Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

"At first, I thought you were just a mouse with a certain amount of magic power. It is precisely because of magic that magical creatures have long lifespans."

"I didn't expect that I would get something unexpected."

Although Banban’s identity was clear from the beginning, people always have to act.

"Professor Snape's potion is indeed a little tasteless, but the effect is really good."

"If I hadn't seen such a strong magic reaction with my own eyes, I really wouldn't be able to identify your true face."

"Your name is Scabbers, right? I don't know your real name, so I'll call you Scabbers. Don't worry, I have no interest in your human identity, nor do I care why you stayed at the Weasley family for ten years. What are your goals and plans?"

"I am only interested in the Animagus transformation itself. When reciting that incantation, where does the second heartbeat that appears in our body come from? Is it a real existence or an illusory echo? "

"Since the original body is closely and extremely separated from the transformed body, then what method does the wizard use to transform back after transforming?"

"The wizard who transformed into an ordinary creature has no ability to cast spells in any sense. Even if the body is full of magic power, these magic powers cannot be used at all. It is like becoming a squib, unable to cast spells."

"I am very grateful for your appearance. I believe that your appearance will solve this problem for me, and you will even go down in history. You just appeared as an experimental subject in the article I published."

"Having been a rat for at least ten years, you will surely be proud of it after your death, right?"

Luo Luo laughed twice, like a research lunatic who was constantly hypnotizing himself, giving up the bottom line and starting to conduct inhumane human experiments. He was persuading himself to abandon unnecessary kindness and empathy and let himself complete the final transformation. .

"Oh, I forgot you can't talk now..."

The face that suddenly came closer had a smile that made Banban incontinent, "Maybe I made a mistake, you are not an Animagus at all. How could a wizard who has mastered such a difficult transformation magic be willing to do it to others?" It’s been a pet rat at home for ten years, right?”

"I must be crazy. You are definitely not a human being. You are definitely not a wizard."

Rollo took off the mini restraint that was holding Banban's mouth. A burst of piercing rat screams kept coming, but Banban, who couldn't even shake his head, couldn't express what he wanted to tell Rolo. In the mouth.

"Okay, don't be so afraid. I will cherish your life. After all, you are the only one I have as an experimental subject now, and I can't bear to see you die."

"Come on, Banban, open your mouth, it's time to drink the medicine."

Rollo sucked up the base's transparent potion with a dropper and approached Banban. The mouse, which was still struggling and screaming a second ago, immediately closed its mouth. Although the mouse could not speak human words, he could understand Luo Luo. Every word Lowe said.

Who knows what the potion is that looks just like clear water, but these madmen who are keen on research are the ones who keep their word.

"Don't you like drinking it? It doesn't matter. The rectum can absorb the potion, so you don't have to drink it with your mouth."

"Take out a syringe and remove the sharp needle tip. The hollow cylinder was gently inserted as Banban howled in despair. He only remembered that the chrysanthemum cooled, and then the paralysis that spread from the lower body continued to rise. , it happened to be stuck in the neck."

"Can your eyes still move? It seems that I calculated the dose a little less the first time, but it doesn't matter. It won't hurt anyway."

But when a shining metallic scalpel danced on Rollo's fingertips, Banban, who didn't dare to look at the next scene, rolled his eyes and was completely frightened and fainted.

"I haven't taken a shower for ten years, so it's hard to shave."

Rollo, who was shaving Banban with a scalpel, murmured in distress.

"Anyway, he is not a serious rat. He has a very strong vitality. He can be treated with boiling water and the burn will be cured by reciting a mantra."

Before Banban, who had just woken up from a coma, had time to think about anything else, he watched Luo Luo light a fire with his palm to boil a beaker of water. He, who was tied to the cross, was being lifted close to the bubble city. In a cup of still boiling water.

The potion paralyzed his body, and he couldn't feel the pain of his tail and body coming into contact with the boiling water. He only felt a little warm. As it heated up, he brought the tweezers over and gently plucked the hair on his body. It was pulled out, and the strands floated on the water.

"I won't wait for the next time about your head. You endure the pain, and I will burn it. After the hair is burned and the hair is removed, I will apply ointment to you to cure the burn."

