Hogwarts: The Strongest Animagus Ever

Joya, Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sitting at the entrance of the library. Ron looked around cautiously and said, "¨' Mr. Filch didn't come."

Qiao Ya frowned, looking very worried: "I don't know where Charlotte has gone. I asked others, but they don't seem to know where he is, not even in the library."

Hermione sighed, stood up and looked into the distance: "Could it be that he went out again without telling us?"

Harry had been looking at the sky. After Hermione finished speaking, he pointed to the distance and said, "Look!"

In less than a moment, Charlotte and Cassandra appeared in front of them together.

"Charlotte!" Qiao Ya and Hermione ran over and stood in front of Charlotte, their eyes full of worry: "Where have you been? We've been looking for you for a long time."

"Just some little adventures, right, Miss Cassandra." Charlotte turned her head and looked at Cassandra.

Cassandra turned her head away, saying nothing.

Charlotte reached out and patted Qiao Ya and Hermione on the head, saying, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Qiao Ya looked at Charlotte and reached out to pull Charlotte's robe: "Fortunately, next time even if you want to leave, you have to tell us."

Charlotte nodded and said, "Go back and have some rest. Mr. Filch will be here soon."

Charlotte took out her wand and said, "I'll take Cassandra back first. You guys should go back and rest early as well."

Cassandra looked at Charlotte and said coldly, "I'm leaving."

Qiao Ya looked at Cassandra's back. Charlotte put away her wand. She looked at Charlotte and asked, "Aren't you going to give her a gift?"

Charlotte blinked: "Didn't she refuse?"

Cassandra, who was walking slowly not far away, suddenly snorted heavily, and then walked forward.

If you don't want to give it to her, then don't give it to her! She doesn't want it! Zhu.

Chapter 209: The sudden appearance of a pettigrew!

After letting Harry and others go back to rest, Charlotte opened the book in her hand again in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

Portkey.

who did it?

The making of portkeys is not complicated. Because of this, the Ministry of Magic has been restricting the use of portkeys. Portkeys can only be made with the consent of the Ministry of Magic.

But in fact, almost all wizards with powerful magic will secretly hold on to port keys.

Does anyone at Hogwarts know how to make portkeys?

And it seems that he wants to kill himself?

Charlotte put the book away, thought for a moment, and exuded an extremely calm magical aura, then transformed into a Thestral.

He sneaked into the dreams of nearby wizards, but he didn't find any useful clues in their dreams.

In the next few days, Charlotte's life at Hogwarts returned to normal.

.

Until, one night.

Harry woke up from his dream. He dreamed of something he didn't want to dream about. In the dream, there was a green light. The light was extremely evil, carrying an ominous and terrifying aura.

Moreover, this ominous aura seemed to appear not only in his dreams, but also right in front of him.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, and at that moment, he saw an extremely ugly face, that face was right in front of him!

"Ah!!" Harry screamed.

Ron and Neville were both woken up. Ron rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Harry, did you have a nightmare?"

Harry was still in shock and looked at Ron in confusion, but suddenly his forehead felt a sharp pain and Harry reached out to touch his scar.

Ron and Neville were already very sleepy and wanted to wait for Harry to speak, but Harry didn't say anything, so they were so sleepy that they fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

The scar was slightly stinging, and Harry reached out to touch it, wondering why this happened, when suddenly he saw a dark shadow rushing out on the floor.

Harry was stunned.

He recognized the dark shadow!

It's Pettigrew!!

Harry turned back the covers and looked at Ron and Neville. They turned over but did not wake up. It seemed that the lessons during the day had made them very tired.

Harry walked quietly out of the dormitory and went down the stairs, then saw Pettigrew, in his mouse form, slipping out of the door.

Harry hurried to follow, and walked through the corridor towards the Gryffindor dormitory. He glanced around, afraid that he would lose it.

But soon he saw Pettigrew transformed into a mouse running past him.

Harry hurried after him, not giving any thought to whether he could outfight Pettigrew, or if he might get hurt in the process.

The only thing in his mind was to see what Pettigrew was going to do and to catch him.

"My head." Harry gritted his teeth, the scar on his forehead began to ache again.

It seemed that lately, whenever his moods started to fluctuate, his scar would begin to hurt, but he didn't know whether he should tell Sirius.

Sirius seemed to be very busy lately.

Harry stared at Pettigrew in front of him as he turned a corner and darted into the corridor.

Harry followed closely, but unexpectedly bumped into someone, followed by a sharp cat's meow.

"Ha, let's see who's up in the middle of the night, running around in the corridor like a dirty rat!" A rough big hand suddenly grabbed Harry's clothes!

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Harry looked up and saw the ugly Mr. Filch staring at him with a gleam of triumph in his eyes, and his cat, barking at him at his feet.

"Mr. Filch!" Harry exclaimed.

"Little mouse, don't even think about sleeping tonight!" Filch dragged Harry to his office as if he was carrying a cat.

Filch's office was dark and dirty, with no windows and only an oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling. There were many wooden filing cabinets around it, with many labels on them. The labels were all the names of students Filch had punished, and the twins' files took up an entire cabinet.

Behind the greasy old wooden table at the top of the house, there were a lot of hinges, shackles and other things hanging. Filch had mentioned to Dumbledore more than once that he wanted to hang up the students who made mistakes.

