Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Peter Pettigrew can't be crazy. He must be plotting something!

They've always wanted to catch Peter, but given the current situation...

Evan woke up violently, Peter wasn't trying to catch Blake, was he? Dumbledore wasn't in Hogwarts tonight, but Snape was, and Peter knew Snape hated Blake, and he was going to take advantage of that.

Just tell Snape that Blake is going to sneak into the castle tonight, and Peter Pettigrew won't have to do it himself, and Snape will help him catch Blake. Eznape's hatred of Blake, once captured, will probably be given to the Dementors outside the castle in the first place, rather than to magic for trial.

As long as Blake is eliminated, no one knows Peter the dwarf is still alive; no one can even prove that he betrayed Harry's parents back then and that he could appear before the public. Then he can tell everyone that he has been humiliating himself for twelve years and, as a rat, has been silently protecting himself from Sirius Black...

Evan's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat. It was horrible!

This is absolutely a plot planned by Peter Pettigrew, and since Professor Lupin's werewolf identity was discovered last night, the plot has begun.

Peter Pettigrew will lure Blake into town tonight, even if he doesn't have his own plan!

Wait, Ivan forced himself to calm down.

Little dwarf Peter is theoretically unlikely to know exactly when Blake is coming, and even if he handed the password over to each other through Crook Hill, Blake is not necessarily acting as he thinks he is, much less likely to keep Snape in the Gryffindor Public Lounge.

This is too unrealistic unless, at any time, he is able to keep track of Sirius Black.

There are many ways to do this, but for Peter Pettigrew, the only practical way to do this is...

“Live Map! ”

Evan suddenly finds himself ignoring this magic item that reveals the location of everyone in the castle.

When Professor Lupin confiscated the living map yesterday, Ron was there, and Peter must have known that the living map was there, so he took control of Ron to Professor Lupin's office last night, and he must have been looking for the map.

“Ron?!” Harry called.

The three of them stood in the doorway of the bedroom, dim inside, and through the faint light outside the window, Ivan saw Ron lying on his four-poster bed with his back to them, seemingly asleep, and the curtains around the bed were set aside.

He can feel Peter the dwarf hiding in Ron's top pocket. Maybe he hasn't had a chance to get a live map. He doesn't have time at all. He can't look for that map in front of the whole school. The live map must still be in Professor Lupin's office!

Ivan hurriedly turned around and as long as he passed by now and found a live map before Peter Pettigrew, there would be no accidents tonight.

“Ivan, what are you doing?” Hermione said in panic.

“I went to Professor Lupin's office to find that living map!” Ivan whispered.

“I'll go with you too...”

“No, you and Harry stay here. Watch Ron!” Ivan looks at Hermione and says, “Remember, before I come back, be careful! ”

“I know, you too!” Hermione hesitated for a moment and quickly walked forward to hug Ivan.

Ivan held Hermione tightly, carrying the girl's temperature in his arms, and he ran out of the public lounge, rushing to Professor Lupin's office as quickly as he could. He went down the spiral staircase quickly, and all he could think about was the map of the living spot.

At the corner of the fourth floor, he and Professor Trelawny hit each other hard.

Professor Trelawny, as if she had just returned from the kitchen, smelled sherry all over her body with two bottles in her hand, and he was hit by Ivan.

“Careful, look where you're going! ”

“I'm sorry, Professor!” Ivan hurried her up.

“It's you, my dear child!” Professor Trelawny grabbed Ivan's arm tightly and she suddenly approached him, looking at him with those big, watery eyes, whispering with a blurred voice, "Honey, I find the signs on you are getting clearer and clearer...”

“Thank you, Professor! I'll be careful.” Evan broke free of each other, and her strong alcohol smell made him uncomfortable.

“No, you don't understand!” Professor Trelawny muttered, "Disaster, misfortune, getting closer...”

It seemed that in keeping with her sentence, a cold wind blew through, the candle jumped not far away, and the wind blew it out!

Alvin could only see the blurred figure in the darker corridor.

“Death, darling!” Professor Trelawny's voice was whispering, intermittent, haunted, "it came, getting closer, it circled over a vulture's head, getting lower and lower, just above the castle! ”

Ivan didn't speak, he looked around anxiously, and he didn't want anyone else to see this embarrassing scene.

Fortunately, there are only two of them in the corridor.

Professor Trelawny has not stopped, listening to what she has to say, someone will die recently in the castle.

This is definitely not good news, would Sirius Black, or...

Of course, in Ivan's view, the other party is more likely to talk randomly.

“Honey, are you taking divination next year?” Professor Trelawny suddenly asked.

“Perhaps, yes!” Ivan replied in a low voice.

In his heart, he made a dark determination that he would not choose divination next year, otherwise Professor Trelawny would scare him to death sooner or later.

Evan has never heard a happy prophecy from the other person since the day he met her.

“You've never been a good prophet, like that Porter kid, and you have a tiny halo on your head!” Professor Trelawny said, "But you two are ideal prophets, and the signs of fate are clearer for both of you than for the others. ”

The other side seems to be complimenting itself, but Ivan is not sure if he should be happy.

This is a sad trait if the signs of destiny are clear, meaning that death prophecies are to be expected all the time.

“Professor, I have urgent business to do, I have to go! ”

Ivan turned around and left, but a loud, hoarse voice suddenly spoke behind him.

“That's going to happen soon! ”

“I'm sorry, Professor! What did you say?”

Ivan turned back quickly, and he saw Professor Trelawny leaning against the wall as if he had been a different person, her body stiff, her eyes scattered and her chin drooped.

Professor Trelawny is not going to make a prophecy?

A true prophecy!!!