Chapter 107 Panic Peter

The Aurors patrolling around the castle quickly received the order and, with Dumbledore's permission, entered the headmaster's office.

For a moment, this small office seemed a little crowded.

Fox screamed in dissatisfaction, flapped his wings, and flew away.

There was absolutely no chance for Robert to get close to the sheep... or bird feathers.

After a bit of pity, Robert stood next to Percy obediently and looked at these Ministry of Magic personnel curiously.

There were three Aurors who came to Hogwarts this time. The other two were one of the substitutes, who seemed to have just woken up, and the other was responsible for patrolling near the Forbidden Forest. They came quickly after receiving the notice. He hadn't even taken a breath yet.

This was the first time Robert saw three Aurors standing in front of him, and he instantly felt safe.

The wand lay quietly on his left arm. Robert's hand was tucked into his sleeve, and the fingers of his right hand rested on the bottom of the wand, feeling secretly alert.

Percy was telling what happened. He was a little uneasy and had a slight trembling voice. Fortunately, the others didn't care and listened to his story quietly.

As the movement in the room became louder and louder, the mouse finally woke up. It looked very manic in the cage, its small eyes bulged like light bulbs, and its eyes were full of despair.

"It looks just like a real mouse." An Auror spoke, his voice full of emotion, "Although it is an admirable thing to be able to complete the Animagus transformation, if you use it to do bad things, , but it’s not a pleasant thing, Mr. Mouse.”

Ms. Bones said, "Ladies and gentlemen, if there is no objection, we will take this Mr. Rat away?"

She looked around at the crowd, her eyes calm, with a hint of questioning, but she had no intention of leaving.

Robert kicked Percy quietly, and Percy was stunned for a moment before he reacted, "Please wait a moment, ma'am."

Percy's words caused everyone in the room to turn their attention.

He's a little square.

But everyone had a smile on their face. It was not a fake smile, but full of sincerity.

Percy suddenly stopped panicking.

She glanced at Robert secretly and found that he was winking at her.

The mood is really good.

Percy sighed.

Calming himself down, Percy tried to look calm.

"I think we should hold an interrogation here first. As Scabbers's master - I mean, the former master, I should have the right to know." Percy's tone was sincere, and the wizards present for various purposes, I agreed very simply.

Principal Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall, "Well, please, Professor McGonagall."

Ms. Bones raised her hand to interrupt him, "Since we are going to interrogate this illegal Animagus wizard... I think we also need a scribe."

Percy looked at Robert and found that this guy seemed to be smoothing the fur of his pet and didn't hear what others were saying at all.

He coughed slightly and raised his hand, "Ms. Bones, if you don't mind, I'm willing to do it for you."

Mr. Weasley said immediately, "Ms. Bones, this is my son, Percy Weasley. He is first in age every year and should be able to do this record-keeping job."

Ms. Bones nodded, "Then the interrogation can begin."

As she said that, she raised her hand to signal Professor McGonagall to continue.

Professor McGonagall nodded, and the three Aurors surrounded the mouse and took it out of the cage. Out of instinct, the mouse was ready to escape as soon as he left the cage, but he was no match for these Aurors. He was pushed to the ground.

Fortunately, the wizards didn't have the arrogant feelings of the neon police, so Banban was not squashed.

A blue light erupted from the tip of Professor McGonagall's wand and fell on the mouse.

Banban's body stiffened at first, and then his body began to twist wildly. A blinding white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the mouse underwent incredible changes.

The first thing is the head. The ping-pong ball-sized head expands rapidly, the ears gradually become larger, and the nose recedes.

Then came the body and limbs. The crazy elongated body gave people a weird feeling. He almost grew dozens of times in size in an instant.

It was a short wizard who looked like a mouse.

The hair is messy and sparse on the top of the head - there seems to be some baldness there.

The whole person is huddled together, and the neck is almost invisible.

He was very dirty, as if he hadn't taken a shower in years.

Perhaps because he has lived as a mouse in the world for a long time, he still has some characteristics of a mouse - watery mung bean eyes and a pointed nose, which makes him look disgusting.

Although it had been many years, every adult wizard present had participated in this man's investiture ceremony, so they recognized his identity just at a glance.

"Hiss~" As if it was an agreement, everyone took a breath.

"Peter Pettigrew, the first-class recipient of the Order of Merlin?" Fudge's eyes almost popped out of his head, "But you... aren't you already dead?"

Ms. Bones squinted her eyes, and her gaze became a little sharper. "This is really interesting." She spoke slowly, her voice seemed a little cold, and she seemed a little angry.

"I remember you, Peter Pettigrew." Ms. Bones adjusted her glasses and continued, "On October 31, 1981, in Godric's Hollow, the Potters, who had been working to resist the mysterious man, were attacked.

"On November 1, 1981, the Magical Law Enforcement Corps arrested the sole suspect, Sirius Black.

"At the scene, we found your finger and the corpses of more than a dozen Muggles. Therefore, we determined that Peter Pettigrew intercepted Sirius Black in order to avenge the Potters and died heroically in the ensuing fight. .

"We preserved your body, applied for a First Class Medal of Sir Merlin, and gave them to your mother. Although it was very sad, she was always proud of you until the lady passed away.

"But now it seems that we have made some mistakes..."

Ms. Bones' anger seemed to be about to burst out of her eyes, "Peter Pettigrew! Where did you go on October 31, 1981!"

Peter seemed to be frightened. He subconsciously raised his head and wanted to defend himself, but he noticed Principal Dumbledore's cold gaze.

He shuddered, and then he realized that sitting in front of him was Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and the principal of Hogwarts!

Cold sweat streaked across his forehead.

Peter was suddenly filled with resentment.

Dark Lord, Dark Lord, I have devoted my loyalty to you and told you the location of the Potters, but how could you, how could you lose at the hands of a baby.