[HP] My lovely little prince

Anna and Harry looked at each other, and Harry's eyes were full of pleading: "Anna, you can't do this, if you go and talk to the professor, the professor will definitely take this map away, please, give it back me."

Harry was about to cry, he couldn't even imagine what kind of punishment he would face after this map was confiscated.

"Don't worry, I won't give the map to the professor, I just need to refer to it, I promise you."

Anna sighed and decided to take a step back, otherwise Harry would definitely not have agreed with her to take the map today.

Harry didn't believe it, and still looked at Anna pitifully.

Anna and Harry looked at each other, and finally handed over the map helplessly: "Okay, okay, I will return the map to you, but you have to promise that you can't use the map to sneak out of the castle to play, it's very dangerous, okay! I Seriously, if you let me know that you sneaked out to play again, I will definitely tell the professor!"

Harry finally felt relieved when he saw the map in his hand, but Anna's request still made Harry feel sad.

"Okay, okay, I swear, I won't sneak out to play."

The two temporarily reached an agreement, Harry went to Ron, and Anna went to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall's office is not far from the Gryffindor Tower, after all, Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor.

The time was almost approaching the curfew, so Anna ran extra fast.

Boom boom boom!

"Professor McGonagall, excuse me, I'm Anna Marceau, I need to ask you something."

Panting, Anna ran to the door of Professor McGonagall's office, sorted out her messy clothes, and knocked on the door politely.

Soon Professor McGonagall opened the door.

"Come in, Miss Marceau."

Professor McGonagall was a bit serious. Even when it was close to the curfew, he was still wearing a dark green wizard robe, but he didn't wear a wizard hat on his head, but simply wore a bun. His silver hair looked very beautiful under the light of the candlelight. Gently, Professor McGonagall led Anna into the office.

"Milk, or tea? Or some hot cocoa?" asked Professor McGonagall.

Anna nodded: "The milk will be fine, thank you."

Professor McGonagall sat behind the desk, stretched out his wand without making a sound, two tea cups appeared on the table, and a glass of milk was in front of Anna's chair.

Anna sat on the chair and took a sip of milk to breathe slowly.

Professor McGonagall straightened his back while grading papers while waiting for Anna to speak.

Anna looked at Professor McGonagall and hesitated, but after thinking about it, it was of great importance, so she decided to ask: "Professor McGonagall, you are the vice-principal, I would like to ask you, you know the whole Hogwarts Here, is there a student named Peter Pedirou?"

Professor McGonagall stopped the quill, looked up at Anna, and confirmed that she was not doing any strange pranks: "Except for that Peter Pedilu from more than ten years ago, I think in recent years, Hogwarts There is no second Peter Pedirou."

Anna nodded: "Professor McGonagall like this, I have a magic item that can show wizards in a place, showing their movement trajectories, or something like that, but in this item, there is a person who does not exist .Do you think that the items are wrong, or that there is some magic confusion?"

Professor McGonagall solemnly put down the quill: "So, the name of Peter Pediru appeared on your magic item?"

Anna was a little nervous, holding the milk in the teacup and stopped drinking, not daring to look up at Professor McGonagall.

"I think you need to show me your magic item, Miss Marceau."

When Anna heard this, she didn't dare to look up.

Professor McGonagall seemed to understand Anna's worries: "If it's not the spells on your magic items that are wrong, then I'm afraid there is something confusing. No matter what, the disordered magic will be given to you. Dangerous. I want you to worry more about your own life than about a magic toy."

Anna thought for a while, and felt that Professor McGonagall was right: "Professor, I understand your concern, but this thing is not mine. I promised its owner that it would not be confiscated. I am sorry, Professor. I will try my best to convince him, Let him make his own choice."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "I sincerely hope that you can make the right choice."

Anna nodded obediently: "The other is such a professor, I would like to ask, can a pet mouse in the magic world live for more than ten years?"

Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled: "Some breeds are fine, it depends on the specific breed."

Anna thought about Scabbers for a while, and felt that this mouse was too ordinary: "It's the kind that is very ordinary, and looks no different from the mice in the Muggle world."

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly: "No, Miss Marceau, the lifespan of this kind of house mouse is about three years. If it is properly raised, it can be up to five years. I have never heard of a mouse that is more than ten years old."

Anna was a little nervous when she heard this: "Have you never heard of it?"

Regarding Anna's doubts, Professor McGonagall nodded calmly: "Yes, Miss Marceau. But about the magical beasts, I think you can ask Professor Lupine, maybe he knows some mutant mice that can survive for more than ten years news."

