Peter Pettigrew's Reappearance

Late at night.

Hogwarts Castle was no longer peaceful.

Professor McGonagall transformed into her tabby cat form and quietly patrolled the third floor. She immediately discovered the Weasley twins sneaking around, playing their late-night adventure game.

The Gryffindor Head of House felt that the Weasley twins entering Gryffindor would probably make her live ten years less. Those two rascals were too daring!

This pair of twins had even made a pair of special shoes for their late-night adventure. Wearing these shoes, they could reduce the sound of their footsteps, thus avoiding being heard...

Fortunately, she heard them tonight!

Otherwise, if something happened to them at school tonight, how would she explain it to their parents!

"Mr. Weasley."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath to suppress her anger and said in a deep voice, "Haven't you had enough of the lesson from being trapped by the magic trap the other day?"

"But..."

Fred Weasley's expression faltered for a second before he suddenly asked with a grin, "Professor McGonagall, don't you think that trap was mysterious?"

George Weasley nodded vigorously beside him, echoing his brother, "Yeah, yeah, what secrets could such a powerful trap be hiding?"

"..."

Professor McGonagall suddenly didn't know how to retort.

Fine.

That magic trap was indeed interesting.

Professor McGonagall knew it was a trap set by Dumbledore.

As a witch who came from Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall had to admit that she was a little curious about these things herself. What would Dumbledore hide behind the trap?

But...

Curiosity was definitely not a reason for the Weasley twins to escape punishment!

"Mr. Weasley."

Professor McGonagall, no longer distracted by their words, calmly announced her decision: "Due to your repeated violation of Hogwarts' late-night curfew rules, Gryffindor House will have fifty points deducted for each of you..."

"Fifty points!"

Fred Weasley and George Weasley couldn't help but exchange glances. Even they were amazed at how high the score was!

Professor McGonagall calmly continued to explain, "To be precise, you have cost Gryffindor a total of one hundred points. I hope you will remember today's lesson."

"Professor McGonagall, you are our Head of House for Gryffindor..."

Fred Weasley and George Weasley's eyes darted around. The two rascals immediately tried to get closer to their Head of House.

If their older brothers knew that they had lost one hundred points because of them, Charlie Weasley might feel a little regretful, but Percy Weasley would definitely scold them severely!

Because Percy had always been a staunch supporter of the House Cup and studied diligently, making him a major contributor to Gryffindor's House points. During holidays, Percy would always complain at home about students who caused Gryffindor to lose points. Who would have thought his own brothers would become the main culprits for losing points?

Of course, this little matter could be overlooked.

The most important thing was that they would be looked down upon by their friends in the House!

"Because I am the Head of Gryffindor House, I must make this decision. I hope you will remember today's lesson."

Professor McGonagall looked at the two rascals who seemed a little dejected but had no intention of remembering the lesson. She continued in a deep voice, "In addition to the point deduction, I will inform Mr. Hagrid tomorrow and have you patrol the Forbidden Forest with him as punishment."

"..."

The twin brothers had some confusion in their eyes.

They looked at each other, then suddenly blinked simultaneously. If they remembered correctly, the Forbidden Forest was also a forbidden area strictly prohibited from approach!

This didn't seem entirely like a bad thing!

The twins' moods brightened again.

This made Professor McGonagall's mood even worse.

Why did Gryffindor always attract such strange problem children! Fortunately, that little fellow named Wiesen Wright didn't enter Gryffindor...

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but feel a little relieved, and at the same time, a little regretful. That little fellow truly had a talent for learning Transfiguration.

To ensure they wouldn't slip away, Professor McGonagall had the caretaker, Filch, escort the twins to the Gryffindor dormitory before returning to her office to rest.

The night returned to silence.

Just as Professor McGonagall reached out to push open the door, she saw a somewhat familiar stout man in her office.

The stout man heard the door open and slowly turned his head, looking at his former Head of House, and stammered, "Pro... Professor... McGonagall... why are you back so soon?"

"Mr. Pettigrew?"

Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed instantly.

Because this stout man was one of her former students, Peter Pettigrew, who had always been around James Potter and Sirius Black, those students who loved to cause trouble... Although his friends liked to stir up trouble, Peter Pettigrew himself rarely caused any.

Eight years ago, when the news of Peter Pettigrew being blown up by Sirius Black spread, Professor McGonagall had felt some sadness for her student...

Wait...

Peter Pettigrew had been dead for a long time!

Professor Minerva McGonagall had no idea that Peter Pettigrew had been resurrected. She quickly drew her wand and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew. "Who exactly are you? Why are you appearing here at this time!"

"I... I'm your student..."

A fawning smile appeared on Peter Pettigrew's face. His hands, as ugly as claws, spread out over his chest, as if he were desperately trying to explain to the person in front of him. "Professor McGonagall... Head of House... Don't you remember me?"

"...Answer my question!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall did not dare to relax her guard in the slightest.

The highly respected witch had already noticed that her office was a bit of a mess, which meant that the person in front of her was not here for any good!

"It really is me... Professor..."

Peter Pettigrew's face was full of grievance. His hands were still frantically waving, trying to explain, as if he were a little sad that his former teacher mistook him for a stranger.

Just as Professor Minerva McGonagall was pointing her wand at him and frowning in thought, Peter Pettigrew's expression suddenly became serious!

The next second.

The sallow, chubby man's face had turned completely cold, appearing somewhat terrifying and ferocious. "It seems Headmaster Dumbledore hasn't told you about me yet..."

"Dumbledore?"

Professor Minerva McGonagall frowned and said sternly, "I'll ask him myself. Now tell me, who exactly are you and why are you here!"

"Professor McGonagall, haven't you already recognized me?"

Peter Pettigrew shook his head helplessly and said softly, "No matter what questions you have, you'll naturally believe what I say when you go ask Headmaster Dumbledore. As for why I'm here..."

As Peter Pettigrew said this, he couldn't help but sigh, "The entire Wizarding World has been buzzing for the past few days. A new student drew the Gryffindor Sword..."

"It's a shame I found out a bit too late. It turns out that the night I secretly snuck in here to take something was the very night the legendary Gryffindor Sword appeared. I almost got my hands on it..."