Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Yes, yes, yes~" Hermione laughed sarcastically, "But you also took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

This is not going to work, is it?!

Nietzsche puffed up his cheeks and took out his anger on the floating mouse spleen.

Volume 1: Chapter 193 Peter's Bizarre Adventure

Peter Pettigrew has lived as a mouse for twelve years. He lurks in wizard families just to get all kinds of information.

Although he stayed at the poor Weasley's house the longest, fortunately he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

To be honest, he was shocked when Black first broke into the school, because he knew Sirius Black was innocent, so he kept thinking about his future in those days.

But luckily, he was chased away.

"Sure enough, Hogwarts is the safest place..." Peter Pettigrew lay beside Ron's pillow and talked to himself late at night.

But later he found out that it wasn't just Blake who wanted to break into the school, there was another person as well.

It was not until after Christmas that he heard the Slytherin boy say it and immediately understood what was going on: the reason why Voldemort's old subordinates rescued Black was because of what happened twelve years ago.

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

On the other hand, Peter Pettigrew also felt that he could not leave school anymore.

Now outside, besides Sirius Black who is thinking about him, there are also those Death Eaters who think he betrayed Voldemort. Look at what happened to Lucius! He must not leave Hogwarts! !

When Peter heard that he was going to be replaced by a new owl, he was terrified.

"Don't leave me. After all, I've lived in the Weasley family for so long. Even if I haven't done anything meritorious, at least... well... I have a good impression of you, right?" He lay beside Ron's pocket, looking frightened.

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

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

But then he heard Hermione's suggestion.

Hagrid? That goofy half-giant?

Although it couldn't be said to be very good, at least he didn't have to be fed to owls, and he remembered that Ron and Hagrid had a good relationship, so he would definitely be taken care of.

The situation was just as he thought. When Ron arrived at Hagrid's Hut, he heard the conversation between the two.

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

"I have a new owl."

"Really? Congratulations... If you need the Owl Training Manual, you'll have to wait. I don't remember where the book is hidden..."

"But I already have a mouse." Ron took Peter Pettigrew out of his pocket, "But I can't keep two pets, right? And owls eat mice, so I want to let you..."

He lied, he wouldn't have thought of Hagrid if Hermione hadn't reminded him.

But does that mean that the other person is not important in his heart? Of course not, and it would make Hagrid sad if someone else reminded him.

"Of course, no problem. I'm good at raising pets!" As expected, Hagrid was very happy with his request and put Scabbers in his broad palm. "If you miss him, you can come and visit him anytime."

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

"Don't worry, Scabbers. If you stay there, you'll be eaten by an owl."

But to Peter, these words became: Sorry, stay away from me, I'm afraid of misunderstanding.

After Ron left, Hagrid casually threw him into a small cage. Looking at the feces and rough grains inside, he had no idea what kind of magical animal the previous guest who stayed here was.

Only half an hour had passed, and Pettigrew began to miss the days in the Gryffindor common room.

"Have something to eat, little guy..." Hagrid turned over a few earthworms from the side and threw them into the small food bowl along with some chopped plant roots.

"What is this?" Pettigrew kicked the bowl over. "No matter how poor Ron was before, he always gave me some fruit and rice. I want to eat what you eat. You... As expected, people with giant blood are stupid."

Looking at Scabbers who was unwilling to eat, Hagrid began to feel troubled.

He remembered that mice were indeed omnivores, but on second thought, he turned back to the fireplace and began to rummage around.

"I'm so stupid... Why would Ron take the time to find these meats for him to eat." Hagrid broke off a piece of the pancake on the table and began to feel sorry for the picky mouse.

But for the sake of the smell of the pie, Pettigrew no longer bothered with him.

No matter what, it is food that people eat.

But when he grabbed the rock cake and bit it hard, he immediately regretted it - one of his front teeth was broken in an instant, and the bite force of a mouse was not enough to make a mark on the rock cake, let alone powder.

