Under everyone's gaze, Scabbers the rat-oh, no, Pettigrew-lay quietly on the floor.
His instinctive rat's radar for danger told him his situation was decidedly bad. Although he had no idea what had happened or why he had suddenly been brought somewhere new, playing dead was undoubtedly his best option right now.
Black looked furious, the increasingly fierce anger in his eyes making him look ready to draw his wand at any moment.
"Ahem." Dumbledore cleared his throat, stopping Black, who wanted to cast an Avada right in front of him, with a look before turning to Professor McGonagall.
Although Professor McGonagall was still puzzled, judging by Dumbledore's and Black's reactions, there was probably something unusual about this rat.
Perhaps...
What Dumbledore wanted her to do was clearly to try that spell. If this rat was not an Animagus, the spell would have no effect whatsoever.
Professor McGonagall nodded in understanding, drew her wand, pointed its tip at the rat lying motionless on the carpet, and softly spoke the incantation-"Restore Human Form."
A beam of white light struck him squarely.
As though in a silent film, under the spell's effects, short, thick, fat arms and legs sprang silently from the little rat's tiny body, replacing his original limbs. His body gradually grew, his pointed muzzle retracted, his long, sharp rat teeth pressed against his lower lip, and his short tail disappeared.
It happened quickly. A few seconds later, Peter Pettigrew had returned to his original human form, still holding his limbs bent and dangling before his chest like a rodent.
Su Er did not believe he was unaware that his Animagus form had been dispelled, but the fact remained that, even with his eyeballs rolling beneath his eyelids, Scabbers the rat-oh, no, Pettigrew-still lay silently on the floor, playing dead.
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