Hogwarts Blood Wizard

After a day's course, I have been working on potions for most of the day. When I returned to the bedroom, Ivan was exhausted physically and mentally.

Harry and Ron laid down the wizard flag leisurely in the dormitory. For the thirteen-year-old wizard, life is so carefree.

Ivan looked at them with envy, and then put his gaze to the side, eating a multi-flavored bean.

Shaban shuddered under Ivan's "evil" gaze. He didn't forget the potion that Ivan had said before to experiment with him.

No, this place can't stay anymore.

He is leaving tonight!

......

At midnight, in Gryffindor's bedroom, a gray-black mouse suddenly opened his eyes.After carefully scanning the surroundings and seeing that everyone was asleep, he was relieved.

Then Scabbard slowly moved her short legs to get off Ron's bed, but he was so fat, it was very difficult to get off the bed, and he almost rolled all the way down.

Finally, he climbed to the door of the dormitory. Peter looked at the tall doorknob very embarrassedly. He was considering whether to change back to the original appearance. The little wizards in the dormitory should sleep soundly and would not wake up suddenly. ...

Just taking this step, it means that he will be far away from the current life of eating and waiting for death every day...

Peter suddenly felt that he was too difficult!

These days, even being a rat is uneasy, there are always people thinking of embarrassing themselves...

Peter glanced viciously in the direction of Ivan's bed. Before meeting Ivan, he had been pretending to be a mouse for more than a decade...

Had it not been for fear that killing Ivan would cause a big disturbance at Hogwarts and expose himself, he would have done it long ago...

A few thoughts flashed through Peter's mind, but Peter soon noticed that Ivan's bed seemed to be empty and the quilt looked shriveled...

People?

A chill rushed into Peter's heart, and a low voice rang out behind him.

"Great, I was just thinking about how to get you out of Ron's quilt..."

Peter turned his head abruptly, only to see a dazzling light of the spell, and then he noticed that his body had become very weak, as if he hadn't eaten for several days and nights, and couldn't speak.

Peter watched in horror as Ivan approached step by step, and then he felt his tail being lifted up, and he could only wave his paw weakly.

Click...

Ivan opened the door of the dormitory and walked out of the dormitory with this gray-black mouse and walked towards the room on the eighth floor.

Peter struggled for a while, and found that there was no effect at all, so he reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​struggling, and stayed obediently in Ivan’s hands and looked around tremblingly, wondering whether the little wizard in front of him was going to bring himself to it at so late. Where to go...

After walking back and forth three times in the wide corridor with many portraits on the eighth floor, Ivan muttered in his heart.

I need a room for making potions!

The next moment, a beautifully decorated door appeared out of thin air on the flat wall, and Ivan opened the door familiarly, and walked into the responsive house.

Peter's eyes widened. Behind the door is a huge space, which looks a bit similar to the potion class classroom. Every rectangular mahogany table is placed with a cauldron, and some potions are being boiled. Stopped steam coming out of the crucible...

When he was a student, he often explored this ancient castle with James and Lupin, looking for the hidden secrets in it. Peter thought he knew enough about this castle, but he didn't expect there to be such a magical place. Never found out.

Ivan randomly threw Peter into a corner, ignored him, and went to check the potion brewing situation.

Anyway, when he finally left, he would clean Peter's memory with the oblivion spell, making him forget all this.

Peter didn't know that he had no secrets in front of Ivan. He still had a trace of luck. He felt that no one should be able to see through his Animagus, just as a white mouse experimenting with potions.

Peter comforted himself in his heart,

At this moment, there was a sound of broken things in the silent room.

Peter turned his head and looked over and found that one of the crucibles had burst open. The turbid juice sprinkled on the wooden table and burned a big hole like sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound...

Peter watched this scene and swallowed hard, tears were about to fall...

He felt that he might not survive today...

"Sure enough, adding the black stone powder compound decoction will turn into a deadly poison." Ivan was not surprised when he looked at the crucible that suddenly burst.

This verified what Snape had said to him before, except that these potions had been brewed a few days ago, and he had not had time to remove them.

Ivan walked to each of the crucibles, checked the potion's brewing situation, then filled the batches of potions that had been brewed into the reagents, and then walked towards the gray-black mouse in the corner.

Peter was taken aback. He tried to curl up, trying to reduce his sense of existence, but obviously it didn't help.

Seeing Ivan get closer and closer, Peter was anxious and screamed, and his body suddenly convulsed violently.In the end, the legs were suddenly lifted, foaming in the mouth, as if he was seriously ill, tilted his head and fell to the ground...

He felt that he was so miserable, the little wizard in front of him would never abuse himself again.

Peter’s superb acting skills made Ivan amazed. Of course he knew Peter’s physical condition. He slept when he ate every day and ate when he slept. As a rat, he has been disease-free and pain-free for more than ten years. How could he just be sick now? .

Besides, even if you are really sick, it will not prevent you from drinking the compound decoction.

Ivan took a few steps closer and stared at the gray-black mouse's head with his magic wand. The magic power penetrated in, and he "sees" the power that protects the spot around the head, and then increased the magic input again.

Although Ivan will not lift Animagus' anti-curse, he himself is Animagus, so he knows how to force Peter back to his original form.

After a while, the gray-black mouse trembled again, more intense than before...

Peter, who pretended to be dead on the ground, wanted to live.

What frightened Peter even more was that his body began to twist and deform, his hands and feet kept stretching out, and his head became bigger and bigger...

This feeling Peter still vaguely remembers after more than ten years. It means that his Animagus has been relieved...