The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

The whole party went very smoothly and happily.

Almost everyone was celebrating.

John and Snape were the absolute protagonists in the Great Hall right now.

The Slytherins were all rushing to get to them.

Not for anything else, even if it’s just to be closer to them.

Even Fudge adjusted his mood behind him and clinked glasses with Snape.

Only Harry and the others were still a little uneasy and listless.

They knew that Scabbers the Rat, Peter Pettigrew as Lupine and Sirius called him, had not yet been brought to justice.

This makes the whole case still suspenseful.

Now they can only hope that the Aurors can give them some help and figure out the whole story through the testimonies of Lupine and Sirius, or catch Scabbers the mouse directly and tell everyone the truth.

They still have some confidence in Aurors and the Ministry of Magic.

Although this group of people couldn't help at all in the whole process of capturing Sirius, in any case, they are also the most elite anti-dark wizard force in the wizarding world of China.

It wasn't until midnight that the dinner ended.

When John returned to the dormitory after dealing with the almost continuous stream of students who came to get close to him and flatter him, he immediately saw the magic suitcase lying quietly on the table.

John waved his hand to signal Draco, who was still in a state of excitement, to shut up, and then entered the box.

The scene inside was pretty much what John expected.

The mouse Scabbers, or Peter Pettigrew, was still in his mouse form at this time, floating in the air, motionless, as if he was dead.

Beside him stood the house elf Dobby.

Dobby stretched out his fingers to maintain the magic used to control Peter, while staring at Peter with wide eyes, as if he was afraid that Peter would escape in the blink of an eye.

The sound of John's footsteps startled Dobby.

He turned around suddenly, and the tension on his face gradually dissipated until he saw John's appearance clearly.

"Dobby has been guarding the mice!" Dobby knelt on the ground and said piously, "Dobby has completed the work assigned by the master!"

John nodded and said softly:

"Well done, Dobby."

Hearing this, tears welled up in Dobby's two huge eyes again.

While wiping his tears with a pillowcase that had become lint-free, he said:

"Oh! Master praised Dobby! Well done Dobby! Dobby is so happy!"

John didn't pay much attention to Dobby's reaction.

After being imprisoned and trained for such a long time, Dobby's "rebelliousness" has been smoothed away by him.

Nowadays, Dobby can be regarded as a competent house elf.

John sat on the sofa and said to the mouse floating in the air:

"Someone told me that you are an illegal Animagus, transformed by Peter Pettigrew. I was very curious about this idea, so I captured you. Now, can you perform an Animagus for me? Will Si transform?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mouse opposite didn't react at all and was still pretending to be dead.

Seeing this, the corners of John's mouth rose.

He slowly took out his wand, pointed it at the mouse, and said:

"It seems like it can't be changed. Sigh - it's such a waste of time. If that's the case, then just go die."

As he spoke, green light began to flicker from the tip of John's staff.

A terrifying sense of ominousness instantly enveloped the entire room, so much so that Dobby beside him couldn't help but stop crying.

And the mouse finally struggled and screamed crazily at this moment.

In a blinding flash of light, the mouse Banban began to transform.

He twisted, twitched, and swelled until finally, a man appeared in front of John.

The screams of mice also turned into the pitiful wails of men.

"No...don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!"

The man was short, not even as tall as John, who was not yet fully grown.

His thin light-colored hair was disheveled, and he had a large bald patch on the top of his head. His body shape looked like that of an obese person who had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

His skin looked dirty, almost like Scabbers' fur, and his pointed nose and watery little eyes had the characteristics of a mouse.

"Oh - you are Peter Pettigrew?"

John said softly.

Pettigrew's wailing stopped suddenly. He fell from the air and knelt down on the ground just like Dobby and said:

"I am Banban, and I am Ron's pet mouse! Dear Master Shafiq, can you let me return to Master Ron?"

His obsequious look made John feel sick.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"laugh--"

When John waved his wand, Pettigrew's face was cut with a huge, hideous gash, and blood kept pouring out of it like a stream.

