In a secluded alley in Hogsmeade, a fat rat pressed itself against the wall, trembling as it stared at the enormous black dog drawing closer. Its heart was filled with despair.
There used to be a rat hole here! Which bastard blocked it up?!
The enormous black dog looked at Scabbers, a cruel, humanlike smile appearing on its canine face.
Twelve whole years. At last, this moment had come!
"Ah, could you hand over that rat? It's my friend's pet..."
But at that moment, a cheerful voice from behind made every hair on the black dog's back stand on end.
That voice...
Damn it!
Hadn't he left? Why had this damned thing come over?!
Bright did not know who this man was. He only knew that while fleeing from the Dementors, he had happened to be nearby when the Hogwarts train made an emergency stop.
Then he saw an absolutely massive dragon fly out of one of the train windows.
And after that, he no longer needed to hide from the Dementors, because there were none left nearby...
That was why he had followed them all the way here, desperately suppressing the killing intent he had held back for twelve years.
He had waited until that man went shopping before making his move.
Yet before he could succeed, this guy had popped up again!
Bright had spent twelve years in Azkaban, being drained by Dementors for twelve years. His mind had already become somewhat unstable.
The moment he saw Peter Pettigrew, killing intent had surged forth uncontrollably.
But now, that hysterical, furious killing intent gradually became rational again.
If he obeyed, he could still become a good dog and wait for another opportunity.
If he disobeyed, he would become dog-meat hotpot and lose his chance to capture Peter Pettigrew forever.