I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 154 The prelude to the storm, the evil ghost from Sphynter

———Hogwarts————

During the torrential rain, on the mountains, a wizard dressed in a black leather coat, a hard bowler hat, and a silver necklace wrapped around his left hand. The pendant looks like three sacred objects nested inside each other. Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

He raised his wand aloft with his right hand.

The black gauze was flowing out from the tip of the staff.

"Huh~" The man let out a mouthful of hot air.

Turning around, looking at the other side of the mountain, there is an invisible railroad track between the rolling mountains.

That was the only line of communication between Hogwarts and London.

"Xu", time and space were distorted for a while, and the man disappeared on the top of the mountain.

The cold rain instantly swallowed up the space he had covered.

----London----

Dementors are everywhere!

From heaven to earth.

From forest to lake.

Wrapped tightly in the coat of the unknown Muggle that he snatched, Sirius hid in the corner, sticking his head out to look at the dark creatures vigilantly.

There are too many.

Too much.

He frowned.

Azkaban sent so many dementors, isn't it afraid that the group of Death Eaters will escape collectively?

"Whoo~"

He leans against the wall.The rain slid off his shoulders.

Running and running all night long had exhausted his energy.

Now he is hungry and tired.

And on the street, his arrest warrants are posted everywhere, even in the Muggle world!

This made him unable to stop running for a moment.

"Damn it!" Suddenly a dementor seemed to notice him.

Sirius, who had a premonition of the crisis, immediately transformed into an Animagus, got into the fence at the corner of the street and disappeared into the heavy rain.

——Diagon Alley——

On the other side, heavy rain poured down.

Owen and Harry all returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Merlin's beard, she is so pitiful." Ron sighed with emotion, and then started chattering again as if he had never heard about Hermione's suffering: "Firebolt, Malfoy, Owen, you know what I mean. Right!"

"Boring, what's so good about this thing?" Owen didn't like getting on a broomstick very much, which is why Professor Sprout tried his best to invite him to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but he refused.

"The wizard will fly by himself! Besides, the Firebolt was originally designed for the Quidditch match. Do you want to become a professional Quidditch player in the future?"

"Harry has this idea. He is the best Seeker. He will definitely join the club after graduation." Before Ron finished speaking, he was interrupted by Owen raising his hand: "Graduation? What kind of job did you graduate! Didn't kill Voldemort Did you still want to graduate before?"

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What Owen said was like pouring a basin of cold water on Harry and the others.

Due to Dumbledore's intervention in the second grade, none of the three met Voldemort again.

The shadow that the most dangerous Dark Lord of all time left behind in their first year seemed to have dissipated.Without a strong sense of urgency, they have already begun to imagine the future.

"By the way, Ron, where's your mouse?" Owen seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and after asking for a glass of lemon juice from the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, he reached out to ask Ron.

"What are you doing?" Ron stood up warily and retreated behind Harry.

Hold the right pocket tightly with both hands.

"Sirlock has lost his appetite recently, and I think he may need a toothpaste."

"Are you kidding?" Ron asked with a panicked expression.

"Nonsense, bring it quickly! Be careful, I'll beat you!" He clenched his fist tightly, as if he was about to drop a big fist with a sandbag.

"Don't~" No one knows Owen's prestige, and Ron has no choice but to submit to his prestige.

Immediately, he reluctantly took out the sluggish dead mouse from his pocket.

"Hey, young man, sooner or later you will regret it!" Owen smiled treacherously, and said to Ron in an old-fashioned tone.

He was suddenly very curious about what kind of expression Ron would show after seeing Peter Pettigrew.

"Little guy, your lemonade." Old Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, handed Owen a glass of light green, thick lemonade with disgust.

His place is a bar!

If it weren't for Jin Gallon's sake.

Owen took Old Tom and handed over the lemonade. The water surface was cloudy and there were many lemon pulps floating around.

It's not bad to look at, of course - the premise is to swallow it, if you can ignore the dried and yellowed pulp that is full of cups.

"Bring it to you!" After that, he snatched the dead mouse from Ron's hand again.

Then he got up and passed the young wizards, and walked towards Diagon Alley.

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It's raining harder and harder in London.The once busy streets are now deserted.

The merchants even took back the signboards, tables and chairs placed outside the door.

This made the whole street look suddenly empty.

Owen squeezed the dead rat's head.

The mind gradually became active.

Well, the only reason he's kept this gutter bastard alive is because he's not a Gryffindor.Nor was he in the same dormitory as Harry.

No need to squeeze into the same bed with some wretched man every day.

Otherwise, he would have died ten thousand times long ago.

