Will Behrens was a cruel, twisted, cold-blooded, insane demon who knew how to hide it!
That was what Peter had thought for days. Merlin's torn trousers, how could a young wizard be this cruel and insane? He had never imagined he would fear a thirteen-year-old child, but now he had to admit it: he was terrified of a boy twenty years younger than himself!
Will Behrens was using him for human experiments with spells! The lunatic!
Worse, he was plotting a second attempt on Harry Potter's life. Merlin's rotten slippers, what was that lunatic thinking?
Peter lay sprawled on the table, refusing to budge no matter how Ron poked him with his old wand. He was exhausted, and his whole head throbbed. Of course, anyone forced to swallow that much Baruffio's Brain Elixir would have a headache once it wore off.
"Ron, Scabbers looks sick. He's got no energy." Neville was doing homework nearby as he watched Ron poke the rat. "Trevor gets like that sometimes, though most of the time he has too much energy."
"Maybe it's because he doesn't sleep at night. He keeps running off lately, probably to catch bugs." Ron leaned over to look at Neville's Herbology homework. "Blimey, Neville, what have you written? I can't make out these words."
"Do your best, Ron."
Neville scribbled furiously. The parchment in front of him was covered in a scrawl of letters, though Ron's was hardly any better.
Hermione put down her thick book. She was the only one who wasn't rushing to finish her Herbology homework. "Maybe he picked up your bad habits. Now Scabbers goes wandering at night too."
"Hermione!" Ron sounded annoyed.
"If you two had done your Herbology homework instead of sneaking off to the kitchens for food the night before last, you wouldn't