Harry couldn't help but start to worry whether Filch would hang him up.

Filch grabbed a quill from the table, then pulled a piece of parchment from the mess of papers.

"I've had enough! You filthy little rats!"

"You must be making fun of me, scurrying around in the dark corners of the corridor...!"

"Oh, the document, let me see, the form is here."

Filch looked up at Harry Potter, his eyes reflecting the light. "What's your name!"

Harry whispered, the mouse still on his mind.

"Harry Potter, sir."

"Oh yes, the famous Mr. Harry Potter." Filch sneered and began to fill out the form.

Before Filch finished writing, there was a cat's meow outside the door. Filch's face was full of anger: "You guys! You just don't want me to sleep well! Oh, damn! Which mouse is it again!"

He immediately picked up the lantern and rushed out.

Harry stood in the office, the scar on his forehead hurting a little.

!"0 He touched the scar and looked around Filch's office. Then he saw a piece of yellowed kraft paper under the desk. Harry pulled it out curiously. It seemed to be stuck together by something and he couldn't open it.

As Harry pulled out the piece of manila, a small pile of documents under the desk fell down. Harry stepped back, thinking to himself, "Oh no!"

Sure enough, Filch immediately came running back from the door. He glared at Harry and then set his eyes on the documents behind him.

But somehow, the anger on his face disappeared and turned into a pale panic. He said coldly: "Go back to bed! Rat!"

Harry still had the brown paper in his hand, but he didn't care about anything now and ran out immediately.

Harry jogged down the corridor with lingering fear. He carefully walked around the pillars, went up the stairs, and pushed open the door of the Gryffindor dormitory.

Ron and Neville hadn't woken up yet. He tiptoed onto the bed and then carefully examined the brown paper in his hand.

The yellowed kraft paper seemed to hide some bad secret. Harry didn't dare to use force. After thinking about it, he put the kraft paper in his hand away.

"Charlotte should know what this is. I should ask him when I wake up tomorrow." Harry thought and reached out to touch his scar again.

His scar, strangely, no longer hurts.

Chapter 210: Live Map!

The next day, at lunch, Harry told Charlotte what happened last night.

Charlotte reached out and took the map from Harry's hand.

Harry asked curiously, "Charlotte, what is this?"

Charlotte put the map away temporarily and said, "Do you still have classes this afternoon? If not, let's go to the big lake. There are too many people here."

Hermione and Joya sighed, and Hermione said, "No, there's Arithmancy this afternoon-."

Qiao Ya nodded and also chose the two divination classes.

Charlotte nodded, and after lunch, she took Harry and Ron, who had no classes, to the lake.

Charlotte took out the map, pulled out her wand, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

The two watched as the parchment in Charlotte's hand automatically unfolded and turned into a map.

"This is the Marauder's Map," Charlotte said, "It shows the location of every person in Hogwarts."

Charlotte pointed to where Snape was teaching and where Dumbledore was walking around in the headmaster's office.

Harry looked at the map and said in surprise, "No wonder Filch always manages to catch us. It turns out it's because of this map?"

Charlotte shook her head and said, "Filch can't use this map. He's a Squib and can't use magic. Didn't you say you bumped into Filch's book last night? He asked you to go back. I guess you saw something like the textbook he wanted to learn magic from."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and exclaimed, "I didn't expect Filch to be a Squib!"

Charlotte looked at the map in her hand. Filch certainly didn't use this map to catch Harry and Ron. As for how they were caught, it was probably related to Mrs. Norris and the two of them.

"You said you saw Pettigrew at school last night?" Charlotte looked at Harry.

Last time, almost all the Dementors outside Hogsmeade had entered the dense forest, so there were no defenses set up outside Hogwarts, and students could enter and exit Hogsmeade normally, so it was normal for Pettigrew to take the opportunity to run in.

Harry nodded and said, "Yes, he tried to lie down next to my bed last night, if I'm not mistaken."

Harry still remembers the ugly, magnified face from last night.

Ron asked in surprise, "Harry, so it turned out that you saw Pettigrew last night!"

Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I followed him out of the Gryffindor dormitory and he ran away."

There was a gleam of excitement and curiosity in Harry and Ron's eyes. Gryffindor was not just about courage, but also about an inextinguishable curiosity.

"Why is Pettigrew here?" Harry asked.

Charlotte shook her head, wondering why Pettigrew would appear here.

The only reason was to deal with Harry or him.

Charlotte looked at Harry, or more precisely, at the scar on his forehead.

After he stopped Pettigrew's plan last time, Voldemort seemed to be less active. Logically, he should have let the Death Eaters look for Horcruxes and let Harry come into contact with them.

In this way, Voldemort would have the possibility to directly train Harry into a complete Horcrux.

Of course, the premise of this is that Voldemort needs to completely occupy Harry's body.

"Harry, does your scar still hurt?" Charlotte asked.

Harry said, "It hurts a little, but not as much as before."

Harry reached out and touched the scar on his forehead, and then said, "I feel like the pain has been happening more frequently lately."

Charlotte nodded and rubbed the wand in her hand.

It seems that it will be soon. He still underestimated Voldemort. After all, he was once the Dark Lord. If he was really destroyed by the bones and blood in Harry's body.

Then, why not give him the title of Dark Lord?

Charlotte smiled, then waved her wand: "The prank is over!"