Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

After a long time, she finally came to Dumbledore's office again.

Through the map, she understood that Dumbledore was currently running around in circles in his office without any meaning. He always liked that.

After she guessed several passwords without success, his familiar voice finally came from inside: "Earthworms are digging into the mound! Come in!"

Dumbledore was a loving teacher who cared deeply about his students. He is the principal of this school, and he also rushes to the front line as the guardian of the magical world when some "troubling little things" happen to Clooney.

He has a kind, proud but neurotic phoenix. It seems that it doesn't remember them after Nirvana, but this does not prevent it from hanging out with Black Cat.

Clowney went up the spiral staircase to the principal's office with Mr. Black.

Hogsmeade's new candy was slithering into the sugar bowl on his desk. Like a pile of cockroaches, the earthworm candy is also made to look like a living earthworm, and after being magically attached, it looks like a wriggling mass of flesh.

That was not what Mr. Black paid attention to. As soon as his eyes came into contact with Fox, he subconsciously stood up on his back and stood on tiptoes, ready to jump in front of Fox.

"We have business today!" Clooney pressed his wand on Mr. Black's head, who was about to start parkour, and then looked at Dumbledore, who was already sitting on his seat.

They haven't had much contact recently, especially since school started. It made her feel as if they were not as close as before.

And on campus - it was rare for her to meet him.

"What do you want from me today? Clooney?" The old man looked at her softly with eyes as tolerant as the sea behind his lenses, and his tone was very soothing. There was no hint that he had been pacing anxiously just a few minutes ago.

"I'm just a little curious." Clooney said what he had planned out very quickly, without any pause, "Is Black really trying to kill Harry?"

"Why do you ask that?" Dumbledore lowered his head, as if he was surprised as to why she asked such a question.

Clooney couldn't tell Dumbledore how poor the school's security was. At least Black still broke into the school under layers of guards.

He should also have many methods. As a vicious gangster, is it difficult to cast the Disguise Charm? If there is no way to avoid being tracked by professors - wouldn't it be a simple matter to find a student among the crowd?

"I just saw the newspaper - about Peter Pettigrew." Clooney pursed her lips, which showed that she was a little embarrassed about what she was going to say and didn't know whether she should say it or not. "The newspaper said that he was killed by the bomb without any body parts?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "that's a sure thing."

"Although it's presumptuous to ask this." Clooney plucked up the courage, "Have we ever said, 'We must never hide things from each other when it comes to Voldemort'? Even if you think I'm just a child?"

"We seem to have said this." Dumbledore replied, looking forward to her next words.

"Then I would like to ask, have you thought about the fact that Peter Pettigrew is still alive? Do I know that this matter will affect your future work?"

"Peter Pettigrew is still alive?" Dumbledore's expression seemed to indicate that the news came very suddenly and very strangely. "Why did you say that suddenly, Claudio?"

"We explored the inner magic circle of the castle." Crowney said, "There is a quill in the school that can record the birth and enrollment of little wizards."

"Is such that."

"And the formation within the school connects all places, so that every place can be protected by the formation."

"Indeed."

"So - when I was connecting to the quill, I found someone moving in the castle. The name was very familiar."

"Is it Peter Pettigrew?" Dumbledore asked. "Is it his soul?"

"It's a rat, sir," said Crowney. "You don't seem to know anything about it?"

Dumbledore stood up, but his tone was still very calm: "Are you sure, Clowney?"

"Is he one of your men? Sent to Harry's side to protect him?"

"I never intended to do this." Dumbledore said expressionlessly, but he couldn't easily conclude it was just a student's inference.

"I didn't tell anyone." Clowney picked up Black. "Mr. Black was the first to notice that something was wrong with him."

"Black?" Dumbledore lowered his glasses and looked at the huge black cat from the perspective of the lenses. He knew that this cat had the blood of a cat, although it wasn't much.

"Strange, really strange." Dumbledore seemed to be asking her, and also seemed to be asking himself, "What would make a hero hide? Possessed by a mouse?"

"Maybe it's not the soul." Crowney asked, "Shouldn't soul possession be quite evil magic?"

"That's true." Dumbledore grabbed her shoulders with both hands, "What do you think?"

"It's the Animagus, professor." Crowney said firmly, "It's hard for me to think of anything else."

"Your kitten told you." Dumbledore said with a very sure tone, as if he already knew that it was really the Black cat who told him.

"I'm not sure what they feel is real, sir."

"Animals have their own unique way of knowing."

"Can they really tell if an animal is a human being or if it's really an animal?"

"Don't underestimate magical animals, Clooney. Animals are very good. Especially some strange species." Dumbledore said. "They can distinguish good from evil better than humans."

"You seem to agree very much with Mr. Black."

"There is no other way."

Clooney took out a floor plan of the school from his arms. The image was not very detailed and there were no other people's names on it. Dumbledore could only vaguely see a name drawn in red ink: Peter Pettigrew.

He is currently parked in Gryffindor's dormitory, the boys' dormitory.

"This is really strange, isn't it?" Claudine said slowly, "I read the newspaper, and it said that his mother cried bitterly because of his death. How could anyone bear the humiliation like this if you didn't arrange it? Just to be around someone who's not Harry Potter. It's so weird."

"This mouse, I mean Peter Pettigrew. He used to be Bosie's mouse. I used to wonder why a mouse has such a long lifespan. For a while, I wanted to take him to study, thinking that he It is related to some other magical animal that is not reproductively isolated from ordinary rats - otherwise it would not have lived as long as it did."

"If it's just that," Dumbledore's tone was very slow, as if he was thinking about something, "Actually, I feel strange too."