Peter: Black! I'm Gonna Fucking Kill You! (Continued)

Black handed Scabbers, who had already been treated with a healing charm but was now missing a part of himself, back to Ron.

Ron took Scabbers and was about to put him back into his pocket.

Black took out another small bottle, filled with lots of little pills.

"Feed him one every day. Think of it as his daily candy."

"This is an antidepressant I specifically developed for animals."

"You know... many of the Fantastic Beasts in the Zoo were only just rescued from smugglers."

"Some of them had even been locked in cages for years."

"So when they were rescued, their depression was severe. I give them all this."

Ron stared blankly at the little bottle in his hand.

Hiss... there was medicine? Did that mean he actually could have just taken pills, without needing that cut?

But Ron didn't understand it himself, and he didn't dare ask...

Fine. The cut had already been made whether it needed to be or not.

What else could he say?

"Now 260, you can give him one."

"But he's still unconscious."

"It's fine. These little pills melt as soon as they enter the mouth. Otherwise... how could you expect those Fantastic Beasts to obediently take medicine?"

Black explained.

"Oh... that makes sense."

Ron poured one out of the bottle and carefully stuffed it into Scabbers's mouth.

Sure enough, the moment the little pill was pushed into Scabbers's mouth, it immediately turned into liquid.

And the unconscious Scabbers swallowed it down by instinct.

Once that was done, Harry went out to let the people outside come in.

"Is it done?"

"Mm... right now, he's sleeping... oh! He's awake!"

Ron said in delighted surprise.

Peter Pettigrew opened his eyes.

He only felt that his mind was heavy and muddled.

"Who am I? Where am