The scalding water poured down on Banban's head made Banban's mind go blank at this moment. It seemed that his brain was boiled to a third of a degree at this moment. He couldn't even remember how long Rollo spent on his already half-bald head. He only knew that if he didn't escape quickly, his life would be worse than death for a long time.

"It seems that I will have to learn from Madam Pomfrey next semester. Her first aid skills are better than many St. Mungo's healers. I should use them often."

"Comparative experiment one."

But when Rollo said these words, his expression suddenly turned into an extremely calm and indifferent look. Several domestic rats and wild rats of similar size to him were taken out from the covered cages on the side and fixed by magic. on the test bench.

"Experimental Subject No. [-]: Banban (Note: Suspected Animagus shapeshifter)."

"Reference objects No. [-] and [-] are common house mice common in England, and reference objects No. [-] and [-] are wild mice in the area near Hogsmeade."

"The method of this controlled experiment: vivisection."

"Purpose of the experiment: Compare the differences in the internal structure of ordinary mice and Scabbers, and verify whether the Animagus possesses complete biological body structure properties after transformation."

The automatic recording quill on the side was writing words quickly. The indifferent man raised the cold knife, cut open the warm body, and cast his fiery eyes.

The laboratory located in the School of Dragon Taming and Research at Hogwarts is silent. No one is passing by, and no one knows what is going on here.

Who cares about the life and death of a mouse?

Even his master...

Ron had been locked up in his room for some time.

There were still bruises on his face from the beating he received from Fred and George. Since he said those words, no one in the family had said a word to him, although in the end Mrs. Weasley still Unable to bear it, I brought Ron some plaster, but it had already been kicked to the ground by him and seeped into the floor.

Because of this, there was a strange smell lingering in the room at the moment, but Ron, who was used to the smell, couldn't smell the unpleasant smell.

"How could they give Scabbers to that damn bastard Slytherin without my consent!"

The quill quickly wrote on the blank page, leaving a series of ugly scribbles.

"That's my mouse!" Ron stabbed the paper heavily with his quill, but miraculously, some of the yellowed paper did not get holes poked by the tip of the pen.

"Of course, of course it's your rat, Ron."

The scrawled handwriting on the paper was erased, and a line of handsome connected characters appeared on it. Compared with Ron's dog-like handwriting, this was simply much more beautiful.

"It's just that if it weren't for this mouse, you would still be in the prison cell of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, waiting for the interrogation and trial next week."

"Then why does it have to be my Scabbers? He's just a fat, useless rat."

The sound of Ron's writing sounded again.

"Although I don't know who the Rollo you are talking about is, in my opinion, a useless mouse can save you from so many things and can still come home and chat with me. This is a very kind price. , a negligible price.”

"Scabbers is not a useless rat. He has good qualities. He helped me bite Crabbe and Goyle..." Ron couldn't write anymore. When he thought of this, he remembered the time with Harry on the train. It was Li's first meeting, but now, the two of them were already in a worse state than strangers.

Ron looked up at the window. Through the blurred frosted glass, he could see several figures riding broomsticks flying around on the hillside outside the backyard of his home, seemingly playing Quidditch.

This made him hammer the table hatefully, but it only hurt his hands.

"It seems that the mouse is not as important as you think. It is dispensable, right?"

An ugly and useless pet rat that had been in his hands for only a year. Ron asked himself that he had no feelings. Even Charlie and Percy, who had owned Scabbers for the longest time, had no reaction at all. What could he say? What?

Ron, who was still angry, still wrote adamantly: "No matter what, it's my thing!"

"And this is an easy thing to do. If my father is fine, of course I will be fine too. How could I be imprisoned for a week and then let me wait for trial or something..."

"Your father is a blessing in disguise because of his help." Even the diary seemed speechless for this. After a moment of pause, the words slowly emerged: "He can save your father, but he doesn't choose to save you."

"If, as you said, he really loves to cause trouble for you and is an out-and-out scumbag, then he can even add insult to injury and turn your accidental car accident into an attempted murder, seriously violating the regulations of the Ministry of Magic and letting you Spend years in Azkaban."

After seeing these handwritings, Ron began to feel a little uneasy, and his hand holding the quill trembled slightly.

