Harry wasn't sure that the rat was still Ron's pet in this world. To be honest, his idea of 'revenge' was not that strong at first. At least he didn't mean it until Voldemort revealed everything. to find this mouse.
Ron would not carry this 'pet' around. After all, a plump, gray-haired house mouse without any sparkle is not something to show off. Children of this age are very proud of themselves. , a mouse will only make him lose face, not give him gold.
During the limited meetings with Ron, Harry did not see the existence of this mouse.
"Do you think Peter Pettigrew is not dead?" Dumbledore frowned slightly. In his impression, Peter Pettigrew should have been killed by Black. Before Voldemort told the truth, he also thought it was Sirius. Black is the secret keeper and betrayer. James did not tell anyone else about changing the secret keeper, which was done very secretly.
"Blake blew up a street, shattering Peter Pettigrew, and only a severed finger was found at the scene."
"Isn't that suspicious enough?"
Stereotypes kill people, not to mention that Dumbledore didn't pay much attention to this matter at the time. Sirius, who was identified as the mastermind, was quickly imprisoned in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic, and the case was hastily closed without even a formal trial. Watching The matter had been settled, and Dumbledore subconsciously ignored the matter and did not delve into it further.
"Professor Grindelwald, I wonder if you can predict his location?"
In fact, asking Dumbledore to do this is more about Harry wanting Grindelwald to help. Grindelwald was Sauron before, and he could predict Voldemort's location, so it shouldn't be difficult to predict Peter Pettigrew.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it."
Grindelwald shook his head, "I am indeed a prophet, even the best prophet in this era, but fate, it will not accept assignments."
"The prophecies I can see are more about things that are related to me. For example, Muggles invented the nuclear bomb. This invention changed my stereotype of Muggles, or things related to people close to me. .”
"I can give you a prophecy because I recognize you, and Al plays a role in it. I said at the beginning that I could predict Voldemort's location, but I also said a premise at that time. If the person who wants to deal with Voldemort is... Me, after establishing a certain causal relationship with me, he was included in the list of objects I predicted."
"Being favored by the God of Destiny, I have gained the power to glimpse destiny, but the God of Destiny does not sleep beside my bed, and I cannot whisper to it."
"What about Trelawney?"
"I have to admit that the half-hearted prophet is indeed a bit special, but the prediction of Voldemort at that time also had something to do with her. Voldemort influenced most people in England, and Trelawney was intimidated by him. One of them.”
"Cassandra Trelawney, the prophet known as the legendary prophet, is favored more than me. According to legend, she can appoint someone to make a prophecy for him every month. I can't do it. To her extent, Sybill Trelawney may indeed have inherited a hint of Cassandra Trelawney's talent."
Although he claims to be the most powerful prophet of this era, Grindelwald is not blindly arrogant. He is just stating the facts and telling the truth.
"is that so?"
Harry was a little disappointed, but this was understandable. The prophet's prophecy was originally a cheating device outside the specifications. If there were no restrictions on its use, it would be terrible, especially when this cheating device fell into the In the hands of Grindelwald, if he was really like Cassandra Trelawney, half of Europe and half of North America would have been completely unified by him.
Harry's eyes turned to Dumbledore, "Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me the Gryffindor password?"
"What do you have in mind?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that there was something in Harry's words. He seemed to have caught some clue, but he couldn't.
"Ron Weasley, Professor Grindelwald told me that he might have been guided by the Confusion Curse and finally caught the scapegoat."
"My gut tells me there's something fishy here."
"After Voldemort came to Hogwarts, he actually still had a chess piece available and asked him to manipulate Percy Weasley. Although the scapegoat's chess piece was an idiot and did a completely stupid thing, Voldemort's tentacles had already been extended. In Hogwarts, this is an indisputable fact, right?"
"And is it possible that the guy who did all this for Voldemort is still at Hogwarts?"
"student?"
"Not necessarily. Peter Pettigrew is an Animagus, a mouse that doesn't attract attention."
"Four-legged toads are everywhere, and four-fingered mice are not so common, especially mice with missing index fingers."
"No one would notice that a rat sneaked into Hogwarts, right?"
Dumbledore did not have the password of Gryffindor. He had been teaching Transfiguration at Durmstrang. Before Professor McGonagall, he was the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. Dumbledore, who was far away, naturally I don't know what Gryffindor's password has become now.
They left the underground chamber, and Fox's flame teleportation sent them to the door of Professor McGonagall's room.
"Who?"
A confused voice came from behind the door, and Professor McGonagall, wearing pajamas, opened the door.
"Albus? Why did you come back suddenly?"
Professor McGonagall, with a hint of surprise on her face, asked doubtfully. Dumbledore had told her before that he would come back for the end-of-school-year dinner in a week. It was too early and too late now.
"To deal with some emergencies."
"You mean Potter?"
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly. In her heart, Harry was a good student who was very studious and diligent. It was a pity that he was not sorted into Gryffindor.
"There are some, but can you tell me the Gryffindor password?"
"Okay, the password is gryphon, do you want me to go with you?"
"No need Minerva, it's just a small matter. I hope it won't disturb the children's rest. They have exams tomorrow."
"In that case." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded slightly.
The industrious Fox sent them to the entrance of the Gryffindor lounge. The fat lady in the portrait had closed her eyes and dozed off. Her snoring was as torturous as her high-pitched voice. She didn't know what she was thinking. The portrait actually needs to sleep and also snores.
The fat lady was in a particularly bad mood when she was disturbed. But when she saw it was Dumbledore, she was a little unhappy, but she still opened the door. The principal had to give the password when entering the lounge. This is the rule. It has always been the rule. .
It's already twelve o'clock. In order to cope with tomorrow's exam, the little wizards have gone back to bed to recharge their batteries. There are some improvisational moments, but Gryffindor, who has always been strong-willed, always has enough courage to do it. Faced with the bleak truth, overtime is out of the question unless they want to stay up all night playing crackle blast cards.
There was a small copper sign in front of the door of the dormitory, which listed the people living in each dormitory. Not long after, they found the dormitory where Ron was located. Dumbledore held his wand and pulled the trigger. His voice was inaudible, and the perfect silent spell made every spell he cast leave no trace.
The door was opened silently, and the familiar snoring sound entered their ears. On the four-poster bed, the red curtain covered the four sleeping figures.
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Fourth update! I have already posted 10,115 words. How about the fifth update tomorrow? Tomorrow is also a day when I don’t have to go to work. 3+1 is even better.
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