Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 157 Puni may be the offspring of Bellatrix and the Dark Lord!

In excruciating pain, he instinctively twisted his body, whipping his own body with the severed tail fragments. His survival instincts, honed over years of surviving, erupted instantly. He had no time to investigate the attacker's identity and fled in panic to the farthest corner of the cage for safety.

Animagus have strict rules about life and death. If the animal body is killed while in animal form, the wizard's body will also perish simultaneously, and this is irreversible.

The rat is small and weak. Owls, wildcats, and all kinds of strange beasts in the castle are its natural enemies. After eleven years of living in rat form, the insect tail has long since worn down the rat into a coward who sees danger in every bush and tree.

The fact that everyone now believes he has Alzheimer's disease has made him feel extremely anxious.

If the school determines that he is mentally unstable and beyond help, and proceeds with the humane treatment of a pet, he will die instantly!

He knew that Ron still had feelings for him and was reluctant to hurt him because of the years of companionship they had shared, but this soft heart had its limits.

Given the chance to get a completely new pet, Ron would never hesitate to abandon his broken and aging self.

Once he lost the Weasleys' protection, he would never find such a safe and secluded hiding place again.

If forced to wander in the wilderness outside the castle, as a male rat-shaped wizard, he will be passively surrounded and entangled by a group of female rats in the wild, and forced to reproduce and mate.

Even if he could freely switch between human and human forms, he would never accept such a situation. Just imagining the scene made him tremble with fear.

In order to survive, he must defy the notion of dementia and actively prove that he is mentally sound and capable of acting.

With its mind made up, the insect tucked its tail in a timid posture, exerted its strength with all four limbs, and kept jumping and darting around in the narrow mouse cage. Its movements were agile and powerful, without the listless and old appearance it used to have.

Harry immediately noticed the movement inside the cage, pointed to it, and tried to cheer Ron up: "Ron, look! Scabbers is suddenly full of energy! He doesn't seem to be out of his mind. Maybe our previous guesses were wrong?"

Ron looked up and stared for a moment, but instead of finding peace, his shoulders slumped even more, and he was even more dejected than before.

He responded in a low, hoarse voice, sounding weak.

"No, Harry, something's wrong with Scabbers."

"I've raised it for so many years. It's always been lazy and sleepy. It hasn't been this excited and restless for several years. Its sudden abnormal activity is a sign of mental disorder. By overdrawing its energy like this, it will only hasten its death."

On the first day of Hogwarts' official classes, the atmosphere in the classrooms during the break was very relaxed. Puni, who hadn't been on guard for a long time, immersed himself in the pure campus classroom experience.

The school bell rang throughout the corridor, and people dispersed. Puni walked slowly out of the classroom, his gaze casually sweeping over the crowd in the corridor. His eyes froze for a moment, and a sense of surprise arose in his heart.

Not far away, by a stone pillar in the corridor, Draco Malfoy leaned against the pillar, gently stroking his pet in his arms with tender movements and a focused expression.

This scene feels extremely incongruous.

Puni knew very well Draco's arrogant nature, his impatient and mean temperament, and his spoiled and impatient attitude towards people and things. He was not a patient person at all. He never expected that Draco would be so gentle and leisurely as he petted a cat.

Puni took a few steps closer before he could clearly see the physical characteristics of the cat in Draco's arms.

Its body is smooth all over, with a flat back without any protrusions. It is a purebred Marne tailless cat.

All the detached wizard mansions, forest properties, and purebred tailless cats bred on the Isle of Man were now under Narcissa's ownership.

As Draco's mother, it was perfectly reasonable for Narcissa to assign a purebred tailless cat to her son to raise.

Tailless cats have always been a symbol of purebred lineage and noble temperament, which is indeed very suitable for the Malfoy family's social standing. Moreover, the one in Draco's arms has flawless, translucent fur and is a top-quality pure white individual.

Puni felt a surge of interest and was about to go over and tease the kitten, but before he could even take a step, Harry and Ron, head down, rushed past him at the other end of the corridor.

Harry walked briskly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and didn't have time to stop and greet Penny.

This is?

Not long after the school bell rang, Ron didn't waste a moment. He went back to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, picked up the iron cage where Scabbers was kept, and quickly met up with Harry. The two of them walked along the stone corridor and headed straight for the hospital wing on the east side of the castle.

