A sharp Hogwarts

Dalia never thought that her "stinky tofu" would be so popular in school.

Now not only Gryffindor House, but students from the other three houses also look here from time to time while eating.

Rare pegasus cubs, only those who have experienced death can see them, magical breath that corrupts food, super strong sense of weight and direction...

According to the Weasley twins, Thestrals are so cool as pets - they are even willing to trade Percy's ten years of bachelorhood for a pair of Thestrals as pets.

Percy ignored the provocations of his two little brothers. He found some dry straw, pebbles, and old cotton cloth, so that Dalia could build a simple nest for her little Thestral in the dormitory, while Angelina I used a magic knife to help "cut" a stone groove out - strictly defined as a result of transfiguration, but Dalia, who was watching from the side, always felt that the stone groove was more like being cut out with a knife, and she even felt it on it. There were some obvious cut marks, but Angelina did only swing the knife once.

As for the feeding of Little Yeqi, Dalia doesn’t need to worry about it at all:

She is now more worried that stinky tofu will not be able to fly due to its overweight. After all, most of the girls' dormitories feed it from time to time.

After Hermione learned that there was another member in her and Dalia's dormitory, she borrowed five or six books on the care of magical creatures from the library.

Compared with those excited and excited little wizards, Dalia, as the official owner, seemed a little absent-minded.

Almost no one noticed that at the end of the weekend, an episode happened:

Ron's pet rat Scabbers goes missing.

Also disappearing with Scabbers were the four deans of the school and Dumbledore.

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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

The office was crowded, and Dumbledore sat behind the desk, his face as sinking as water.

Professor McGonagall stood upright next to him, her expression very nervous, and her magic knife had slipped to the palm of her right hand.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were blocking the windows of the room respectively, with their magic knives also drawn out, as if they were waiting for something.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge stood by the fire, looking at the table in the center of the room in confusion. There was a small glass box on the table.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and another wizard stood on both sides of the gate like guards, while Amelia Bones, Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, stood about half a meter away from Fudge on the right rear. Arthur Weasley was also in the crowd, but his face looked particularly bad, and he stared at the glass box on the desk with a ferocious expression.

There is a chubby gray mouse in the glass box - the pet mouse that belonged to his two sons successively.

It was not sleeping soundly as before, but was banging against the cage crazily, making frightened squeaking sounds.

"What are we waiting for, Dumbledore - I mean..."

Cornelius Fudge coughed slightly and pinched the tall wizard hat in his hand nervously.

Just minutes before, Dumbledore had told them a tall tale, a tall tale about a wizard long thought dead.

If it weren't for the fact that the narrator was Albus Dumbledore, they would even think that the other person was crazy...

"Well, let's get started - Minerva, Filius, please."

Dumbledore took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and nodded towards McGonagall and Flitwick standing beside him.

The two deans raised their magic knives at the same time, and slashed downwards toward the glass box one after the other. The box cracked silently.

The mouse Banban seemed to be grabbed hard in the air by invisible hands. It kept screaming and twisting, and its small black eyes bulged out.

The next moment, blue-white light emerged from the tips of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick's knives.

In the center of the dazzling blue-white light, Scabbers hung there, his small black-gray body twisting wildly - the mouse fell down and landed on the floor.

Another blinding flash, and then—

It was like observing the growth of trees in a quick shot.

A head appeared on the ground, and then limbs stretched out...

After a while, a man lay down where the mouse had been, shaking and breathing heavily.

"Oh, my gosh--"

"By Merlin—"

"God."

A series of uncontrollable exclamations echoed in the office.

"This is impossible, this is impossible...it's too, too unbelievable——"

Cornelius Fudge took a step back in horror, a hint of panic and confusion in his voice.

The man on the ground had thin light gray hair hanging unkempt, his skin was dirty, almost like that of a gray mouse, and his pointed nose and small watery eyes seemed to have the look of a mouse. He hurriedly walked Looking around in fear, breathing rapidly and weakly, Connelly noticed that the other man was missing a finger.

Cornelius Fudge knew him very well. When that terrible disaster happened, he was the head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters at the scene.

Peter Pettigrew!The poor guy who intercepted Sirius Black alone many years ago and was blown up to death along with a bunch of Muggles on the street!

He pointed at Peter Pettigrew in shock, his tongue spinning for a moment in surprise.

"You, you, but...but why did you..."

At this time, rapid footsteps sounded outside the door.

Professor Snape opened the door and appeared in the principal's office.

"Peter!" Snape stood blankly at the door, staring at the man on the ground, "Peter Pettigrew?!"

"Oh my God, Dumbledore, why is Peter Pettigrew here?"

Amelia Bones' voice was dry. She swallowed and looked at Dumbledore in shock.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out, Ms. Bones."

Dumbledore said, waving his hand casually, and Peter, who was still twitching, froze instantly, "Severus, have you brought the Veritaserum?"

Snape nodded and handed Dumbledore a vial of clear liquid.

Dumbledore stood up and walked forward, bent down and dragged Peter Pettigrew up from the ground, making him sit under the desk.

Immediately afterwards, he opened Peter Pettigrew's mouth, poured three drops of potion into it, and then pulled out a simple-looking, rather old one-handed dagger.

"Vanilla mints," Dumbledore said calmly.

Peter Pettigrew trembled all over, his face that was originally filled with fear quickly relaxed, and his eyes lost their look.

It was obvious that the Veritaserum was starting to take effect in his body.

"Dumbledore, the Wizengamot Court cannot use Veritaserum as a basis for trials."

Amelia Bones frowned and said seriously, "If you plan to try on the spot, maybe it's a little too hasty -"

"Thank you for the reminder," Dumbledore said calmly, "But... I just want to know some of the truth about that year..."

Dumbledore squatted in front of Peter Pettigrew, face to face with him.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked.

Peter Pettigrew's eyelids twitched a few times.

"I can hear you," he whispered.

"Good, now I want you to tell us bit by bit-"

Dumbledore said gently, every wrinkle on that old face showing cold anger.

"Why are you here? What happened between you, the Potters and Sirius Black back then? Where have you been hiding all these years? Who are you hiding from?"