"You should know what magic this is, right?" John said impatiently, "You don't have much time left. If you still refuse to tell the truth before your blood dries up, then you will die."

Pettigrew shivered with fright.

He widened his eyes and said:

"This is Snape's magic, Master Shafik, please don't treat me like this! Your professor... Professor Snape is also a servant of the Dark Lord! And Malfoy, the Malfoy family is also the Dark Lord's servant. Servant! Master Shafiq! We are in the same group!"

John said lightly:

"So, Sirius and Lupine were right, it was you who betrayed the Potters?"

"Yes! That's right!" Pettigrew hurriedly said, "The Dark Lord is my master! We are our own! I have contributed to the Dark Lord! Please let me go, Lord Shafiq! I can..."

John already knew everything he wanted to know.

He waved his wand slightly, and the wound on Pettigrew's face healed.

"Dobby, take him to the empty room, lock him up, and keep an eye on him."

Following John's order, Dobby immediately snapped his fingers and dragged Pettigrew, who was still flattering John, to the empty room next door.

John took a deep breath and picked up the double-sided mirror again.

Magic input.

Michael's slightly tired and vicissitudes of life surfaced on his face.

The two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

After remaining silent for a while, Michael said slowly:

"Maybe you should give me an explanation."

John nodded and said:

“It’s all for the greater good.”

"Wow!" Michael couldn't help laughing, "When did you become Grindelwald's saint?"

John also chuckled:

"That's what it is."

"I didn't see the benefits you mentioned. I only saw a fool who was moved by his professor and was willing to give up his benefits to let the professor fulfill his wishes."

"That's your stupidity."

"is it?"

"That's right, I have won the [-] Galleons bounty from Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic, and I can give you half of it."

"No need, this is not what I want. You'd better have a follow-up plan to gain more benefits and make up for our losses this time, otherwise..."

Michael paused for a moment, his expression looked a little harsh and a little hesitant, "Huh - for Ariana's sake, I don't have to do anything to you. Then you can take the thirty thousand Galleons and go to Hog honestly." Watts studied, and after finishing the book, he took Michelle to the countryside to hide and live a good life.

After all, you are not revenge material. "

John was not upset after hearing this, but instead smiled and said:

"Oh! You are really generous, so it's decided, all thirty thousand galleons belong to me!"

Michael was stunned for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and just looked at John, waiting for his subsequent explanation.

John smiled and crossed his legs and said:

"We actually still have a chance to kidnap Sirius."

"I don't think so. With the style of those Aurors, they would ask the dementors to give him a kiss as soon as they catch Sirius."

"But in fact, it doesn't."

John shook his head and said, "If you think about it carefully, you will understand. Are the goblins adding so much bounty to Sirius just to avenge those dead goblins? Do they really care about the lives of their own kind? "

Michael's reactions were quick and he figured everything out almost immediately.

"You want to say that they are also interested in the Black family's property." Michael smiled, "This is in line with the greedy nature of the goblins. And if this is the case, Sirius will not die for a while, and it will take Escorted back to the Ministry of Magic, even handed over to the goblins.

Maybe we can kidnap them on the way! "

"Snapped--"

John snapped his fingers and said, "We have obtained the bounty, and Black's property can still be returned to us. This is the best way to maximize benefits, isn't it? The only problem now is that we have the ability to do it in front of so many Aurors. Are you going to kidnap them?"

"If you and I work together, it won't be a big problem."

"Then it's decided!"

Both Michael and John had smiles of satisfaction on their faces.

Water vapor gradually appeared on the double-sided mirror, which was a sign that the connection was about to be interrupted.

At this moment, John said again:

"Oh, by the way! When we meet, I will give you a surprise. The name of that surprise is Peter Pettigrew!"

As soon as these words came out, the muscles on Michael's face twitched violently.

He subconsciously wanted to ask, but the contact magic of the double-sided mirror had been interrupted.

"what!"

Michael laughed and complained, "What a small-minded guy!"