Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“I am not afraid of werewolves, nor of Greyback!” Ivan whispered, "The reason this guy scared me yesterday was because I was afraid I couldn't protect Hermione. ”

Evan's deep fear is not the danger itself!

Instead, he fears that when danger comes, he will not be able to protect the person he wants to protect, which is what makes him most afraid and afraid.

Yesterday in Hogsmeade, he feared Hermione would get hurt and Hermione would get bitten by a werewolf.

Hermione is not here right now, and naturally he has no such concerns.

Evan's indulgence overwhelmed Boggart. With a bang, its body started to change again, and it wanted to become something that Ivan was really afraid of.

Ivan didn't act, and he looked at each other with interest and wanted to see what it could look like.

The next second, a tall, skinny man appeared, his face paler than a skeleton, his two big eyes red, his pupils two stitches, like a cat's eyes; his nose flattened like a snake's nose, his nostrils two fine stitches, and his body filled with a chilly, chestnut-cold air.

Ivan was somewhat surprised that this Borghetto turned into Voldemort.

Voldemort had a cruel look of pride on his face and his bright red eyes stared at Ivan.

The air seemed to fade away and the atmosphere grew heavier. Evan did not shy away, he did not even blink his eyes, he looked back at Voldemort's eyes, his face was calm and faint, perhaps because he knew that the other party was a Borghetto, he had little fear in his heart.

Both sides looked at each other for a while and Ivan suddenly felt a little tired.

Doesn't make any sense, it's not Voldemort, it's just a weak Boggart.

He hopes that when he meets the true Voldemort, he can also look at each other as fearless as he is now.

“Funny!” Ivan gently waved the wand.

A crisp sound, the original evil and ferocious Voldemort turned into a funny clown. He wore a ridiculous hat on his head, a fat clown suit on his body, red and green paint on his face, and two big eyes were black. Like a panda, he couldn't help but laugh.

The corner of Ivan's mouth turned slightly upwards, revealing a slight smile.

If Voldemort knew he'd become like this and didn't know what to think, it was so funny, he watched for a while and was going to fix this Boggart.

Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared in Evan's perception, and he felt danger.

Evan thinks without thinking, the subconscious falls to the ground.

The next second, a red light rubbed his body across, hitting Boggart in front of him.

With a bang, Borghetto flies backwards and falls heavily on the floor.

His form was smashed in mid-air, and Ivan saw only half his body of clown Voldemort, struggling to return to the old wardrobe compartment at the fastest possible speed, because of excessive force and a squeaky sound across the wardrobe.

Ivan didn't have time to worry about this escaped Boggart, and by tracking the drug's help, he felt that the man was standing behind him.

He quickly turned his body and stepped backwards. The wand lay on his chest and his face was full of vigilance.

Before him, an ugly middle-aged man was standing in front of Professor Lupin's office.

This man is very small, not even much taller than himself. His thin, pale hair fluttered and bald over his head, looking like a fat man who lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

His skin looked dirty, almost like the fur of a rat, and his pointy nose and watery little eyes had the character of a rat.

Almost instantly, Ivan recognized each other!

Peter Pettigrew, he was just attacking himself!!!

The other side must have snuck in while he was focusing on Boggart.

His gaze quickly turned to the door behind Peter Pettigrew, and the door to the otherwise open office was closing tightly.

Ivan couldn't help but squeeze the wand in his hand and wonder why the dwarf Peter appeared here. Isn't he supposed to be upstairs in the public lounge with Ron?! Did he, like himself, come looking for a living map?!

He tried to bewilder his face as if he never knew Peter Pettigrew.

Contrary to Evan, Peter the dwarf had a full face of consternation. He had no idea that Evan was able to escape his spell attack, so close, he had just made another surprise sneak attack. If it wasn't for coincidence, the child's sense of battle in front of him was terrible, completely beyond his imagination.

Seeing Ivan looking at himself, Peter hastily hid his wand behind him.

Ivan immediately recognized that this was Ron's wand, which Ron had shown himself and Harry at a broken cauldron bar on the last day of the summer, remembering that it was willow wood, fourteen inches long and essentially unicorn tail hair.

“Dear child, are you all right?” Peter the dwarf panicked and said, his voice was pointy and it sounded uncomfortable, "it was horrible, I just saw the man who couldn't even mention his name! ”

“It's just a Boggart, perhaps the most fearful thing in my heart is Voldemort.” Ivan's wand moved forward, pointing steadily at each other, and asked softly, "Who are you, how come I've never seen you in school? ”

Peter Pettigrew visibly shivered when he heard Voldemort's name, and the look on his face became more frightened.

He looked at Ivan's confused face and didn't seem to recognize himself. Peter the dwarf hesitated for a moment and grabbed the wand behind him, thinking whether to knock the boy straight out of the living map, as he had just done, or trick the map into words.

Peter decided to take a safer approach when he thought about how Ivan had just escaped his spell.

He can't risk fighting for a while and making noises for others to hear, no matter what the actual level of Ivan is!

Before Sirius Black was caught and killed, it was not time to expose himself. He had to wait for the opportunity, as he did twelve years ago, until the end, when James and Lily chose to be their confidentials.

Peter the dwarf glanced at Ivan again, nodded satisfactorily, and put his lifted heart back. Even Dumbledore, James, Lily, Blake and Lupin fooled themselves. The other party was just a child, and even if he was smart, he could not see his disguise.

That's it, after all, in everyone's knowledge, he was killed by Sirius Black to avenge James and Lily.

He's a hero, but he's not dead.

He's back now to save Harry and the other little wizards from Black's claws.

“Who are you?” Ivan asked softly.

“Peter Pettigrew, my dear child!” Peter Peter Pettigrew a strange smile in the corner of his mouth, "Nice to meet you! ”