It has long been rumored within the school that the magical medical skills of the Hogwarts Medical Wing are all-encompassing, and Madam Pomfrey can properly treat any wizarding injuries, illnesses, or magical backlash wounds.

Ron held a sliver of hope; wizards could heal all their injuries, so the injuries of that pet mouse should be no problem.

With this expectation in mind, the two quickly stepped into the medical wing.

However, the two of them couldn't even fully step into the treatment area. As soon as they showed the restless Spotted Piglet in its cage, they were ruthlessly driven out by Mrs. Pomfrey.

The medical wing door was suddenly pulled open, and Madam Pomfrey, her face tense and her eyes filled with impatience, said bluntly and forcefully, showing no mercy: "This is a private clinic for school wizards, not a pet clinic. Unless you can transform this rat into human form, don't bring any small animals to bother me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved her wand lightly. A magical force propelled Harry and Ron, along with their rat cages, out of the infirmary. The door clicked shut from the inside.

The entire faculty and student body knew perfectly well that Madam Pomfrey was a hidden powerhouse at Hogwarts, known for her quick temper and irritability, and was by no means a kind or tolerant person.

On the first day of school, after only one theory class, three lower-grade students were injured and bedridden due to spellcasting errors, which is enough to prove the reason.

The most widespread and credible rumor about Hogwarts is that the infirmary is always full, and Madam Pomfrey hardly gets any proper rest.

However, magic casting itself is extremely risky. Young wizards who are not good at casting spells, misuse spells, or play around during breaks are very likely to suffer various injuries such as abrasions, curse marks, and bone damage.

If one day the school clinic is deserted, it will probably mean that this magical castle has stopped functioning.

In the shaded area of ​​the corridor, Ron slumped his shoulders, gripped the cage handle tightly, and spoke in a low, helpless, and dejected voice.

"Harry, I'm at my wit's end. What should I do about Scabbers?"

Inside the cage, Banban showed no signs of fatigue or lethargy, constantly scratching at the cage walls and darting around, displaying an abnormally vigorous energy.

Harry looked down at the restless mouse and gradually came to agree with Ron's idea.

House mice have short lifespans, and Spotted is already equivalent to a human of twelve years old. Aging and physical weakness are the norm, so this kind of excitement and restlessness is most likely caused by brain nerve damage and mental confusion.

Just as the two were at their wits' end, Puni walked slowly down the corridor and happened to see their embarrassed state.

"If you don't mind, I can take a look for you."

Puni spoke calmly, then reached out and took the rat cage from Ron's arms. "I've been taming all sorts of magical beasts and ordinary pets for years, so judging a pet's injury or illness isn't difficult for me."

Puni lowered his head and leaned down, letting the light shine through the cage bars to examine the spotted creature inside, which was acting crazy and agitated. His gaze swept over the scab-covered stump on its tail, and he almost couldn't help but laugh.

Wormtail, Peter Petirou.

His acting skills in disguising himself were truly superb.

Puni sighed inwardly. This person was so cowardly and timid that he was willing to abandon his human form and hide in an ordinary wizard's family, living in the form of a rat for more than ten years, living in fear and dread every day.

Others might think this is a way of enduring hardship to survive, but Puni himself knew that even if he were to choose suicide in a desperate situation, he would never suppress his personality and live a life of hiding in the humble form of a rat.

After observing for a moment, Puni looked up at Ron and said confidently, "From what I've observed, Banban shows no signs of mental confusion. She is full of energy and her mind is very clear."

"But its activity level is so abnormal!" Ron immediately shook his head in disbelief, "It's been sleeping all day for the past few years, it's never been this restless before!"

"Perhaps the cause was the broken tail," Puni casually offered. "Before, its tail was intact, so it was naturally peaceful and sleepy. Now, the wound on its tail is causing it unbearable pain, so its instinct will make it restless. This is just a stress response caused by the pain."

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He raised his hand and drew his wand from his waist, gently poking the scabbed wound on Scabbers' tail with the tip of the wand. The wound, which had already healed on its own, was now slightly red.

"Losing a tail isn't fatal, but the pain is extremely intense. If it were a human being, the excruciating pain of losing a limb would cause them to lose control and become agitated. Wouldn't you feel pain if your finger was chopped off?"

Harry and Ron shuddered.

"Can this wound be healed? Can the tail grow back?" Ron's eyes lit up.

Thank goodness.

Unless he has dementia, he's about to die.

If it's just a superficial injury, there's still hope.

"Repairing limbs is a piece of cake."

