Chapter 120 Peter, Are You Looking for Death?

Gryffindor table,

Ron was describing last night's events vividly to a group of students.

This was the only way Ron could get a lot of attention, so whenever anyone asked, he was happy to tell them what was going on, with lots of "details."

Ron coughed, slammed the table, and pretended to say:

"That dark wizard didn't care about anything, but he came up with a spell, and Dean had to use the iron basin to block each one. The shock made his hands bleed!

Dean turned around and ran away. When the dark wizard came up, he stretched out his hand and threw it to the ceiling, catching his feet with both hands, Katcha! What a cruel dark wizard!

"Dean was torn in half?" Lavender Brown said with a look of horror.

"Just a little bit..." Ron took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and continued:

"Fortunately, I got up to go to the toilet at that time, and happened to witness this scene. I said it was too late, but it was so quick... I just shoveled..."

Ron imitated Lockhart's performance in class and also performed a funny act, but unfortunately no one laughed at his carefully prepared baggage.

He looked up strangely and saw that the attention of several audience members was drawn away by Luo Fe.

The young man came from the Hufflepuff table, and the group of female students were looking at him. Even Ron's most loyal listener, Lavender, stared at Rove with a look of infatuation.

Rolf ignored everyone's gaze and walked straight towards Ron. He asked softly: "Ron, where is your mouse Scabbers."

"Scabbers?" Ron asked with a confused look on his face: "It's in my pocket, what's wrong?"

"Ron, there has been a plague recently." Rolf said with a serious face: "I saw something was wrong with the color of Scabbers' coat the other day. Let me check it for you, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

"Rat...plague?"

Ron's face suddenly turned pale, and the audience immediately stayed away from him.

Others' words may be false, but everyone knows that Luo Fe is a doctor and is very skilled in treating animals and gynecological diseases!

As for everyone being so nervous... I can't help it, the plague is too famous.

Of course, it also has a more famous name..."Black Death".

The Black Death once swept through Europe in the Middle Ages, killing 30% to 60% of the population. Even in modern times, everyone still talks about it with disgrace.

At this moment, Ron was shaking all over and his scalp was numb. He shakily took out the fat, lazy, bald mouse from his pocket and quickly handed it to Rove.

I don't know if it was because he was too scared or was stimulated by something, but Banban suddenly struggled. He bit Ron's arm hard, fell to the ground, and fled away.

Huh, want to run?

Luofu snapped his fingers, and saw a salamander wrapped in flames leap out from the young man's shoulder. It chased Banban, and suddenly sprayed out a ball of flame, blocking the mouse's path.

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Luofu raised his wrist, and a vine rose up like a small snake, wrapping around Banban and pulling it back.

Luofu grabbed the fat mouse with one hand. He smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold, and he said slowly:

"Ron, I will help you treat Scabbers...for free."

"Then do I need to take medicine?" Ron asked quickly. He suddenly felt that his throat was dry and a little sore... he must have contracted the plague.

"No need for now, don't worry." Luo Fe patted his shoulder and said:

"Leave Banban to me, don't worry."

Luofu turned around and left the auditorium impatiently.

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Inside the black leather box,

The young man squatted on the ground, rummaged through the cabinet, and soon found a chain as thick as an arm, a whip made of fire dragon skin, and a whale oil candle.

Luo Fei weighed it and found that he had never used any of these gadgets before, so he was ready to take them out and try them out.

Shirley and Hermione came to the table to observe the fat mouse that Rolf had just brought back.

It was like a headless fly, constantly hitting the iron cage, making crackling sounds, and the movement was so big that a deep blood mark appeared on its forehead.

"Rolf, you mean..." Hermione said in disbelief: "It was the murderer behind the attack with the diary?"

"That's right." Luofu nodded slightly: "That's it!"

A mouse... The girl thought that Rolf was crazy.

Shirley believed in Rolf's judgment, but it was obviously impossible for a mouse to do those things, unless...

The girl with the ponytail seemed to remember something. She widened her eyes and said in surprise: "It can't be an Animagus, right?"

"The answer is correct, ten points for Ravenclaw!" Rolf snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "He is indeed an Animagus, but it is illegal and has not been registered."

"How did you know?" Hermione asked curiously.

"The lifespan of a mouse is generally only two to three years, but this mouse has lived in Wes Lai's house for eleven years. It has an abnormal lifespan... I felt strange for a long time."

Luofu had already prepared his words, and he explained softly:

"Today I went to check the bathroom where Mrs. Pince was attacked. The only exit was the toilet. Only a mouse-sized creature could be allowed to pass through there...I suddenly thought of Scabbers."

"But even so, there's no way to direct it toward illegal Animagus, right?"

"In the hands of George and Fred, there is also a magical map that can show people's names." Rove walked towards the cage and smiled:

"I noticed something was wrong with this mouse, so I took a look at the map. It actually showed the name of a wizard who should have died long ago."

"who?"

Luofu opened the cage and the mouse jumped into the ground. He pointed his wand at the mouse and said: "The true form is revealed!"

Banban began to deform, and his little black body twisted wildly. Soon a head appeared and limbs stretched out. After a while, a man stood where Banban was, wringing his hands in fear.

This man was very short, with thin, pale hair that was disheveled, and a large bald patch on the top of his head, which was covered in blood stains.

"Am I right?" Rolf said happily: "Peter Pettigrew?" "

"Who? Peter Pettigrew?" The bald man swallowed and stammered:

"Kid, what are you talking about... Peter died eleven years ago. He was blown to pieces by Black, and was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin by the Ministry of Magic... How could I be him?"

"So I got the wrong person?" Luo Fu snorted contemptuously:

"Professor Snape is at Hogwarts. Were you two classmates back then? Do you want me to ask him to recognize our old friends and hold a... class reunion for you?"

I think he would be interested in why you're not dead. "

"Don't... child... I admit that I am Peter Pettigrew." Peter panted, with large beads of sweat breaking out on his pale face.

"To tell you the truth... I hid to avoid being chased by Death Eaters... I am a hero... You don't understand what happened back then..."

"Heroes don't enjoy the treatment of heroes, but they stay anonymous for eleven years and hide in other people's houses as mice?" Luo Fu sneered:

"Harry can live an honest life. Do the Death Eaters hate you more than they hate him?"

"This..." Peter was speechless for a moment, scratching his head and head, his eyes quickly looked towards the door and said:

"To tell you the truth... I am actually performing a secret mission... The Dark Lord is not dead, I must hide... This is Dumbledore's order!"

Rolf lowered his voice and said with a smile: "The principal is not in Hogwarts right now. You can say whatever you want."

Peter suddenly rushed towards Shirley, as if trying to wrest the wand from her hand.

But with a tap of his fingers, a ball of water on the edge of the lake turned into a water rope, entangled Peter, and violently threw him out.

Peter fell into the lake and was kicked back to the ground by the horse-shaped water monster at the bottom of the lake, turning into a drowned rat.

Pettigrew sat on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood. The kick just now broke his ribs.

Rolf walked over. He bent down and looked at Peter. He grabbed Peter's neck with one hand and lifted it up slightly. His eyes were cold and he said:

"Are you looking for death?!"

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(It’s a little late, it’s morning before noon (dog head))