"My teeth...Aaaaaah!"

However, his screams did not attract Hagrid's attention, as he had already left the hut for the next magical creatures class.

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

Peter Pettigrew covered his mouth and lay helplessly on the ground. He had nothing to eat and no soft bed. The neighbor next door still couldn't speak, but was just a dog rolling on the ground. What was the difference between this and Azkaban? !

Oh, yes, no Dementors.

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

He glanced at those hideous-looking "neighbors", but even in Azkaban, there wouldn't be any wizards who wanted to eat him, right? !

By the evening, Pettigrew, who had not eaten for a day, was dizzy with hunger. He was at a loss as to what to do. He could not bite the rock cake, and it did not soften after he had held it in his mouth for a long time. He could only turn over the food bowl and pick out the bugs.

Although it's just some vegetable stalks, it's better than nothing...

Peter Pettigrew waited until late at night, and only opened his eyes when Hagrid, who was lying in bed, started snoring.

"Alaho, open!" He raised his paw and pointed it at the cage door.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't used magic for too long, so he didn't succeed at first. But he didn't panic. He just patiently used the wandless spell repeatedly.

Finally! He escaped!

Pettigrew nimbly jumped down from the counter and squeezed out through the crack in the door.

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

Farewell, cage!

But can Peter Pettigrew really go home as he wishes?

He did not see that on the chimney of Hagrid's hut sat a hunter - Nietzsche's trump card, Hermione's cub, Granger's confidant, the night could not block his sight, and his fluffy hair gave him patience.

"Meow!"

A shrill scream made Peter Pettigrew break out in a cold sweat.

His Animagus is a mouse, so he has naturally done his homework and knows what the natural enemies of mice are.

But there was a big grassland ahead, where could he run to... Oh, the Forbidden Forest! After dodging Crookshanks' attack, Pettigrew ran towards the bushes in the Forbidden Forest without looking back.

Although it was dangerous in there, he could use the terrain to his advantage to shake off the cat.

So Crookshanks chased into the Forbidden Forest.

(Please take a leave)

Volume 1: Chapter 194: White Album, but the heroine is a fire dragon

After Scabbers was sent away, Ron immediately forgot about it. Nietzsche would always see him carrying a brand new birdcage and comparing the types of owls with his friends, as if he was carefully observing their differences for the first time.

But Nietzsche did not receive any news from Crookshanks.

At the end of the Charms class on Friday afternoon, he just walked out of the classroom and found a tall figure standing in the corridor. Hagrid's huge body almost blocked the entire passage.

"I'm here!" Hagrid tried to hold in his belly as much as possible so that the students could squeeze past him sideways.

Because he was much taller than the people in the corridor, Nietzsche was easily spotted. The other party stretched out his arm, pinched his clothes with two fingers, and dragged him to the side of the stairs.

At this moment, Hagrid's eyes were avoiding and his neck was shrinking... He would do this every time he thought he had done something wrong.

"What happened?" Nietzsche inquired. "Aren't you usually preparing for the next Magical Beasts class at this time? Or do you want me to convince Hermione to help you make a few potions?"

Apart from that, he really couldn't figure out what else the other party could come to him for.

"If the amnesia potion works..." Hagrid muttered first, and then said quickly, "This morning, a centaur told me that the dragon almost overturned the forbidden forest."

"What dares to mess with her?"

"I don't know. I only know that if you don't stop the dragon, Aragog's house will be burned down."

Aragog, this is the name Nietzsche heard from some Acromantulas last year.

When he walked out of the hall, he could see the billowing black smoke above the depths of the Forbidden Forest. The entire Forbidden Forest looked like an animal whose fur had been plucked out. From a distance, there was a centaur standing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The one who led Nietzsche and Hagrid was none other than the centaur leader Ronan.

"Nature has been destroyed..." Ronan said heavily.

