Peter Pettigrew Is Alive?

"Congratulations," Aaron said, looking at the excited Harry. "But next, you'll be facing Slytherin, so you'd better be mentally prepared."

Harry paused for a moment, and Sheng Yang's joy was somewhat dampened. "You're not going to ask me to Seeker, are you?"

"No, I'm not that free," Aaron shrugged. "This is just a simple reminder."

"That's good."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He was 80% confident that he could get the Golden Snitch if his opponent was Draco, but if it was Aaron, he was only 50% sure even with the Firebolt.

This is the last game of the Quidditch season, and also their graduation gift to captain Wood; it's a game they absolutely cannot afford to lose.

"Harry, excuse me for asking!" Ron coughed, "Are you interested in Ravenclaw's Seeker?"

Upon hearing this, Harry's face immediately turned red.

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing his face turn completely red, Ron immediately understood the answer, "Don't be shy, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I didn't," Harry said awkwardly. "Wood and the others are preparing for a party in the Common Room, so I'll go first."

"Is it really necessary?" Ron laughed, watching Harry's retreating figure.

What do you think?

"Sigh!" Ron sighed, looking somewhat troubled. "What do you think? Should I tell Ginny that she has someone she likes?"

"My past experience tells me not to meddle," Aaron shrugged and left with Abei.

"I think so too." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and went to the library with a pile of books in her arms.

The following day, Hogwarts was placed under martial law again, with enhanced security measures implemented throughout the facility.

Aaron looked at Harry and the other two in the Great Hall and asked somewhat speechlessly, "I heard there's been another incident in your Common Room."

"A huge, very huge one." Ron raised his chin proudly. "Last night when I was sleeping, I found Sirius Black Black a gun to me."

"You?" Aaron was somewhat skeptical. "Sirius Black took the warrant and instead of killing Harry Potter, he went after Ron Weasley. That's utterly ridiculous."

"But it's true," Harry said. "He must have mistaken me for someone else. Luckily, Ron woke up in time, otherwise I, no, and maybe not just me, several of us in the dorm might have died."

Ron said smugly, "I just screamed and he ran away."

"Wait a minute, something's not right!"

Just as Aaron was about to say something, an owl flew into the Great Hall and landed steadily in front of Neville Longbottom.

A red envelope, a letter.

Neville reacted to it like Scabbers saw Crookshanks, unleashing an astonishing speed to escape.

Before he could even run out of the Great Hall, his grandmother's roar came from the hall. Her voice was extremely exaggerated, shrill and accusatory, which broke Neville's fragile heart.

What did he do?

"He leaked the Gryffindor passwords," Hermione said helplessly. "He was worried he wouldn't remember them, so he wrote them all down on a piece of paper, and then that piece of paper..."

"Lost?" Aaron's eye twitched slightly. "And by sheer coincidence, it fell into Sirius Black Black's hands?"

The three of them exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

"Beautiful, only he could pull off something like this."

"But why didn't he kill you?" Aaron asked, somewhat puzzled.

Entering the Gryffindor Common Room was an unprecedented opportunity for Sirius Black Black, an opportunity that would never come twice.

But he specifically targeted Ron, and after being discovered, he hastily fled. Keep in mind that Harry's bed was only a few meters away from Ron's bed; he could have easily killed him and then run away.

"Maybe he's worried about wasting time!" Harry thought to himself. "After all, there are too many people in the Gryffindor Common Room. He can kill us but not everyone. If he attracts the professors, he's doomed."

Aaron nodded silently, then looked at Harry seriously, "Here's a piece of advice: don't leave Hogwarts."

"I see."

"I'll keep an eye on him," Hermione assured her. "He won't be allowed to go to Hogsmeade until Black is caught."

Sirius Black Black seemed to know he wouldn't have another chance anytime soon, so he didn't continue his actions.

With his disappearance, Hogwarts quickly returned to order, though the level of security was significantly increased, especially with Troll guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.

That night, Harry was looking at the Marauder's Map in bed when a name on it caught his attention.

Peter Pettigrew Peter.

Upon seeing the name Harry immediately recalled the conversation he overheard at the Three Broomsticks, and promptly put on his shoes and began searching in the dark corridor.

