain washes over the world, and the thunder light jumping in the clouds makes the grotesque clouds look eerie and treacherous.

The owl hut was dull, and even the sound of the rain falling was suppressed by the strangeness in the room, and there was not much movement.

Weasley's rat, even bit Goyle.

Malfoy stared at Scabbers who was trembling, his gray eyes were full of incomprehension and bewilderment, he couldn't remember when this happened, but he did look at this skinny and skinny, with the hair on his body dirty in clumps The pinch of mice looks familiar too.

"It was the first grade, on the Hogwarts special train!" Gore couldn't help reminding again.

The sudden damp wind lifted the hair on Draco's forehead, making his consciousness clear for a while.

"Oh, I remember, that's when!" Malfoy exclaimed.

It was the first grade entrance time, when everyone was excitedly discussing that Harry Potter was also on this special train, out of curiosity, he took Goyle and Crabbe to visit the one in Harry Potter The box, and then he found the black-haired and green-eyed boy in the box, a malnourished little boy who was the one his mother met when he was taking him to buy uniforms at Mrs. Malkin's robe store.

At that time, he also planned to make friends with Harry Potter!

Thinking of his 'young and ignorant' self, Malfoy felt a chill, feeling ashamed that he had such absurd thoughts, but then he laughed happily.

"Aha, it's you!"

A few steps away, the three of Malfoy gathered together like three giants and surrounded the helpless group of Scabbers. Malfoy tapped Scabbers' head with his wand, showing a malicious smile,

"Cowardly Potter's friend, rat of the self-deprecating Weasley bastard, what are you doing—"

Looking at Scabbers, whose beard was trembling with fright, the depression hidden in his heart since Professor Bryan's practical class was quickly dissipating, Malfoy poked Scabbers back and forth with the tip of his stick,

"You ran away from home, didn't you, but why?"

Malfoy knelt down, stared at Scabbers' broken leg with interest, and asked himself

"Is the little bastard Weasley so poor he can't afford a mouse, so you have to fend for yourself?"

Crabbe and Goyle laughed, amused by Malfoy.

"Come on, guys!"

Malfoy didn't notice the very human fear in Scabbers' eyes. He stood up abruptly, pushed the two big guys back a few steps, then turned around ten feet away, pointed his wand at Scabbers, bad Laughing all the time,

"We gotta have some fun for ourselves!"

Banban scratched the ground vigorously, hoping that he could escape and ascend to heaven, but the strength of a mouse was obviously not enough to shake the heavy wooden frame, and the pain from the broken leg was torturing his nerves.

what to do?

Peter wanted to cry but had no tears, and his heart was full of despair.

Blake hadn't crossed the obstacles to come to him, but a few annoying little boys accidentally found him, and it seemed that they were not going to let him go easily.

All of a sudden, Peter felt his wounded back relaxed for a while. He was ecstatic, thinking that he had finally escaped from the restraint of the wooden frame. Just when he was about to use the remaining three paws to escape into the shadows, he suddenly felt his body lighten. Immediately afterwards, it floated into the air uncontrollably.

Looking at Scabbers, whose limbs were in a state of embarrassment, the cheerfulness in Malfoy's ridicule became stronger,

"Let me see. Oh, there's—"

Malfoy's eyes flicked around excitedly, and when he saw a large gray-green bird droppings under the perch, the gray eyeballs suddenly burst into light,

"Look how Weasley has starved you, little one!"

As he said that, Malfoy swung his wand suddenly, and Scabbers, like an insect in amber that was about to freeze, drew a graceful curve in mid-air, and rammed his head into the fresh bird droppings.

Chirp!

Scabbers was rolling on three limbs in the dunghill, but now he was just a mouse, and he was powerless against the power of magic.

"Hey, don't run, little guy!"

As Crabbe and Goyle cheered loudly, Malfoy's green face gradually turned grim. He used his magic power to press Scabbers tightly into the bird droppings, and controlled its body to roll continuously, as if It's like giving it a bath.

"Since you can put up with Potter and Weasley, this glob of guano is obviously not a problem for you, is it?"

Malfoy had a ferocious expression on his face, he raised his nose, his eyes were fierce, and he made up his mind to torture Scabbers to death before he would give up!

The torment of hunger, the pain of broken limbs, the smell of bird droppings, the dizziness of dizziness——

Everything hit Peter's nerves like a tsunami wave. Even with his tolerable personality, the anger spread and swelled uncontrollably in his heart until a moment later.

A blinding light suddenly flashed in the dark owl shed. Malfoy disconnected his wand and subconsciously covered his eyes. Crabbe and Goyle, who were watching the excitement behind him, also reacted in the same way. Two seconds later, Malfoy, who was caught off guard by the bright light, put down his palm, and when he saw the moment where the bright light appeared just now, his expression was suddenly inexplicable.

That mouse turned into a strange man?

This is a very small man, not much more than Malfoy himself, with thin, dull hair in a mess, and a large patch of baldness on the top of his head, the man looks wrinkled, like a fat man loses a lot in a short time Flesh, skin was dirty, in fact 'dirty' was a bit of an understatement - his bare skin was covered in bird droppings.

"Enough!"

Peter's sharp voice was like fingernails rubbing against a blackboard, and his small mung bean-like eyes stared angrily at the dumbfounded Malfoy,

"Damn it. You three little bastards, I want you to pay the price!"

At that moment, several confusions flashed through Malfoy's mind:

Where did the mouse go? Who is this man? Where did it come from? What the hell had Weasley raised?

But when the ugly man pounced on him, the only word out of Malfoy's mouth was:

"Run!!!"

Malfoy reacted quickly, he realized almost immediately that this weird man was very dangerous, the moment he yelled, he turned around and rushed out the door, but the terrible thing was that Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him , and these two big fools haven't figured out the situation yet, they are wondering why Draco turned a mouse into an ugly old man, and when will Draco master this beautiful transfiguration?

At the critical moment of escaping, Malfoy was blocked by his two loyal followers, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them had lost all hope of escaping.

A rough but powerful hand clamped the back of his neck like pliers, causing Malfoy to suffocate for a moment. His cheeks were flushed and his body was unable to move. The man behind him snatched him away without any politeness. wand.

"Help me, life."

Malfoy stretched out his hands to call for help from the panicked Crabbe and Goyle who were close at hand, but the ensuing violent explosion made his last hope lost.

The two big men were blown away by Peter, and then Malfoy's body was turned around. He looked at this ugly man who was about the same height as him, his body trembling in fear, and even his voice trembled.

"Who are you?"

"Son of Lucius Malfoy!"

Peter pointed his wand at Malfoy's eyes, and a few big yellow teeth rubbed against each other and made a creaking sound,

"What kind of revenge should I use to be worthy of the humiliation I have suffered!"

"You can't kill me--"

Because of fear, tears flowed uncontrollably from Malfoy's eyes. He was quick-witted and connected. The man in front of him was an Animagus. Professor McGonagall had taught them knowledge not long ago.

"Dumbledore, the principal, and Professor Bryan are both in the school, you can't escape even if you kill us."

"Haha, little cunning, you are indeed the son of Lucius!"

Peter said out of breath, with a flash of hesitation in his small mung bean-like eyes.

Indeed, this was exactly what he was afraid of, otherwise, these three nasty little guys would have turned into cold corpses.

"Then what do you say I should do, Mr. Malfoy?"

After thinking for a while, Peter had an idea, but he still faced Malfoy with that grinning face,

"Since you have seen through my real body, then you should know that I can't let you go!"