Chapter 139 The golden cicada escapes from its shell

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Suddenly, when Harry's heart was full of doubts, before he could figure it out, he saw Snape's figure approaching him at an extremely fast speed!

Harry was startled and immediately put away the Marauder's Map. At this moment, Snape came to Harry with a cold expression on his face.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing in the corridor so late at night?" Snape asked coldly.

"Sleepwalking!" Harry answered without hesitation.

"You are exactly like your father, Potter! Even when you stroll around the castle at night, you act so arrogant!" said Snape in his unique sarcastic tone.

"My father wasn't arrogant, and neither am I! I'm sorry, Professor! Please... please put your wand down a little!" Harry retorted a little excitedly.

"Take something out of your pocket." Snape stared at Harry closely and suddenly noticed a strange object in his pocket.

Seeing Harry hesitate, Snape immediately shouted, "Take it out quickly!!!"

Harry no longer hesitated and pulled the Marauder's Map from his pocket.

"What's this?"

“Blank Parchment!”

"Really? Open it!"

Harry Potter did as he was told!

However, Snape's keen magical perception detected a hint of alchemical breath. He raised his wand without hesitation, placed the tip on the parchment, and chanted the spell: "Secret Appearance!" As the spell took effect, the parchment received the magical breath that belonged to Snape, and immediately began to reveal a mocking speech.

Snape watched the words gradually emerge, a smug smile appeared on his face, then he stared at Harry coldly and said, "Read it out!"

Harry took a deep breath and began to read: "Hello, gentlemen! Mr. Moony once again praises Professor Snape and asks him not to put his huge nose in front of others!

Mr. Prongs agrees with Moony, and adds that he is an extremely ugly fellow!

Mr. Padfoot expressed his shock that an idiot like Snape could become a professor!

Mr. Wormtail wished Snape a happy day and suggested that he wash his sticky hair more often! "When reading this, Harry suddenly paused!

Snape's face became darker and darker, and his expression became extremely gloomy, like a volcano about to erupt. His eyes were full of anger, staring at Harry intently. Then, he suddenly reached out, snatched the Marauder's Map, and held it tightly in his hand.

Suddenly, Lupin appeared behind Snape, with a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "Professor Snape, what are you holding in your hand?"

Snape's face darkened, and he replied angrily, "This is a dark magic item, and it looks very dangerous!"

When Lupin saw that it was the Marauder's Map, he immediately rushed forward, snatched it in his hand, and explained: "I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this belongs to my field! This parchment should be given to me, and I will handle Harry's affairs!"

Snape originally wanted to reach out and take it back, but after hearing Lupin's words, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, looked at them coldly, and turned away.

After Harry followed Lupin to the office, Lupin confiscated the map and said, "I happen to know this, this parchment! It was confiscated by Mr. Filch a few years ago. Yes, I know it is a map!"

Then, Lupin's expression became very serious, and he said in a heavy tone: "Sirius just broke into the school! And you are running around so frivolously! If you die because of this, will you be worthy of the sacrifice your parents made for you? Go back!"

Harry felt a little guilty. He knew that what he did was wrong, but he couldn't help but mutter, "But... I just want to find the truth..."

"The truth? What truth? Do you think you know the situation better than us professors?" Lupin's voice was filled with anger. "Do you think you can take risks casually? Do you think you can disregard your own life?"

Harry lowered his head, bit his lip, and said nothing more. He knew he was wrong, and he also knew Lupin was right. If he really got into danger because of his curiosity, he would not only be sorry for his parents, but also for the professors who had always cared about him.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and called Lupin: "Professor, I don't know if there is something wrong with the map! It actually shows Peter Pettigrew's name!"

Lupin was shocked and shook his head in disbelief, saying, "How is this possible? Peter is dead! This map can't be wrong!" After that, he hurried away.

Harry returned to his dormitory, still full of doubts. Was he really wrong? Or was there another reason why Peter Pettigrew's name appeared again?

The next morning, Rowling had just gotten up and was about to go to the restaurant for dinner when he heard a fierce quarrel. He followed the sound to Harry's dormitory and found Ron and Hermione arguing loudly.

"Look at the blood on the ground and Scabbers' hair. Your cat must have eaten it! My poor Scabbers!" Ron's face was full of sadness, with tears welling up in his eyes. He held a piece of bloodstained cloth in his hand.

Hermione looked innocent. She frowned and explained, "I don't know what happened. I stayed in my room reading last night and didn't see Crookshanks at all. Besides, Crookshanks couldn't have eaten Scabbers!"

"Then what's with all the blood and fur on the floor? Who else would hurt Scabbers except your cat?" Ron shouted angrily. He felt that Hermione did not understand his pain of losing Scabbers at all.

"Impossible," Hermione said firmly, "Scabbers was fine when we went to see Rowling last night. And with Scabbers' size, how could Crookshanks eat such a big rat?"

"Then who do you say did it?" Ron asked angrily.

Hermione shook her head helplessly. She knew it was useless to reason with Ron now. She could only comfort him, "Maybe Scabbers is just injured and he may be hiding. We should look for him first. Maybe he is still alive."

The quarrel between the two became louder and louder, attracting many classmates to watch.

After hearing this, Luo Lin also roughly understood that Peter Pettigrew really knew the Thirty-Six Stratagems and could successfully escape every time. Could it be that this big black rat stopped stealing and started studying military tactics?

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the new school year and the new Christmas are approaching. Hogwarts is covered with snow, like a silver castle.

Just as Rowling was immersed in the beautiful snow scene outside, Harry suddenly ran over and said, "Rowling, are you planning to go home for the Christmas holiday?"

"Why do you ask, Harry? I don't think I'm going back." Rowling asked doubtfully.