Anna got up immediately after hearing the words: "Thank you, Professor McGonagall, I will go to Professor Lupine to ask."

Professor McGonagall got up and sent Anna out: "Pay attention to the time, Miss Marceau, curfew is coming soon."

Anna nodded, and ran very fast. Thanks to the stairs today, Anna didn't encounter any random stairs along the way, and ran to Professor Lupin's office smoothly.

"I've always believed in your Remus"

At Professor Lupine's door, Anna seemed to vaguely hear Principal Dumbledore's voice.

Anna took a few breaths calmly, then raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Professor Lupine, excuse me, I am Anna Marceau from Gryffindor, and I have something to ask you."

The wooden door opened quickly, and Anna saw Principal Dumbledore behind Professor Lupine at a glance.

"Sorry Professor, if it's not convenient for you, can I come to you tomorrow?"

Anna smiled apologetically.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "It's okay my child, I'm leaving, so let's talk about Remus when you have time."

Anna was a bit tangled, but thinking of Dumbledore's great reputation, she still asked to stay: "I'm sorry, principal, or can you stay for a while? Maybe I can ask you about something?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face remained unchanged: "Of course, of course my children, as the headmaster, I am willing to help you answer any doubts."

Lupine brought Anna in: "Milk? Or tea, or hot cocoa?"

The corner of Anna's mouth twitched twice: "Thank you, Professor, I don't need anything anymore."

Professor Lupine's office is next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The small office is filled with various things, books, and some miscellaneous "textbooks". The wardrobe in the corner keeps making clashing sounds.

"I think we should go to the classroom and have a chat, this place is really hard to move around." Headmaster Dumbledore suggested.

Professor Lupine nodded, followed by Anna, and the three of them moved to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"That's right, I would like to ask, have the professors heard of a mutant mouse similar to the house mouse that can live for more than ten years? It's about 13 years old."

Anna looked at the two nervously and asked.

Lupine and Dumbledore looked at each other, both a little dazed.

"I don't think so, Miss Marceau, we haven't heard of it."

Professor Dumbledore raised his hand to help his glasses and then spoke.

Anna's face suddenly turned a little pale, and she felt a little scared: "I'm sorry, Professor, maybe I'm offended by saying this, but is it possible that you haven't heard of such a mouse?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, Miss Marceau, we must admit that all miracles in the wizarding world are possible. Maybe we haven't found a way to make this kind of miracle happen yet. But we haven't found it, and Doesn’t mean there won’t be any, does it?”

Anna's face brightened a little: "You're right, principal, maybe Ron's mouse is special."

Lupine was a little dazed when he heard Ron's name: "Ron? You mean Ron Weasley?"

Anna nodded: "Yes, to tell you the truth, Ron has a mouse named Banban. It is said that he has kept it for more than ten years. However, it is a pity that Banban was eaten by Crookshanks tonight."

Dumbledore frowned: "Oh, that's a pity, it seems that we have lost a chance to witness a miracle."

Anna was a little embarrassed: "Except for his long life span, Banban doesn't seem to be a miracle. He looks very ordinary. If I didn't find out today that he lived to be 13 years old, I would never believe that he has any miracles." Yes, he's hardly any different from a normal mouse except for a broken little finger. Throw it in the pile of mice and I can't even tell which is Scabbers."

Lupine seemed a little shocked as if he had thought of something, his expression was flustered, and after a while he was very serious: "Wait a minute, what are you talking about, that mouse is missing a finger? Which one?"

Anna was startled by Lupine's serious expression: "I... I don't know, I haven't noticed, it seems to be the right front paw, and it seems to be the left, sorry professor."

Lupine was a little disappointed, and Anna thought about it for a while and comforted her: "I think Ron must know the professor, after all, it is Ron's mouse, and Ron has been staying with it all the time."

Anna's words made Lupine seem to rekindle hope.

"Harry and Ron were still in the owl shed. I don't know now. They may have gone back to the dormitory, or they may still be there."

Anna thought for a while, then spoke again.

Professor Dumbledore seemed a little dazed: "What's the matter, Remus?"

Lupine looked at the dazed Anna and Dumbledore, trying to explain something, but still sighed: "I'm not sure, Albus, I need to make sure. I hope it's a coincidence."

Several people rushed to the owl shed again, and when they arrived, Harry and Ron were still there. Ron was crying on the stairs. Harry tried to comfort him, but he couldn't speak because of his clumsy tongue. , could only reach out and pat Ron on the back.