In fact, Owen rarely saw this dead mouse at school.

After all, Ron couldn't just kick a mouse in his arms for everything, especially if they were taking risks.

So this rat, it's locked in the dormitory most of the time.On rare occasions, Ron would take it out for a breather.

It was only at this time that if Irving passed by with his hands in his arms, he would bump into this dead rat.

But well-

Now that he was caught, he had to think about it.What value can be squeezed out of this guy.

It is obviously too cheap for him to eat the big melon at once.

Waste can also be reused.

A bastard who knows Animagus is better than trash~

Owen used his wand to conjure a transparent umbrella.

The glass of lemonade floated behind him.

Hmm - think about it.

This stupid thing stayed with the Weasley family for a good ten years.He was completely destitute, not to mention a gold galleon and probably not even a copper nat.

The only thing Owen could think of was that Peter seemed to know where Voldemort's wand was?

But - what does he want Tom's wand for?

Oh, and he has another use, Owen suddenly remembered.

Be the eyeliner that he stayed with Voldemort.

No, no, no——in just a split second, Owen vetoed his own idea.

With Voldemort's Legilimency, it was impossible for this guy to hide any secrets.

To go is to give away the head.

Hmm - but someone seems to be able to.

It seems that his experiment is still in Azkaban.

I have thought about it.

Owen quickly grabbed the dead rat.

The dead mouse is a little listless!

Knowing that Sirius had escaped from prison, he felt uneasy and lived in fear all day long—hmph, no wonder he was depressed.

Well - in this case, why not wake up now!

Thinking of this, Owen sneered, called for the lemonade glass behind him, and stuffed the mouse straight into it.

"squeak"

The sudden feeling of suffocation made Peter Pettigrew struggle like crazy.

He wanted to jump out of the water, but Owen blocked the mouth of the cup against the wall.

Looking at the rat struggling in the transparent water glass.

Owen suddenly had a sense of fun that he had as a child.

It's like watering an ant's nest with water.

But ants are much more loyal than this mouse, they will always obey their queen.Rather than half-hearted betrayal.

"Hehe—it's so fun!" He smiled cruelly, his wand pressed against the bottom of the cup tightly, and the powerful shapeshifting technique kept controlling the ups and downs of the cup's surface.Even if the mouse wants to return to its original body, it can't.

In "吱吱吱~", the little mouse struggled more and more intensely.

The fragile glass was like a balloon, constantly inflating, and then returning to its original shape under the suppression of his powerful magic.

The heavy rain on the sky is even worse.

The raindrops fell on the ground and made a rapid drumbeat.

This back and forth tugging lasted for dozens of seconds.

As the struggle in the quilt gradually weakened, Owen gradually reduced his magic power.

"Hmph~ Isn't this full of energy?" The evil ghost from Sphinx showed a bright smile, and his gray eyes were full of ferocity.

The whole body exudes a strange beauty from hell.

The muddy water wet the ghost's hair.

A dirty stream ran under his feet.

"Click"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap.

Brighten up this greasy, dirty, endless alley.

The rain glistened, and the walls reflected darkness.

The intertwining of light and shadow, coupled with the drumbeat of rain falling on the ground, and the subtle ferocious laughter, the intricate composition makes this alley seem like a foreground of the gates of hell.

"WhySoSerious?"

The evil ghost stretched his head and whispered at the mouth of the bottle.

The cynical tone seemed to be joking with an old friend.

"hey-hey!"

Evil laughter echoed in the alley.

And the mouse finally exhausted his last ounce of strength, its dirty claws hooked weakly on the wall in front of the cup mouth, and immediately stopped struggling, and gradually turned its belly up in the water.

"Three minutes and 27 seconds. Sure enough, rats are very good at holding their breath!" Irving said with a smile, and then suddenly loosened his left hand holding the cup.

With a sound of "Bang!", it fell to the ground.

In the next second, the mouse quickly grew in size like an inflated balloon.

First the head, then the body, and finally even the limbs changed from beasts to humans.

Owen watched the scene of such a dramatic change of life very carefully.

Until a man with thin hair, many bald spots on the top of his head, dirty body and short limbs appeared.

He has a mouse-like face and a pointy nose, and is missing a finger on his right hand.

"Cough, cough, cough!" A violent cough resounded in the dark street corner.

It has been going on for a long time.

Now Owen is a little impatient.

"If you don't stop, you can die!"

He leaned against the wall holding his wand, and said softly.

The sudden warning made Peter Pettigrew, a naturally cowardly man, subconsciously hold his breath.

His cheeks were flushed from his rapid breathing.