However, following the Marauder's Map, he did not find Peter Pettigrew Peter. Just as he thought the map was wrong, Snape appeared behind him.

"Potter, what are you doing wandering around the corridors at night?"

"I was sleepwalking," Harry explained casually.

"How come you look so much like your mom, Potter?"

He was just as arrogant and haughty as he strolled around the castle.

Harry was immediately furious. He couldn't tolerate anyone talking about his father like that. "My father wasn't arrogant, and neither am I."

If you don't mind, please put down your Wand.

Snape stared coldly at him, his wand, imbued with Lumos Wand, slowly lowering to point at the Marauder's Map in Harry's hand. "What is this?"

"A piece of parchment," Harry said nervously, hoping that Snape wouldn't discover the Marauder's Map's secret.

Snape clearly didn't believe that anyone would carry around a tattered piece of parchment unless it possessed some special magic.

"Reveal your secret." Snape tapped the parchment lightly with his Wand.

The writing slowly emerged, but what he saw was different from what Harry saw, and there was no map on the parchment, which made him breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

"You read it."

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs greeted Professor Snape and... asked him not to stick out his big nose and meddle in other people's business."

This infuriated Professor Snape. He was about to punish Harry when Professor Lupin came over and stopped him in time. However, when he saw the Marauder's Map, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Lupin still came to Harry's rescue, telling him that the Marauder's Map was a prank tool.

After dismissing Snape, he took Harry to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, gave him a severe dressing-down, and confiscated the Marauder's Map, clearly knowing what the map was.

However, Harry told him before leaving that there was something wrong with the map, and that there was a dead person's name: Peter Pettigrew Peter.

The Divination Classroom.

Professor Trelawney has finished teaching the palm reading course, and now each student has a hazy Crystal Ball in front of them.

"Broaden your thinking and broaden your horizons."

The essence of Crystal Ball Divination lies in clarifying your Heavenly Eye...

In this class, some students were confused and couldn't understand anything, some were struggling to stay awake, and some were looking intently at the Crystal Ball.

Hermione and Aaron shared a desk; one looked grim, while the other was beaming.

"You can understand it?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised.

"I can barely see some things," Aaron said calmly. "I have a talent for Divination, Professor Trelawney personally verified."

Hermione's eye twitched slightly; she couldn't see anything, but her pride wouldn't allow her to admit it.

Looking at Ron, who was already snoring, and Harry, whose eyelids were drooping, her mood improved considerably.

"What did you see?" Professor Trelawney asked as he approached.

"Professor, you might not believe it, but I saw a mouse."

"A rat?" Ron suddenly snapped out of his daze. "You saw Scabbers? It's still alive?"

"Of course it's still alive," Hermione said, annoyed.

"It's so difficult to survive, to actually escape the claws of that ugly and ferocious cat."

Hermione's expression became indescribable; she glared fiercely at Ron before turning her face away.

"Aaron, where is Scabbers?"

"How would I know?" Aaron was speechless. "Besides, this is something that happened in the future; it might not be there now."

"Then it..."

"Quiet," Professor Trelawney interrupted, then looked warmly at Aaron, "What else did you see?"

"I saw pets reunited with their owners, and that's all I saw."

"That's very good." Trelawney smiled with satisfaction. "With more practice, you can achieve even more precise accuracy."

Divination is the most mysterious form of magic. Your Heavenly Eye will become increasingly clear, until finally the world will have no secrets from you.

Aaron nodded in deep agreement. He had just been trying to Divination his future, but the sudden appearance of a mouse caught him off guard.

This proves that his Divination skills are not yet up to par. This rat and his divination might have some connection, but he really can't be sure what it is.

"Ahem!" Hermione suddenly coughed. "Shouldn't someone apologize to Crookshanks? It's been wrongly accused for far too long."

Ron's expression changed slightly, and he said thoughtfully, "This only proves that Scabbers is not dead, but it doesn't mean that the cat didn't hurt it."

Don't forget, Scabbers hasn't come back yet; it must be terrified by that cat.

"You really are..." Hermione laughed in exasperation, "Incomprehensible."

"You're the unreasonable one," Ron said with a look of indignation. "It's because you didn't control that cat properly and always took its side."

"Alright, you two, it's class time now," Professor Trelawney interrupted them. "What did you see in the orb? Do you need me to explain?"