The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Soon, the portrait of the fat lady was moved away again.

Professor McGonagall, transformed into a spotted cat, strode out with elegant steps.

Immediately afterwards, three young wizards filed out.

It was Harry and his two friends.

Then, the spotted cat stretched its body, and Professor McGonagall reappeared in everyone's sight.

“Well done, Miss Granger.”

Professor McGonagall took a cage from Hermione, whose serious expression and pursed lips were exactly the same as her own.

The gray mouse squeaked anxiously and paced around in circles in its cage.

Ron's expression at that moment vividly illustrated what it means to be angry but dare not speak out.

He glared at Hermione every now and then, and his expression darkened when he saw Scott.

"Disperse, everyone."

Professor McGonagall spoke to the students.

At this moment, the other members of the Weasley family also climbed out of the doorway in the common room.

Fred and George kept exchanging glances with Scott, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Mr. Trollope."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Scott.

Then, her gaze passed over Ginny and fell upon the four Weasley boys.

“Four Weasleys, come with me.”

After saying that, she turned around and strode briskly to the other side of the corridor.

Scott and his team immediately followed behind her.

"Hey, what happened?" Fred asked in a low voice, impatiently.

George then asked, "Why did Professor McGonagall turn the chair where Scabbers was sleeping into a cage as soon as she entered the common room?"

"It's funny how Banban suddenly became so energetic."

"But we really want to know what happened."

The two of them kept asking each other a question.

At this point, Ron said angrily, "I'm the one who wants to know the most!"

Chapter 232 Peter Pettigrew Appears

Despite the Weasley brothers' intense gaze, Scott continued walking forward, seemingly unfazed.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said.

The Weasleys' gazes grew even more displeased.

Especially Ron.

Scott felt like punching himself in the face.

But he dared not.

“Ron,” Scott kindly reminded him, “I hope you don’t throw up later.”

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, annoyed.

Scott gave him a sympathetic look and then shut his mouth.

The poor child has been sleeping in the same bed with a perverted man for two years without his knowledge.

Given that many people still have the habit of confiding in their pets, Scott reasonably suspected that the sleazy man knew many of Ron's little secrets.

With that in mind, Scott felt infinitely forgiving of Ron's furious gaze.

After all, this child has already lost enough.

And of course, there's Percy.

What a wicked rat! He ruined the youth of two Weasley boys...

Scott shook his head and sighed.

Despite the increasingly strange gazes of the Weasleys, he continued walking forward calmly.

They followed Professor McGonagall through the winding corridors to a hidden door.

It was the same place Scott had visited before under Dumbledore's guidance; the headmaster's office was located on the eighth floor near the entrance.

Dumbledore seemed to already know what had happened, and the door opened automatically when Professor McGonagall stood in front of it.

Professor McGonagall carried the mousetrap inside, followed closely by Scott and the others.

The Weasleys seemed a little nervous when they discovered that they were actually in the headmaster's office.

Especially Ron.

He had never acted like a younger brother before, shrinking behind his three older brothers.

“Professor Dumbledore,” Percy couldn’t help but ask, “what happened? Scabbers…”

"I just found out about this myself; the portrait told me."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at the students.

"Don't be nervous, kids. Sit down. Maybe you'd like a hot chocolate?"

"cough."

Professor McGonagall coughed and placed the mousetrap she was carrying on Dumbledore's desk.

"Albus, can you see anything?"

Dumbledore peered closely through the rat trap, carefully examining the trembling gray rat inside.

Very close, his crooked nose seemed to have touched the cage.

The mouse suddenly stopped moving, as if it had been scared to death.

At this moment, Ron, who was hiding in the back, couldn't help but sob.

Everyone turned to look at him.

He looked at the motionless mouse in the cage with red eyes, his expression sorrowful.

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Oh, don't be sad, child, it's still alive."

"Really?" Ron looked at the gray mouse as if it were a lost treasure that had been found again.

Scott felt a little reluctant to look at him.

This child will probably really throw up later.

It's too awful.

Dumbledore then looked at Percy. "Percy, can you tell me in detail where this rat came from?"

"Okay, Professor."

Percy stepped forward, straightened his back, and began to answer the questions in a serious and methodical manner.

"This mouse came into my house on its own when I was very young."

He spoke as he recalled.

“I was far from school age at that time, and my parents wanted to get rid of it, but I treated it as my pet.”

Dumbledore nodded and asked another question, "So do you know how it lost the missing toe on its front paw?"

Percy shook his head. "It was like this when it came to my house."

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down his nose.

"I never expected this..." he muttered, "Maybe I shouldn't think this way... I really hope the truth isn't what I think..."

As he spoke, he opened the door of the rat trap.

"Squeak...squeak..."

Surprisingly, the rat did not run away.

It allowed Dumbledore to grab it and point the Elder Wand at it.

"Oh!"

Several Weasleys were startled by Dumbledore's actions.

Dumbledore offered no explanation. He raised his wand, and the rat floated up, hovering in the air in front of his desk.

Dumbledore's wand emitted a blue-white light.

The light enveloped the dappled creature, which hung suspended in mid-air, squeaking and writhing wildly.

Ron couldn't help but cry out and plead, "Professor Dumbledore...poor Scabbers..."

At that moment, the blue and white light disappeared, and Banban suddenly fell to the floor.

Another dazzling flash, and then the rat's body suddenly swelled up.

"Please spare it, my freckles..."

Witnessing all this, Ron's voice abruptly stopped.

A head popped out, and four limbs stretched out as well.

Under the stunned gaze of the Weasley brothers, a man stood where Scabbers had just been, rubbing his hands together lewdly.

This is a very short adult male wizard, even shorter than Ron.

His thin, light-colored hair was disheveled, and there was a large bald patch on the top of his head.

His appearance resembled that of an obese person who had lost a significant amount of weight in a short period of time.

The skin is very loose, like a Shar Pei.