Heavy rain washed over the world, and the lightning dancing in the clouds made the strange clouds look eerie and eerie.
The owl loft was filled with dullness. Even the sound of rain falling was muffled by the strangeness in the room and could not make much noise.
Weasley's rat also bit Goyle.
Malfoy stared at the shivering Scabbers, his gray eyes full of confusion and confusion. He couldn't remember when this happened, but he did look at this skinny skinny guy with dirty hair in bunches. The pinched mice look a bit familiar.
"It was in the first grade, on the Hogwarts train!" Goyle couldn't help but remind him.
The sudden strong and moist wind lifted the hair on Draco's forehead, making his consciousness clear for a while.
"Oh, I remember, that's when!" Malfoy shouted.
It was when he entered the first grade, and everyone was excitedly discussing that Harry Potter was also on this special train. Out of curiosity, he took Goyle and Crabbe to visit Harry Potter's Then he discovered that the malnourished little boy with black hair and green eyes in the box was the one his mother had met when she took him to buy uniforms at Madam Malkin's Robe Store.
At that time, he also planned to make friends with Harry Potter!
Thinking of his 'young and ignorant' self, Malfoy felt a chill and felt ashamed that he had such ridiculous thoughts, but then he laughed happily.
"Aha, it's you!"
A few steps away, Malfoy and the other three came together like three behemoths and surrounded the helpless Spot. Malfoy lit his wand on Spot's head, showing a malicious smile.
"Cowardly friend of Potter, a self-depraved little bastard of the Weasley family, what are you doing--"
Looking at Spot, who was so frightened that his beard was trembling, the depression hidden in his heart since Professor Blaine's practical class was quickly dissipating. Malfoy poked Spot's body with the tip of his stick,
"You ran away from home, right, but why?"
Malfoy knelt down and stared at Scabbers' broken leg with interest, asking questions to himself.
"Are you so poor, little bastard Weasley, that you can't even afford to feed a mouse, so that you have to fend for yourself?"
Crabbe and Goyle burst into laughter, greatly amused by Malfoy.
"Come on, guys!"
Malfoy didn't notice the very human fear in Scabbers's eyes. He stood up suddenly, pushed the two big men back a few steps, and then turned around ten feet away. He pointed his wand at Scabbers, and said, Laughing all the time,
"We gotta have some fun for ourselves!"
Banban pulled hard on the ground, hoping that he could escape and ascend to heaven. However, the strength of a mouse was obviously not enough to shake the heavy wooden frame, and the pain of his broken leg was torturing his nerves.
what to do?
Peter was on the verge of crying, his heart filled with despair.
Before Blake could cross the many obstacles and come to him, several annoying little boys accidentally discovered him, and it seemed that they were not prepared to let him go easily.
Suddenly, Peter felt his injured arm recoil with relief. He was ecstatic, thinking that he had finally escaped from the shackles of the wooden frame. Just as he was about to use his remaining three paws to escape into the shadows, he suddenly felt his body light up. Then, it floated into the air uncontrollably.
Looking at Scabbers, who was struggling with his limbs in a mess, Malfoy's laughter became more joyful.
"Let me see...oh, there you go-"
Malfoy's eyes wandered around excitedly, and when he saw a large pile of gray-green bird droppings under the perch, his gray eyes suddenly burst into light.
"Look how hungry Weasley is, little one!"
As he spoke, Malfoy suddenly waved his wand, and the spots, like insects in amber that were about to solidify, drew a graceful curve in the air and plunged into the fresh bird droppings.
Chirp!
Banban's three limbs were sliding on the ground as he rolled in the dung pile, but now he was just a mouse, unable to resist the power of magic.
"Hey, don't run, little guy!"
As Crabbe and Goyle cheered loudly, Malfoy's green face gradually became ferocious. He used magic to press Scabbers into the guano, controlling its body to roll around, as if It's like giving it a bath.
"Since you can put up with Potter and Weasley, this bird poop is obviously not a problem for you right!"
Malfoy had a ferocious expression, his nose turned up, his eyes were ferocious, and he was determined to torture Scabbers to death before he would give up!
The torture of hunger, the pain of broken limbs, the smell of bird droppings, the dizziness of dizziness--
Everything hit Peter's nerves like a tsunami. Even with his tolerable personality, the anger spread and expanded uncontrollably in his heart until a moment...
A dazzling light suddenly flashed in the dark owl room. Malfoy disconnected the wand and subconsciously covered his eyes. Crabbe and Goyle, who were watching the excitement behind him, also reacted in the same way. Two seconds later, Malfoy, who was caught off guard by the bright light, put down his palm, and when he saw the location where the bright light just appeared, his expression suddenly became inexplicable shock.
That mouse turned into a strange man?
This is a very short man, not much better than Malfoy himself. His lusterless and sparse hair is messy, and there is a large bald patch on the top of his head. This man looks wrinkled, as if a fat man has lost a lot in a short period of time. The flesh and skin were dirty, in fact, 'dirty' was a bit of an understatement - his bare skin was covered in a layer of bird droppings.
"That's enough!"
Peter's sharp voice was like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, and his small green bean-like eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared angrily at the dumbfounded Malfoy.
"Damn it... you three little beasts, I want... I want you to pay the price!"
At that moment, several confusions flashed through Malfoy's mind:
Where did that mouse go? Who is this man? Where did it come from? What the hell did Weasley raise?
But when this ugly man pounced on him, the only word Malfoy shouted was:
"Run!!!"
Malfoy reacted quickly. He almost immediately realized that this strange man was very dangerous. The moment he shouted, he had already turned around and rushed out the door, but what was fatal was that Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him. , and these two stupid guys haven't figured out the situation yet. They are wondering why Draco turned a mouse into an ugly old man, and when did Draco master this beautiful transformation technique?
At the critical moment of escaping, Malfoy was blocked by his two loyal followers, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them's hope of escaping was completely ruined.
A rough but powerful hand like a pair of pliers clamped the back of his neck, suffocating Malfoy immediately. His cheeks were red and his body was unable to twist. The man behind him snatched him away without ceremony. wand.
"Save...um, life..."
Malfoy opened his hands and called for help from Crabbe and Goyle who were panicking close at hand, but the violent explosion that followed made him lose his last hope.
The two big guys were blown away by Peter. Then, Malfoy's body was turned around. He looked at this ugly man who was about the same height as himself. His body was trembling with fear, and even his voice was trembling.
"You...who are you..."
"Lucius Malfoy's son!"
Peter pointed his wand at Malfoy's eyes, and his big yellow teeth grinded against each other, making a crunching sound.
"What kind of revenge should I use to deserve the humiliation I suffered!"
"You can't kill me--"
Because of fear, tears flowed uncontrollably from Malfoy's eyes. With his quick mind, he understood that the man in front of him was an Animagus. Professor McGonagall had taught them this knowledge not long ago.
"Dumbledore...the principal and Professor Blaine are both in the school. You can't escape even if you kill us."
"Haha, little slippery boy, he is indeed the son of Lucius!"
Peter said breathlessly, hesitation flashing in his small green bean-like eyes.
Indeed, this is exactly what he fears, otherwise, these three hateful little guys would have turned into cold corpses.
"Then what do you think I should do, little Mr. Malfoy?"
After thinking briefly, Peter already had an idea, but he still faced Malfoy with his grinning face.
"Since you have seen through my true identity, you should know that I can't let you go!"
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