Puni raised his hand and pressed the tip of his wand against the broken end of Scabbers' tail, chanting a long and obscure spell in a low voice.

Then, the wound that had been scabbed over and closed suddenly burst open, and dark red blood seeped into the tip of the wand.

Harry and Ron held their breath, and before they could even gasp, the flesh at the severed point began to wriggle and grow rapidly, and the slender rat tail stretched and grew from thin to thick.

In just a few seconds, a complete and intact rat tail grew into shape, with only a faint ring of lines remaining at the point where the tail was severed. Apart from that, it was no different from the original tail.

"My God! This is amazing!" Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

The insect's tail inside the cage froze in place, its shock far exceeding that of the two boys.

No consumables, just incantations, regenerating severed limbs?!

This belongs to a high-level and profound healing spell!

Even senior professors within the university might find it difficult to perform smoothly!

This young Lestrange is actually able to master such profound magic!

Past rumors flooded into Wormtail's mind again.

Puni may be the offspring of Bellatrix and the Dark Lord.

At this moment, the look in his eyes as he looked at Puni outside the cage suddenly became filled with an almost desperate hope, as if he had seen salvation in a desperate situation!

In his ecstatic elation, Wormtail paid no attention to Puni calmly retracting his wand, gently wiping away the rat blood stains from the wand with his fingertips, and then casually putting the wand back into its sheath inside his robe.

He sent the two away.

Night falls.

Puni arrives at the castle's Room of Requirement to begin his study tour.

This room can be transformed at will. He raised his hand and began to disassemble the closed-loop runes of the teleportation portal, breaking the entire magic array into independent rune units, comparing and tracing the empowerment method and linkage rules of each rune one by one.

The longer he stayed, the clearer Puni became about the purpose of this secret room.

This place is completely unsuitable as a training ground for wizard battles; its unique magical adaptability makes it destined to be a top-tier space for magical research and study.

Magical studies require a vast amount of ancient books, ancient rune records, and lost magical notes, and this room can access all the books in the entire Hogwarts library at will.

The forbidden book section of the library, feared by everyone outside, is meaningless in the face of the castle's own will.

The so-called forbidden area was never a restricted area designated by the castle, but rather an artificial restriction established by Dumbledore and the professors who taught at the school, taking into account the mental capacity and tolerance of underage wizards.

The school determined that younger students were not mentally sound and were easily misled by black magic and forbidden arts, so it set up a borrowing permit system to control their access to books.

But the will of Hogwarts Castle, which has stood for a thousand years, knows no distinction between teacher and student, strength and weakness, or good and evil.

In the castle's perception, reading forbidden books leads to backlash, and practicing forbidden arts leads to self-destruction; these are all examples of the weak reaping the bitter fruits of their own actions.

Wizards who cannot assess their own abilities and recklessly violate taboos are not worthy of walking the path of magic. Survival of the fittest has always been the law of survival in the magical world.

Puni quickly discerned the root of the castle's cold indifference, which most likely stemmed from the Slytherin will that had persisted within the school for millennia, inheriting the medieval concept of survival of the fittest among pure-blooded individuals.

Puni didn't care about this.

He is mentally stable, has excellent judgment, is well aware of the boundaries of power and the bottom line of taboos, and has his own sense of propriety in his studies. He will never let ancient books and black magic corrupt his mind, nor will he bring about his own destruction.

Not to mention the holy light within him.

It's not vegetarian.

Of course, even with her eagerness to learn, Puni still maintained a regular schedule, not letting herself neglect sleep and meals or overexert herself in studying runes. She would stop her studies at appropriate times to rest and recuperate.

However, there is still not enough time to rest.

Anyway, he has a drug to keep his energy up, so he might as well watch it.

Resting is simply a way to calm one's mind.

Puni sat in deep concentration, lightly tapping the runes on the parchment with his fingertips, deducing the derivative magical effects produced by the superposition and linkage of the two sets of ancient runes, attempting to fill in the missing linkage logic of the portal runes.

At that moment, the magic alarm clock on the stone platform beside him rang.

Puni stretched his shoulders and back, raised his hand and rubbed the muscles in the back of his neck: "Before I knew it, it was time."

A thought suddenly occurred to him: the dragon resting in the underground chamber.

After returning to school, he put all the dragons he had raised into a secret room.

That way, you won't be afraid of being discovered.

It's time to feed them.

Don't let yourself get so hungry that you attract unwanted attention.