The Son of Light of the Snake House

Lupine didn't really understand his logic, but that didn't stop him from hesitating to follow suit.

He took out an ordinary blank parchment from his robe, and tapped it twice with his wand: "I solemnly swear that I will do no good."

Black showed a mixed expression of nostalgia and pain, especially when he saw the special signature on it, which undoubtedly opened his wounds.

This map was lying on the table, and everyone looked at the wriggling letters on it silently.

...............

Before Harry went to bed, he received a letter from a beautiful gray owl.

He opened the letter to read, and his friend's beautiful font gradually appeared on it:

"Harry, thank you for your help! I have given the Ravenclaw crown to Headmaster Dumbledore, he is the greatest White Mage, isn't he?

By the way, if you see Molly, can you catch it for me?It's been missing lately, and I suspect she's hunting some creatures.

—Your dear, Daniel. "

Harry closed the letter and kept it safe—he had no friends before, so he attached great importance to these letters that symbolized friends—and then he began to think, what is... "hunting"?

Daniel is not reading some strange books again recently, is he?Harry scratched his head, thinking about it casually.

The game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was two days away, and he planned to go to bed early, but tonight Harry had a bit of insomnia.

He always seemed to hear a rustling sound lingering, interspersed with the snoring of his roommate, which was particularly inconspicuous, but since Harry noticed this sound, he couldn't let it go at all.

"..."

Gritting his teeth, Harry rolled over and pulled up the quilt, covering his ears with it.He doesn't want to open his eyes just yet, which means he won't be able to sleep at all.

He closed his eyes tightly, forcing his upper and lower eyelids to stick together tightly.Harry used so much force that it even made black and white dots appear in his pitch-black vision.

But the rustling was still there, louder, and something touched Harry's shoulder.

Harry didn't dare to move. He quietly opened his eyes a little, but found that there was no one in front of him, but his arm actually felt light and heavy pressure, even a tingling pain.

Harry trembled nervously, could it be Sirius? ?he thought in horror.Couldn't Sirius be sitting right behind him, gesturing at his neck with a knife? ?

No, Harry, you have to calm down - first dodge, then turn around and kill him!

Thinking of this, Harry turned over without saying a word, and the moment he felt the touch on his body disappear, he stretched out his hand and wanted to strangle Sirius by the throat...

"...Jasmine?" Harry looked stupidly at the cat on his bed who was lying on all fours.

He was a little embarrassed--witted himself against the air, but fortunately, at least no one else (including Ron, who was closest to him) showed signs of waking up.This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

If you look carefully, you can still hear Jasmine's snoring suppressed in her throat, as well as her furry paws constantly stepping on the milk.

Harry remembered Daniel's letter, so he reached out to get Jasmine, ready to put it away and bring it to Daniel tomorrow, but Jasmine stretched into a catworm in his hands.

Harry:?

Before Harry could tear Molly off her quilt, Molly suddenly jumped and ran away.Harry hesitated for a moment, grabbed the Invisibility Cloak beside him, and hurriedly followed.

He didn't know why he followed Jasmine, maybe it was because he couldn't sleep, or maybe it was curiosity that drove him to do so.

He followed the light-footed cat down the spiral staircase outside the dormitory, slipped out of the gate guarded by Sir Cadogan, walked through the long corridor, passed one painting after another, and finally stopped in front of a door.

Mrs. Norris seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. Seeing them approaching, it left without a sound, leaving only a small black shadow lying on the floor.

Harry took a closer look and saw that it was Scabbers.

"...Jasmine! How could you do that!" Harry said nervously, "You know that Ron likes Scabbers! You are too bad!"

He poked Jasmine's round head with his finger, and was pulled aside impatiently by it, so he changed his method and picked up the poor mouse's tail.

"His body doesn't look too stiff, which means that the time of death is very short." Harry couldn't help but think of the lines in the detective movie that he borrowed Daniel's computer to see during the holidays.

Probably because the corridor was a bit dark, Harry stood up and observed Scabbers' body carefully by the candlelight... Fortunately, this poor disabled mouse seemed to be very tenacious, and he could still vaguely see its body. The beard is shaking.

It's good not to die.

Harry was heartbroken by the love-hate relationship between his pets.Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the door in front of him suddenly opened, revealing the soft inside—and several people.

...............

The wooden door suddenly opened by itself, and the scene outside has not changed from usual. The only puzzling thing is why there is a half-dead mouse floating in mid-air.

As soon as Harry looked up, he saw the super-luxury lineup on the opposite side. He was so frightened that he froze, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Fortunately, I have an invisibility cloak... No!Scabbers is still in my hands!

Harry wore glasses, so he could clearly see the expressionless Professor Dumbledore, the sarcastic Professor Snape (when did he have other expressions?), and the dazed Professor McGonagall, looking silly Xixi Professor Lupin, and a man who was so thin that he was as thin as a bone.

Harry: If I leave Scabbers and turn around and run now, what are the chances of being caught?

But before he could act, Professor Lupine said, "...It's Harry...Since you brought Peter Pettigrew, the matter will be much clearer."

He forced a smile at Harry, looking really unhealthy.

The man who was thin as a skeleton rushed forward with a cry, his voice was full of hatred and pain: "Peter Pettigrew!!!"

The author has something to say:

Harry must listen to his father's affairs. Although the Black people are more so-and-so, being a tool man's father is still pretty good. At least Harry can't be bullied at the Dursleys' house again, right?

I'm really tired and exhausted after school starts... My back hurts 555