"Dad will definitely save me when the time comes. Without him...it wouldn't have happened without him, right! Is that right, Tom?"

"Maybe?" A question mark appeared in the diary, and the person who replied to Ron seemed to be confused by this problematic logic.

"Why are you talking to him? You are my friend! Tom!"

"Of course, of course I am your friend, but since it has happened, we can't change it, right?" Tom's handwriting appeared, which made Ron feel better.

"Then hurry up and teach me how to deal with him! This damn bastard has lied to everyone. There is no good guy in Slytherin! Whether it's Draco or Rollo, they are all liars who tell lies. It’s all despicable means.”

This question seems to have stumped Tom in the diary. When faced with Ron, a guy who wants no brains, no hard work, no money, no connections but no connections...

Tom really didn't know how to successfully deal with an elite who seemed to have endless gold galleons. He was from an ancient pure-blood family that even he didn't know, and his strategic ability was much higher than that of his peers.

He reformed Slytherin like no one in history, replaced the pure-blood label with the elite label, and made the Slytherin snakes work tirelessly for their own glory.

Tom even thought that if such a person was born in his own era, his glory would probably be more than that. A person who could reach into the Ministry of Magic while he was in school and had a lot of energy would definitely be able to work with him. Together he created a great cause.

But now the person he is working with is not the dazzling Slytherin elite, but the Gryffindor idiot he hates the most.

"Are you even lying to me? You can't do that, right?"

Ron, who spilled a lot of ink on his diary, dropped his pen angrily after failing to wait for Tom's timely reply.

"Obviously what I did was right! It was obvious that I was the only one who saw their true colors!"

"It's just that he's rich! It's that his grades are better! The professors favor him! The students also listen to him!"

"What's the use of being good at Quidditch! If I give him one hand, he can't beat me at wizard chess, so he's nothing!"

"Bloody Quidditch!"

Ron grabbed his favorite poster of the Chudley Artillery Team. The little people on it flew away when they saw Ron's rough actions. But in the end, after much hesitation, Ron was still reluctant to give this poster to him. After tearing it apart, he sat slumped on the chair.

The spilled ink was absorbed by the diary, and new writing appeared on it, but it appeared very slowly, and from time to time, a paragraph or a few words would be withdrawn.

Tom was also very embarrassed when replying. Even with his talent, he could not fully meet this extremely difficult and excessive request.

"Change takes time, Ron."

"Although this is indeed difficult to do, very difficult to do, but as I told you before, as long as you have my help, you can do anything."

"Then what should I do?"

Ron quickly picked up the quill and replied excitedly.

"First, you want to change the professor's attitude towards you, and then change the attitude of your classmates towards you. Only after completing this can you slowly deal with that damn bastard."

"The enemy is strong, so we need to have a little patience."

"Then how long is this time? It's next month, right? I've long wanted to step on his face and spit him out!" Ron, who was getting more and more excited, wrote quickly, and he might not be able to understand the scrawled handwriting.

"I knew you could do it, Tom!"

Ron, who hugged the diary and gave it a big kiss, wished that he would be inseparable from now on even when taking a shower or going to the toilet.

"Tell me quickly, what should I do?"

Tom, who seemed to be disgusted, took a while to slowly realize himself. His originally handsome handwriting was a little deformed, probably out of anger.

"First of all, you need to become a good student that is favored by professors and reverse your original bad impression."

"What..." Ron, who immediately lost his enthusiasm, threw away the diary, "What I hate most is reading. I can't learn."

Ron, who had long been dissatisfied with himself, would not cheer up and work hard just because of a sentence in the diary. Those textbooks were like a bible, and he would fall asleep after just one glance.

"But I have a good idea, Tom!"

A year suddenly popped into his head, and Ron became excited again.

"Anyway, the professor only looks at the submitted grades. Why don't you help me with my homework? You know so much, I will definitely surprise the professor!"

Already dreaming of becoming a good student with both good character and academic performance, Dumbledore made an exception and made him a prefect in the second grade. He also became the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, stepping on Slytherin to take away Nice picture of the Academy Cup winner.

There seemed to be vague curses, and the deformed and twisted words flickered for a moment, but Ron didn't notice them.