"I know, I know, we all saw it." Hagrid impatiently poked away a patch of ashes with the toe of his shoe, revealing the charred body underneath.

Poor Acromantula.

When Nietzsche thought about the huge amount of giant spider venom that was wasted, he couldn't help but feel sorry for it with Hagrid.

However, he understood Ronan's warning - it meant that this was not something the fire dragon Smaug had caused himself, because he was also a part of nature, so what was destroyed should be the autonomous balance of the Forbidden Forest's overall ecology.

Although the fire dragons would usually burn things in the Forbidden Forest, while venting their energy, they would also curb the spread of the eight-eyed giant spider's territory.

"Someone is disturbing her?" Nietzsche tried to decipher the other party's riddle.

"You're a very clever little pony," Ronan said dully, nodding slightly.

Only Hagrid didn't understand. He touched the back of his head and followed the centaur to the fire dragon's territory.

The further in he went, the grayer the originally charred ruins became, and the temperature became higher and higher. Then Nietzsche saw that the entrance of one of the caves was covered with carbonized eight-eyed giant spiders and other animals.

"Isn't this Aragog's hometown?!" Hagrid shouted in shock.

Although Ronan, a centaur, didn't like the eight-eyed giant spider, he still comforted it: "They had already drilled a hole and ran away when the fire dragon broke in..."

He pointed to the holes in the ground.

However, judging from the grayish-white burning center on the ground, there was no way of knowing whether Aragog would be suffocated to death underground.

"But how did it suddenly come here... I mean, Aragog always came to me to complain about the dragon, but he never said it would rush into his house." Hagrid took off his moleskin coat and wiped the sweat off his face.

After hearing a few gurgling sounds in the cave, he took an umbrella from his back, held it in his hand, and asked Nietzsche to wait here while he carefully walked inside along the edge of the cave.

This was once the base of the eight-eyed giant spider, but there is no trace of spider silk left.

Just as Nietzsche was wondering who could have disturbed Smaug, he suddenly heard a few shrill cat meows coming from the depths of the dark cave. When he turned around, he saw Hagrid flying out with the heat wave.

He really liked what Hagrid said: The dragon is a little cutie.

"my waist..."

It can be seen that Smaug is not in a good mood.

But Crookshanks hasn't come back for several days, and no one knows where he has gone. It's impossible for him to chase a mouse and get here... It's hard to say whether he is lost or not, given his temperament.

Ronan did not help up the fallen Hagrid, because the next moment, it was Nietzsche holding a lightsaber who illuminated the cave!

"Armor protection!"

He raised his right hand and held the wand horizontally. The heat wave rolled up the debris and hot gravel on the ground and hit a small piece of pale white barrier. The further he went in, the wider the cave became, like a funnel-shaped passage.

The space inside is enough to accommodate thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders... I just don't know if they still have so many now.

There are still many densely packed holes on those stone walls, but the spider eggs inside should have been burnt.

"Roar!" "Meow~"

The shrill screams and low throat roars came from Smaug and Crookshanks. They stared at both sides, neither taking a step back... What Nietzsche was most worried about finally happened.

Looking at the cat and the dragon in front of him, Nietzsche was even more depressed than when Hermione met Granger.

"I'll go see Hagrid..." He was about to turn around, but a black tail blocked his way, separating him from the centaur.

"I'll take Hagrid to find Aragog. He must be very sad now." Ron knew that in such a closed environment, it was an unwise choice to go against the dragon, so he could only take a step back.

The sound of horse hooves became quieter and quieter, and it was obvious that Ronan had walked away.

Now that the only person who could share the pressure was gone, Nietzsche could only stand awkwardly against the wall, trying not to be between Crookshanks and Smaug, but they would often shout at each other and then turn their heads to look at him.

The worst thing is that Nietzsche couldn’t understand at all whether they were scolding each other or complaining to himself!

"Crookshanks, where's the mouse I asked you to catch?" He gave up and decided to sort things out first.