Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 273

Who is Banban?

Such a lovely name is known to everyone in the Gryffindor lounge, and everyone knows that the Weasleys have a pet rat with a long lifespan.

As Scabbers' owner, Percy is very proud of it.

"I've always taken good care of it," Percy always likes to use a small comb to brush Banban's less dense hair, "Banban is very close to me, he knows who is the most capable—I dare say , it's the smartest mouse in the world."

As a mouse, Scabbers is indeed extremely smart. It knows that the Weasleys live in the suburbs, there are almost no people around, and of course there are no Aurors patrolling all the time; Ministry work, always bringing back first-hand information to share with the family; it was close to Percy, who was the least lethal person in the Weasleys.

Sometimes Scabbers would show a human side, bring Ron an apple, or guide little Ginny away from the fire, acting like a magical beast rather than just a normal mouse, and occasionally People who pay attention to its longevity will naturally ignore its strangeness.

"Today, another day of trying to disguise," Scabbers lying in the sun looked out at the familiar sights in the distance, he liked to look into the distance from the Gryffindor lounge window when he was bored, when he was a human boy I started to have this habit.

Yes, Banban is not just a smart mouse, just like some black dogs are not necessarily just black dogs, Banban was a person a few years ago, his real name is Pettigrew Peter, and now it is forced by the situation to become a mouse.

As a Buddhist Death Eater, while he was looking forward to the resurrection of the Dark Lord, he felt that the current life was okay, and the Weasley family treated him well, and he could pass by.

Pettigrew Peter has no relatives, and his friends have been betrayed by him. His identity as a person has long since disappeared in a certain attack, and there is even a tombstone in the backyard of a certain church.

Do you regret giving up your human identity? No one asked him.

Do you regret betraying a friend? No one asked him that.

Pettigrew. Peter, nobody cares about him.

Who cares about the kid who doesn't look very smart? He is neither as handsome as the tall boy next to him, nor as smart as the kid next door. He looks stupid, but he always shows off his might behind the kid king, which makes people unhappy.

As always, no one cares about him, no one wants to look for Pettigrew. Where Peter shines.

In this case, it is better to be a smart mouse, at least there will be other mice asking for the secret recipe for longevity.

"I just don't know how long such a carefree day can last," Banban picked up a handful of his own fur and whirled into the distance. He watched the fluff flutter in the sun, enjoying the quiet time that belonged to him.

He smelled the sun, the cake, the milk some kid had knocked down, and the licorice, licorice? It turns out that a friend likes to eat licorice candy, and always grabs a lot of them for all of them, including him who is always forgotten...

The few happy childhood memories made Scabbers a little dazed. He saw someone coming in through the door of the lounge, a little girl with long brown hair who looked a little familiar.

I don't know why, this little girl appeared here with an indescribable sense of disobedience, "And staring at herself, what is wrong?" Scabbers pondered with her brain smaller than a walnut.

"Squeak-squeak!" Are you wearing a Slytherin uniform? How did you get to the Gryffindor lounge!

Scabbers screamed—because the girl had lifted her cage with lightning speed.

"Squeak-squeak-squeak!" Banban grabbed the cage and screamed desperately, trying to attract the attention of others, but unfortunately, almost all of them went to the auditorium now, and no one could help it.

Only the lady in the hanging picture cast a sympathetic look, oh, there is a hateful mouse about to be bullied by the hateful Slytherin students, it's really hateful, the lady wiped her tears, but unfortunately, she really can't do anything.

"Be quiet," Anna tapped Scabber's cage with her wand, frowning, and hurried to the door of the Response Room.

Thinking in her mind, "I need a place where I can have a quiet conversation." After walking three times, a door appeared quietly. Anna looked left and right, then opened the door and entered the room.

It was an extremely small broom room. Several wooden boxes of different sizes on the ground were just enough to form matching tables and chairs. The only light was a flickering kerosene lamp hanging on the wall.

Anna put the cage on the table, and then sat down on the box chair next to her. She didn't speak, and Banban in the cage didn't cry.

"That's right, who would talk to a mouse? It's normal for her not to speak..." Scabbers was a little nervous, he felt that the Slytherin girl was thinking about how to torture him.

"She might have a vendetta against Percy and then uselessly take her anger out on his poor pet!"

"If I will be tortured, will I endure it in silence...or will I expose my identity and kill someone?" Banban's wise eyes flashed a wicked light.

But before he could think for too long, Anna spoke, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she said without thinking, "You ran away and hid, he was very angry."

Banban felt that the girl was not very smart, and didn't realize what she was talking about for a while, or maybe she realized, but subconsciously felt that her thoughts were ridiculous.

Banban ignored Anna, thinking that this is what a smart mouse should do.

"You know what I'm talking about, he's back, you must go back to him, complete his mission, and wait for his arrival, otherwise you will be waiting for endless torture and pain."

"Squeak," Banban called out, as if mocking.

"You must atone for your sins, get back your identity, and then find more servants for him. He needs you to announce his return to everyone. Now immediately, complete the task he arranged—"

Hearing this, Banban suddenly didn't dare to squeak, obviously there was nothing, but she always felt that her small neck was pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and even the heart and lungs would be squeezed out with a little more force.

He still didn't want to believe it, it seemed that he could keep pretending to be stupid without saying that person's name, but his pupils still trembled unconsciously.

Anna stared at the depilated mouse. It was not obvious that the mouse seemed to be shaking slightly, which made Anna's worried mood suddenly relaxed, and she even suddenly enjoyed the scam for no apparent reason.

"Petit Petit Peter, your master needs you."

Scabbers stopped breathing for a short time, he never thought that he could hear others calling him like that.

Seeing that Banban didn't move, Anna thought that her words were not exciting enough, so she showed a wicked smile and lowered her voice, like a demon whispering:

"Hailvoldemort."

Long live Voldemort.

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